What does it mean? Prayers? Prays? Is there a local custom of writing on flower petals to pray for blessings?

Besides, it's not writing, it's a small character pierced with a needle, and the person who pierces the word must have good eyesight and a handful of micro-carving.

There is also a courtyard next door, which feels bigger than this side, but the courtyard wall is very high, especially the section of the wall shared by the two courtyards, which is almost like piercing the sky.

Wen Zhen looked at the section of the wall, thinking to himself if he was afraid that people would climb over or that she would climb over?

At this time, the two girls had already brought vegetables over, Wen Zhen let them go to eat and rest by themselves, she was an independent modern person, not used to being followed by someone, the two girls were happy and relaxed, and went back to their next room.

As soon as the people left, Wen Zhen pulled up her sleeves, took a sharp shovel with her, took a rope, and went up to the wall by climbing all the way, found a few tattooed flowers, picked them all, and then looked down, sure enough, there was a bamboo ladder under the wall over there, she tied the rope to the ladder, pulled the ladder up, supported it on the wall, and then slipped down, slowly pulled the rope, and dragged the ladder down.

When she saw the tattoo on the flower, she thought that there might be a ladder over there, just what she needed.

snatched the ladder, and only then did she look at the vegetables brought by the maid, and couldn't help but smile.

There is also meat, such as pork knuckle and pork liver, and there are also fish, and silver carp of poor quality. This Wen family always acts with a tone of "I can tell you in my face, but I don't care what is in my bones".

The vegetables are still fresh, but they are beans and green peppers.

Wen Zhen doesn't pick dishes, she likes cooking since she was a child, three years old pot cooking, four years old stir-frying, five years old shredded plating, the long years of the institute, she has a lot of time to polish her cooking skills, except for some of the really high-end and rare ingredients she has few opportunities to actually operate, there is nothing that can not be controlled by conventional dishes.

The silver carp was really not in good condition and was thrown into the waste basket. She washes the pig's feet, scrapes them clean, rubs the skin with salt, stir-fry them slightly after the water, smacks them into small pieces with a few knives, adds cooking wine and ginger to boil in water, constantly skims off the foam, and then scoops up and drains after there is no foam, and then starts another pot, practices sugar, adds oil, boils out the small golden red bubbles, puts in the chives, cinnamon, star anise, etc., and stir-fries the tuk tuk stir-fry to make it fragrant. Then add the pig's feet and stir-fry, add soy sauce, add water, bring to a boil over high heat and simmer slowly.

The pork liver is slightly cleaned with rice wine, and then cut into thin slices, so thin that it can almost transmit light, ginger slices, green onion knots, and three spoons of cooking wine are mixed with starch each, and fried quickly over high heat.

Scrambled eggs with green peppers, Wen Zhen held the bowl in one hand, the chopsticks flew up, and the egg liquid flew into a golden bridge, until the egg liquid bubbled slightly golden, and a little wine was added to increase the deliciousness.

Dry stir-fry the beans, add vinegar to increase freshness and relieve greasyness, and slowly pour vinegar from the edge of the pot. The evening sun slanted into her eyelashes, and even the tip of her little nose seemed to glow.

There seemed to be a little noise next door, and Wen Zhen heard someone say loudly, "What about the flowers?" Yes? Ladder too! "There was heavy footsteps, wandering around the adjacent wall.

Wen Zhen ignored it, and while frying and frying, he took out the small cloth bag given to her by Mrs. Wen from his arms and threw it on the desk.

The cloth bag was sealed with needle and thread, Wen Zhen did not open it, and the gray cloth was embroidered with a totem with a somewhat strange shape.

The aroma gradually diffuses, and the fragrance of the pig's trotters is a very strong and thick overbearing aroma that will make people kneel and sing in submission, the fragrance of the king; The aroma of beans is lush and light, reminiscent of the green of spring, which is the fragrance of hermits; The spicy aroma of green peppers is neutralized by the mellow aroma of eggs, turning into a strong and warm aroma, which is the fragrance of the general.

The combination of all kinds of aromas is a complex taste of mellow, spicy and fresh, which is difficult to describe, and it is only suitable to taste it yourself, just like this complex and bizarre life.

The fragrance of the world.

The so-called good cooking skills are not bad in terms of color, aroma and taste. When the dish is served, the pig's trotters are red and gold, and the chopsticks are gently flicked, and the skin and flesh are separated, and the layer of crystal fat between the skin and the meat is condensed under the lamp.

The beans are spring-like green, fresh and tender like jade carvings, which makes people worry about whether the chopsticks will break when touched.

The combination of the green pepper and the yellow of the egg is the most beautiful color match in this spring, and the combination of fungus lettuce and pork liver can produce a fishy fragrance.

The footsteps that wandered by the wall seemed to be leaving, but after the first scent wafted out, it stopped.

After a few more moments, there was a slight rattle on the wall.

Wen Zhen still didn't seem to hear it.

Three dishes and one soup, the rice is also good, the rice is good, there is a kind of natural fragrance that is rare in modern times, moist and shiny and distinct.

Wen Zhen sat down to eat.

The spring flowers trembled violently, and someone scolded on the wall.

"What are you pretending to be, girl? Don't come and help my old man! ”

Oh, the master of miniature carving and microvision is finally here.

Wen Zhen immediately put down his chopsticks, walked out of the kitchen, and raised his head.

On the wall full of spring flowers, there is a low figure sitting on the dundun, at first glance I thought it was a child, and then I looked at it, and it seemed to be a beautifully dressed old woman, wearing a blessing word continuous sauce silk robe, the different writing words on the robe are embroidered with gold thread, brilliant and shining, but the face is too dark, and the color of the robe is integrated, like a female bear squatting in the flowers.

The female bear was holding a bunch of spring flowers in her hand, chewing the petals carefully, muttering something in her mouth, Wen Zhen inexplicably remembered the sentence "There is a tiger in the heart, sniff the rose", which is quite pretended.

When Xiong saw her coming, he handed over the spring flower and said, "Hot water is enough, cold water is over again, marinated in honey, and the formula is added to make gold pills, which should cure swelling, poison and high fever." ”

Wen Zhen took the flower, thinking that this old lady's voice was hoarse, and she didn't feel like a family at all, so she smiled and said: "Spring has a bitter taste, and it is not suitable for cooking." ”

"That's right," said the old woman, "it's far inferior to gorse stewed eggs, Zhulan fish fillet, crispy fried moon season, and chrysanthemum tofu...... Even the acacia scones are much stronger...... Pork liver is not delicious when it is cold. After speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his voice sounded like a bear napping.

The last sentence was 108,000 miles, and Wen Zhen had already brought the ladder with a smile, "Climb down by yourself." ”

"That seems to be my ladder." The old woman squinted at her.

"Pork liver is not delicious when it is cold!"

"Legs can't do it." The old woman pounded her legs and said with a sad face.

Wen Zhen sat down by himself, "The pig's trotters are also getting cold." ”

"Bang", jumped down, the ladder was useless.

Like a bear falling to the ground, the soup shook three times.

"Yo, the legs can't work." Wen Zhensheng soup filled rice, and he didn't raise his head.

"Hey, can my leg be good? If my leg is good, the unscrupulous descendants will not tie me up on the spot? The old man sat down at the table as soon as he looked up and saw the small cloth bag hanging casually by the stove, and then his eyes turned away, not to mention his expression, and even the tone of his speech did not change.

Wen Zhen didn't seem to see it, and brought the rice up with a good temper, raised his head, and couldn't help but say "yo he" in his heart.

This is an old woman.

It's a shemale.

I won't talk about a begonia flower on the sideburns, I won't talk about a begonia flower with a jasper hairpin, and I won't say a big face with a basin, but on this big face, the thick eyebrows and wide forehead, the mouth is as big as a scoop, the red rouge hangs from the corners of the eyes with crow's feet bursting around, the thick fat powder is sandwiched in the deep skin groove, and the eyebrows fall down in the blink of an eye, and the effect of Zhou Xingxing's flower-like makeup is not so amazing.

Wen Zhen felt that the bowl in his hand was trembling, it must be that it couldn't resist wanting to commit suicide.

When the "old woman" reached out impatiently and grabbed her hair from the bun of begonia green leaves, revealing a bald head that could be seen, she felt that she was more than a bowl, and her worldview wanted to commit suicide.

You say that in a feudal society with strict etiquette, how can there even be such a setting as transvestism?

Before she could express her complicated feelings, the old guy looked up and saw the small bowl she was carrying, rolled his eyes, and shouted, "How can such a small bowl be enough to eat?" He raised his hand and took a huge soup bowl, and filled all the rice in the pot, piling it up. Only half a bowl of rice was reserved for Wen Zhen.

Before Wen Zhen sat down, the old guy had already dropped his chopsticks like the wind.

"Good pig's trotters, the skin is soft and glutinous, the lean meat is fragrant and tender, the hoof tendons are smooth, the meat is exhausted and the aroma still exists between the lips and tongue, and the beauty and tendon of the pig's trotters are all in it."

"Good green pepper eggs, green peppers are crispy, eggs are fresh and tender, slightly spicy, fragrant and salty, and the side dishes can be seen with big thoughts."

"Good pork liver! The pork liver is tender and smooth, and the freshness of the mushroom shoots is like a minister, and the monarch and the minister are mutually beneficial, and the wonderful taste is natural. ”

"Good beans, beans are old after being boiled for a long time, and less cooking is poisonous, and the beans can be made so fresh, crisp and fresh, slightly sweet and sweet, and the way of fire has reached everyone."

After a meal, I heard him speak in Barabala, and it did not affect the meal. The speed is extremely fast, Wen Zhen has only eaten three bites of rice here, and his old man has already put his chopsticks aside.

However, he did not eat a lot of food like those who tasted Wen Zhen's cooking for the first time, on the contrary, he only ate a few bites of each dish, and only chose the most fragrant and soft parts of the rice to taste, and the speed and elegance of the meal were not directly proportional, and the shape and appetite were not directly proportional.

After eating, he threw away his chopsticks and drank: "Tea!" ”

Wen Zhen didn't raise his head and handed him a bowl...... Rice water.

The old man took it as if nothing had happened, and took a sip calmly like tasting tea.

He really took three sips seriously before he started...... Spit out.

"The meat of the pig's feet is slightly tight near the bone, and there should be a short cellar, not just slaughtered today."

"The beans have a few slight toughness, and they should have been picked yesterday afternoon."

"The green pepper should be planted in the land near Baitou Mountain in the west of the city, the soil power here is slightly thin, and the spiciness of the green pepper planted is not enough to lack water, which is not as good as the green pepper grown in our land in the south of the city."

"As for the eggs...... It would be better if that chicken could be fed some pine nuts. ”

"Hmm." Wen Zhen nodded casually to him.

"I'm full, I'm leaving." The old man got up, his eyes swept over the small cloth bag, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, and walked out calmly.

Wen Zhen didn't get up, smiled and waved his hand, "Bye-bye." ”

"What do you mean bye-bye?"

"Goodbye means, but generally it actually means that it's better to never see each other again."

"As long as you don't have a gang."

"The Wen family, a family like the king of cooks, will deduct your old man's food?"

"All the skills in the world need to be wholeheartedly immersed in lust and have no distractions, a group of people who are immersed in the struggle for power and profit, how much thought can they think of wonderful dishes?" The old man smiled, "Tonight's meal is the most comfortable meal I've had since I couldn't cook." ”

Wen Zhen's eyes fell on his hand, and she had noticed that the old man seemed to move neatly, but his hands were always trembling unconsciously.

A chef who loves cooking, if he falls into such a fate, he will be full of Qiluo, and after all, it will inevitably be bleak at the end of the hero.

Wen Zhen didn't inquire, nor did he express sympathy, but just began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, casually, as if he had been greeting neighbors for many years, "Then come back tomorrow, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" ”

"Crab roe soup dumplings."

"Okay, you always remember to go down to the pond tomorrow morning and touch a few crabs."

"Soup dumplings!"

"Okay, breakfast time, please go to the restaurant on time, don't wait."

The old man waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and Wen Zhen looked at him like a clumsy and nimble bear, climbing over the high wall, through the spring flowers, and disappearing.

After a while, the ground shook three more times.

After a while, the sound of an urn coming from next door, "If you hear anything at night, don't pay attention to it." ”

"Oh?"

"But if there's anything unusual in your yard, you'll have to sort it out."

"Oh!"