Xiqi.

Qingcheng back mountain.

A handsome young man of medium stature was sitting in a shed erected on the side of the road.

And beside the carriage waiting on the side, from the coachman standing respectfully to the girl waiting respectfully, there was unconcealed disgust in his eyes.

"Delicious, delicious! This chicken is your family willing to fetch spring water from the mountains to stew it raw! I don't have this taste in another house! ”

The young man was so spicy with red oil that his eyes were red and swollen, and he wiped his tears with a handkerchief while eating in large gulps.

The unpretentious proprietress looked at him and smiled, and her voice was extremely enthusiastic: "The prince is an expert!" Listen to what our head said, this is ten years ago, ah, just like the handsome boy said, in the practice of this chicken, using mountain spring water, is the secret recipe! ”

The girl standing next to her couldn't help but glared at the proprietress and muttered, "You still tell me the secret recipe...... Nymphomaniac ......"

The proprietress was full of young people, and she couldn't help but sit down at the table, poured him a bowl of tea carefully and considerately, and continued with a smile:

"Later, our brother in charge also learned this method, but he was too lazy, and only sold it under the pretense of being a spring chicken. But it's not as good as this one in our house! ”

The young man nodded again and again, and then asked with a smile: "What you are talking about is called spring chicken?" Where is he? ”

"I'm going up the mountain to carry the water!" The proprietress shook the handkerchief in her hand, smiled and asked, "Is this one enough?" Would you like me to bring another bowl? ”

"Enough, enough! I'm afraid there are at least two chickens in your pot, and I have three chicken legs in this bowl! It's full! Come on, reward. ”

The young man wiped his sweat, stood up, and threw the handkerchief to the girl. He was slightly stunned, shook his head with a smile, muttered, and turned to get into the car.

The curtain was lowered, the young man's smile disappeared, his hand rubbed between his eyebrows on his face, and his face changed slightly.

It's Zhong Fan.

"I don't know what happened to that silly girl......

Before the words fell, the girl got into the car, full of coquettishness: "Xiaolang is really true!" There are no restaurants in the city that can't eat, so you have to come to eat this roadside stall. Look at the hands of the proprietress, the servant is afraid that you will turn around and make trouble! I don't believe it, so the chef of HSBC Building, can he not cook as delicious as this little chef? ”

Zhong Huan suddenly laughed: "What do you know? The method of this spring chicken was originally taught by me back then, and even the name of the spring chicken was given by me! ”

The girl was startled, covered her mouth with her hand, and snorted: "Then she still dares to accept Xiaolang's meal money?!" ”

got up angrily, and was about to go down with his skirt: "Slave go and get the bounty back!" ”

Zhong Huan grabbed her with his hand: "How hard are you picking the door?!" I said it was a reward, not a meal! ”

The girl fell on top of him and drilled into his arms delicately: "Slave understands, Xiaolang is here to check whether this family has ruined your thoughts back then." Why don't you teach our own chef how to cook this way and let him cook it for you? ”

Zhong Huan pushed her away, with a huge headache: "If you do this again, I will tell my big sister to replace you!" ”

The girl immediately hid her face and choked up: "The eldest lady let go, if the slave and maid can't serve Xiaolang happy, she will send the slave to the dirtiest and most tired restaurant in the house to wash the dishes for a year...... Is Xiaolang really willing to let his servant endure such suffering? ”

Zhong Huan looked at her calmly: "Reluctant." ”

The girl was stunned and raised her face without a tear: "Xiaolang! Slave is so delicate......"

"My junior sister was so delicate back then, learning martial arts and practicing martial arts, and it was an hour to take a step on the horse, and she didn't cry out tired. What are you? ”

Zhong Huan pulled another handkerchief to wipe the sweat that came out of his forehead, and then threw it to her: "Don't bother me in the future." My heart hardened, and I was afraid that you would be scared to death. ”

The girl muttered aggrievedly, put away her handkerchief, and went out to sit on the wheel.

The coachman comforted her in a low voice: "Xiaolang is just scaring you, otherwise how can I still throw the personal things back to you?" ”

Zhong Fan rolled his eyes in the car.

That's because he is used to his sister's style, and he finds it super good to throw away the dirty handkerchief that has been used up.

However, this tantrum was very effective.

When Zhong Huan proposed to explore a mountain path that looked very quiet alone, neither the coachman nor the girl dared to say no.

Anyway, this road doesn't seem to be visited by others.

Zhong Huan took a cane, put on a big coat, and walked into the snow step by step, rising, and chanting loudly: "It's like a bird that has eaten all of it and thrown it into the forest, and it has fallen into a white land, it's really clean......"

The girl and the coachman looked at each other, and had to wait.

This is more than an hour.

The girl was anxious: "Seeing the New Year, Xiaolang can't bump into it!" If we let the head of the family know that we are making trouble by his temperament, we don't want our lives! ”

"Then you didn't stop ......," the coachman muttered in a low voice, and hurried on, shouting as he let go of his throat:

"Xiaolang! Xiaolang, it's too cold! It's time to find poetry! Go back to the city, right? Show the eldest lady that your boots are all muddy water, and it's time to blame you again! ”

shouted seven or eight times in a row, and walked forward for more than a hundred steps, only to see Zhong Huan panting and walking back, muttering uncontrollably:

"Oh my God! OMG! It scares the hell out of me! ”

When the coachman saw that the crutches in his hand were gone, the big hairpin was gone, the hosta that tied his hair was gone, and the corners of his robe were covered with slush, and he couldn't help but be startled:

"Xiaolang! What's wrong with you? ”

Zhong Huan's face became unnatural, and even turned red suspiciously, he tried to straighten his waist, stretched out his hand in front of the coachman's eyes, and spread out:

"There is a cliff not far ahead, and there is a rare and good Ganoderma lucidum on the edge of the cliff......"

My own Xiao Langjun, who didn't know where to appear, was originally a doctor, so when he encountered this kind of thing, he was happy to see Hunting, and he could understand it.

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhong Xuan coughed deeply, and stretched out his other hand that had been scratched to him: "It's not a big deal......

Looking at the bloody palm, the coachman only felt a blackness in front of him: "Xiaolang! Can't you just shout at the small one and let the small one pick it?! ”

Zhong Huan snorted: "There must be poison next to all immortal grass." I have been impregnated with drugs for many years, and I am not invaded by all kinds of poisons. Try it for you? Maybe something will come out and gnaw to death! ”

The coachman cried with a sad face: "The little one would rather be gnawed to death by poison than go back and be punished by the head of the family......"

"The head of the family has accumulated a lot of dark diseases in recent years, and if I don't look for medicine to treat him, our family will wait for the sky to fall! If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have taken any chances. ”

Zhong Huan walked back quickly, shouting, "Quick, find a wooden box to come out, the one with the best sealing effect!" ”

Finally cut off the fragmented thoughts of the coachman and the girl.

Zhong Huan lowered the curtain of the car, let out a long breath, and the sonorous words of a middle-aged woman sounded in his ears: "I don't recognize it." It has nothing to do with me. Drop-off! ”

He smiled bitterly, looked down at his deliberately scratched hand, and gasped in pain.

It's good.

Very good.

Really, exceptionally good.