Chapter Twenty-Eight: Picky Eater
Qingfeng did the same, and when he also wanted to put the handkerchief that wiped his face on Wen Lan's head, Wen Lan spoke, "Brother Qingfeng, I am your grandfather's maid." ”
"What's the matter, I can't do it, master?"
"On the surface, I am still your father's daughter-in-law. "Of course she can't do that.
"But on the surface, I'm still your benefactor!" Qingfeng didn't give an inch.
Wen Lan was defeated, squeezed out a smile that was not distracted, and went to the corner of the courtyard with the basin of water.
In the corner of the courtyard there was spring water from the mountains, which was held in a half-open bamboo tube and poured into a large water tank. Wen Lan sprinkled all the used water on the ground, then put down the basin with a bang, then removed the handkerchief on the top of his head, cleaned it, and put it on the bamboo pole next to him.
After doing this, she glanced at Aomine and stepped to the kitchen.
"Little brother, I'm leaving today!" Qingfeng saw Wen Lan slanting at him with his eyes, and crossed his waist to tease Wen Lan.
Wen Lan ignored him.
Aomine laughed and walked over to Xuanyue, who was helping General Tie take care of his hair.
"Master, have you seen it, this village girl is quite individual, and with her as a companion in the future, you will definitely not be lonely in this mountain. ”
"I took her because I was lonely?"
"That's not, you're kind-hearted. ”
Xuan Yue chuckled, he had long been accustomed to Qingfeng's unnutritious sycophancy.
Although Xuanyue's house is built on the mountainside, it is also a large pattern of two bedrooms, one kitchen, one bathroom and one courtyard. Now the firewood house that Wen Lan lives in is not only a kitchen but also a dog house, and Xuanyue's yard is even more functional, with hunting gear in one corner, water storage in one corner, and a table for sundries in one corner.
Wen Lan couldn't enter Xuanyue's house, so the place to eat was naturally moved to the courtyard.
Before cooking, Wen Lan had already cleared the clutter on the table, then scrubbed it and moved two stools, and this became the dining room.
"Let's have breakfast. Wen Lan put the prepared side dishes and porridge on the table.
The side dish is the cucumber that she got back from the Lin family yesterday, she washed it and smashed it and added some garlic foam and salt, to be honest, there are not many things that can be seasoned in the Southern Dynasty, Lin Furong's family uses home-dried sauce to cook on weekdays, and vinegar is even rarer, only the merchant can buy a little when he pushes the cart to the village.
Fortunately, Wen Lan had a way, she went out and touched two mountain oranges again, and used the orange juice to point a little sour, and the cucumber was instantly refreshing.
There is also a plate of cabbage, with a mountain orange and pepper, which is sour and spicy.
Qingfeng saw that breakfast was on the table, and hurriedly pulled Xuanyue into the seat.
"Changed to a vegetarian today?" he asked Wen Lan with a smile as he looked at the dishes on the table.
Wen Lan replied, "The climate in this mountain is humid and hot, and a lot of oil and meat in the morning is not good for the intestines. ”
"It's a good idea. Qingfeng moved the porridge bowl on the table to Xuanyue's side, and asked Wen Lan again, "Then have you ever thought that I will go back later, and the master will go up the mountain again, how can I eat such a thin thing to satisfy hunger?"
Wen Lan really hadn't thought about this.
However, this Qingfeng reminded her that she would also go into the mountains to find mountain goods later, how could she do it without some dry food.
"You eat first, and I'll go to the pancakes at once." ”
Qingfeng watched Wen Lan run into the kitchen and go to work again, and he began to show off his merits in front of Xuan Yue again.
"Master, you see how fast this village girl's brain turns, I just dial her a little bit to understand. As he spoke, he picked up a piece of cucumber and put it in his mouth.
As soon as you bite into it, the crisp sweetness of the cucumber and the sourness of the mandarin orange stimulate the taste buds at the same time, and Aomine's eyes are bright again.
"Master, if you take a bite of this cucumber, this is no worse than the exquisite cucumber of the gold medal chef of Wangchun Tower. ”
Xuan Yue glanced at the cucumber and shook his head silently, he didn't eat garlic.
Xuanyue doesn't eat garlic Qingfeng naturally knows, he saw Xuanyue shook his head and recommended again, "Master, you just take a bite, although this cold cucumber has garlic, it doesn't have any spicy taste of garlic." ”
"Don't eat. ”