Goatee glanced at Qin in disgust, and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, let's go farther." ”

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" There was a soft coughing sound next to it. But it was the young man, covering his mouth with a fine handkerchief, and coughing sideways. When Goatee heard this, he leaned up to the young man with a nervous face and asked softly, "Are you okay?" ”

The young man waved his hand at the goatee, raised his eyes, looked at Lin Xiaozhu with interest, and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you think I am the one who can call the shots?" ”

Lin Xiaozhu's eyes were a little disappointed when he asked, and suddenly lit up. She smiled at the young man, this bright smile was like a flower blooming in the rising sun, which made the young man's mood inexplicably better, and said softly: "I think you are more like a noble person than him." ”

When the goatee heard this, he was stunned, slowly sat up straight, straightened his waist, tried his best to show his majestic momentum, and asked in a calm voice, "How can you see it?" ”

Looking at the goatee's style, Lin Xiaozhu was amused in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and replied: "This brother sits there, and I feel that he is not afraid of anything; But what about you, uncle, you glanced at your brother from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would not be satisfied with what you had done. After saying this, he wiped the goosebumps. It's not easy to pretend to be an innocent little girl in a mountain village.

The boy glanced teasingly at the goatee, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. But then he frowned, turned sideways sharply, and coughed again.

Goatee stood up a little nervously, walked behind the young man, stroked his back, and asked with a very worried face, "Childe, are you okay?" ”

The salutation of the goatee and his nervous respect made everyone understand that what Lin Xiaozhu said was very correct.

Qin Shi looked at the young man, then at Lin Xiaozhu, rolled his eyes, and pushed Lin Xiaozhu: "Hurry up and go home and bring a bowl of water to moisten the throat of the son." ”

Lin Xiaozhu didn't move, stared at the young man, looked at it for a while, and said, "Are you suffering from the cold?" I'll make you a bowl of porridge to drink, it can cure the cold, do you want it? ”

Goatee was in a very irritated mood, waved his hand impatiently, frowned, and said, "No, no, let's disperse quickly." We're going back. ”

"Wait." The young man suppressed his cough, turned his head, looked at Lin Xiaozhu and said, "Do it." ”

The goatee frowned: "Childe, this is not clean." ”

"It doesn't matter." After the boy finished speaking, he coughed again.

Lin Xiaozhu looked at the young man's discomfort and said, "I'll make it clean." If you don't worry, you can send someone to follow me. ”

"There you go." Goatee waved his hand at a middle-aged man standing behind.

"Yes."

Xia Dazhu's house was not far from this sunbath, and Lin Xiaozhu took the big man to the house after two turns. At this time, Xia Dazhu was sleeping at home, she took Dahan directly to the kitchen, after burning the fire, brushed the pot, put some water, put a washed bowl and a pair of chopsticks in it to cook, and then smiled sweetly at Dahan and said, "Uncle, I'll go into the room to get some rice, please help me make a fire here." ”

This smile was as bright and beautiful as a spring flower, which made Dahan think of his daughter, and his heart became soft. He nodded and said, "Go ahead." ”

"Thank you, uncle." Lin Xiaozhu thanked him politely, then he got out of the kitchen, entered Xia Dazhu and Qin's bedroom lightly, rummaged through the clay jar in the corner and the rotten wooden cabinet where Qin's clothes were loaded, and found all the things he was looking for, and then tiptoed out again.

Back in the kitchen, she washed her hands first, then took out the boiled dishes and chopsticks, put the washed rice in, covered the pot and boiled. Then I pulled seven green onions in the vegetable field, cut seven slices of ginger, and after the porridge was cooked, put the green onions and ginger in it and cook for a while, and finally put in brown sugar, and then put some vinegar after melting. It was served in a boiled bowl.

"Alright, uncle, let's go." She put the porridge into a small clean bamboo basket, covered with a layer of white cloth, and said to the big man.

The big man glanced at her softly, didn't speak, stood up and followed her out.

At this time, the number of people watching the excitement in the sundeck not only did not decrease due to her departure, but gathered more and more. Life in the mountains is dull, and there are few new things. So those who dispersed, when they heard that she cooked porridge for the young man to eat, returned to the sunbath to see if she could be picked by these people.

When she and Dahan walked up, Goatee looked at Dahan: "Tell me about the situation." ”

"Yes. I've seen it all, and this little girl has quick hands and feet, and the porridge she makes is very clean. The dishes and chopsticks for Childe are also washed and boiled in boiling water, so please feel free to eat them. Dahan gave a salute and said.

"Bring it up." The young man didn't speak, covered his mouth with a moon-white handkerchief and coughed lightly, and set his eyes on Lin Xiaozhu.

Lin Xiaozhu stepped forward, took out the porridge from the bamboo basket, put it on the table in front of the young man, and handed him the chopsticks: "Childe, please use it." ”

The goatee smelled the porridge, turned his head to Lin Xiaozhu, frowned and pointed at the porridge and asked, "What is this made of?" Why does it smell weird? ”

Lin Xiaozhu said unhurriedly: "When my grandfather was alive, he went out of the mountains, saw the world, and cooked very well. When I was a child, I had a cold and he made me this porridge. He also said a ballad, called 'A handful of glutinous rice boiled into soup, seven green onions and seven slices of ginger, boiled into half a cup of vinegar, cold and flu to protect health'. In order to make it more delicious, I also deliberately put a small piece of brown sugar in this porridge, which is sweet and sour, and it is very delicious. ”

Her crisp voice was very pleasant, and when she spoke, her expression was downright and generous, her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, her speech was clever, and her expression was clear, which made the goatee cast her gaze more appreciatively.

Lin Xiaozhu's words fell, and Dahan added another sentence next to him: "Yes, Childe, I watched her put these things." I've seen everything, and it's all good. ”

When the Qin family heard what Lin Xiaozhu said, they were already furious. At this time, before the big man finished speaking, he raised his slap and rushed forward, and slapped Lin Xiaozhu with a flick of his hand: "I'll kill you stinky girl, dare to steal the old lady's glutinous rice and brown sugar!" ”

The middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Qin's wrist, glared at him, and shouted: "Get out!" ”

Originally, with Qin's ability to sprinkle, if someone was caught like this, he would definitely roll on the spot. But being so angry by the middle-aged man that he was frightened, he put down his hand and shrank back.

When Qin's slap came, the young man's eyes sank suddenly. Seeing that the Qin clan was retreating at this time, he took the chopsticks in Lin Xiaozhu's hand and slowly ate the porridge. In the gaze of the whole village, he did not feel uncomfortable, his movements were elegant and calm, not slow or slow.

Cooking porridge seems easy, but in fact, it is the most important thing: the water should be put just right, so that the porridge is not thin or thick; The heat is also very particular, it is necessary to boil it violently first, and then simmer slowly, without being impatient or impatient, in order to achieve a good bowl of porridge; In addition, the time of boiling porridge should also be grasped well, and the rice should be boiled until it is exploded, and then boiled for a while, until the rice soup becomes a little sticky, then the fire can be extinguished, otherwise, either the taste of the porridge is not enough, the rice is still too hard, or it is cooked too badly, and the rice loses its unique fragrance and the taste of the rice grains. It can be said that from a bowl of porridge, you can see a person's character, whether he is calm, careful, and dedicated.

And Lin Xiaozhu's bowl of porridge is just right. The porridge is not thick or thin, and the flowering degree of the rice is just right. The spicy nature of green onion and ginger is combined with the sweet and sour sweetness of the sourness, giving it a delicious taste. Eat it hot into your stomach, and as soon as you are given green onions and ginger, this warmth goes straight into your heart. A bowl of porridge was in his stomach, and the young man only felt that the pores that were blocked all over his body were washed away one by one in this warmth, and all of them were stretched, and there was an indescribable smoothness all over his body.

After swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, he put down his chopsticks, took a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his mouth, and nodded slightly at the goatee.

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