"Then, do we have this fairy vegetable in Xiaoqing Village?"

Ye Tingcheng also listened, but what he thought in his heart was, could it be that this time and space had those ancient legends that she had heard in her previous life a long, long time ago?

Whether it is the records in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, or those folk legends, and all kinds of things about the flood and famine, I have heard of it.

In addition, there was also an allusion to the mortal becoming a god.

So when she traveled to this time and space, is it possible to hear all kinds of legends about the gods?

I can't imagine that this small green village is remote and inconspicuous, and there will be such a magical legend.

If she hadn't seen this fairy vegetable with her own eyes, she thought, she might have thought it was a legend.

"Yes, actually, there is not only this fairy vegetable, but also a fairy nest."

Aunt Li continued to tell, and Ye Chengcheng heard a complete magical story.

The mortal who was born from the immortal used his tears to grow the only green in winter - the fairy vessel.

Not only that, but because his tears, which fell in a stone nest, were then collected.

Since then, he has not only changed from blind to a healthy man with bright eyes and heart, but also healed his mother with his tears.

"The immortal nest left by the immortal is in the north of our village, and I heard that the immortal's home is also in the north of the village."

Aunt Li put down the fairy vegetable in her hand, reached behind her back and gently hammered her back:

"Strange to say, every time it rains or snows, the water in the fairy nest will not be dried up. Some people say that the water in the fairy nest is fairy water, which can cure all kinds of diseases. Well, no one has tried. ”

"Grandma Li really doesn't come to Xiaoqing Village, and she really can't hear such a magical story."

Ye Qingcheng's thoughts fell on the place that had made her curious before.

That's why the fields in Xiaoqing Village are barren, and they can produce such delicious and nutritious jujubes, walnuts and other fruits.

This small green village and the plants on the mountain can be lush, does it have anything to do with the gods who descended to the earth?

"Hey, you're back, listen to me. Otherwise, I'm lonely. ”

Grandma Li followed Ye Chengcheng to stand up and helped her carry the plate with the eggplant into the kitchen.

The kitchen was as clean as the stuff room, and there was no oil or smoke stain in sight.

Although Aunt Li is old, she is a person who loves cleanliness.

The kitchen is rectangular and well equipped with pots and stoves. There are two iron pots, one for cooking and the other for cooking.

Like pots and pans, etc., Aunt Li is neatly cleaned up, and there is no mess at all.

"The outermost pot is for cooking, Allure, you will put more rice later, and boil the porridge to a thick one."

Aunt Li pointed to the jars of rice, noodles, and oil to her one by one.

The rice she was referring to was not brown rice, which is commonly eaten, but white rice, which is rarely eaten.

"Your family of three is too thin, but you need to take good care of yourself. Our Zhuang family, we still have to eat a lot to grow strong. You don't know, when I'm your age, I'm much fatter than I am now. ”

The pot for cooking rice was very clean, Ye Tingcheng directly poured water and put two large spoons of white rice into it.

Cooking here is done on a wood-fired stove, unlike the gas stove or electric cooker used in the previous life.

In my previous life, the way I cooked was convenient and trouble-free. It's not like here, you still have to use bellows.

If she could only use the gas stove or an electric cooker, she would only be able to watch the wood stove and do nothing.

Fortunately, she was in the village when she was a child, and she also used a firewood stove.

Making a fire and pulling the bellows didn't bother her.

And when she saw the wood stove and the big iron pot again, the joy in her heart was obvious.

This wood stove and big iron pot are really kind to her.

I still remember the yellow and clear cakes pasted in the pot when I was a child, and they were crispy and sweet when I took a bite.

The meals cooked on the wood stove naturally have a farmhouse flavor, simple and delicious.

The happiest thing is the days of the second month of the lunar month.

Boiling meat, steaming meatballs, and frying all kinds of things, the kitchen was filled with the smell of fragrant food for a while.

She remembers the cooked meat, taken out of the cauldron, without salt, and only dipped in soy sauce.

When you take a bite, it's delicious.

Now that she thinks about it, she almost drools.

There was rice cooking in this pot here, and she had already stewed the meat in the pot over there.

There are not as many spices in the kitchen as in the previous life, and some of them are not. I don't know if it's not in the kitchen of Aunt Li's house, or if it hasn't appeared in this time and space.

There are onions, ginger and garlic, speaking of which, onions, ginger and garlic seem to be the same as those flowers and trees, and they have received the gift of the mortal gods, and they look very different.

"Grandma Li, when will I put this fairy vegetable?"

After Ye Chengcheng waited for the rice to boil, he took two sticks of firewood out of the stove, boiled them over low heat, and put the steamed buns and eggplants on the shelf.

"You can put it whenever you want, and you can taste it no matter when you put it. I usually put the meat in it, and the fairy vegetables also put it in by the way.

Sensei is worried that the taste will not be good after cooking for a long time, and the taste will be the same no matter how long it is cooked. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a fairy vegetable. ”

Grandma Li handed over a handful of longer bamboo chopsticks, which were obviously not chopsticks for eating, and were about twice as long as the chopsticks for eating.

"Where did Grandma Li buy these chopsticks?"

Ye Tingcheng noticed that the bamboo chopsticks were finely made, and a string of unknown flowers and plants was carved at the top.

Like her in her previous life, there are also such long chopsticks at home, which are very convenient to use when cooking noodles, dumplings or fried things.

The pair of bamboo chopsticks in her hand are so exquisite that they can be collected as works of art.

She already likes these things, so she is naturally happy to see the hunt, and she wants to collect them from this bamboo chopsticks.

When she has money, she will also buy it and collect it.

"I didn't buy it, it was made by your uncle."

As Aunt Li spoke, she took two bamboo tubes. In a bamboo tube are chopsticks that are usually used for eating, but in a bamboo tube are the long bamboo chopsticks that Ye Tingcheng is holding in his hand.

"He's a man who likes to carve flowers and grass. I like it when I'm a child, not only these chopsticks, but also your aunt and my daily hairpins, hairpins and whatever, he makes them all by himself. ......"

Putting down the two bamboo tubes, Aunt Li casually pulled out a few pairs of chopsticks.

"He's that person, he doesn't like to make big things, and he doesn't know how to make big things, so he loves to put his mind on these small things. Don't listen to what you say, anyway, if you say yours, he just does his. ”

It sounded like a complaint, but Ye Tingcheng still heard the taste of pride from Aunt Li's words.

That's the taste of pride for her son!