While telling her not to rub her eyes, she flattened the spicy seeds, and after a while, the courtyard was full of red color and the faint smell of spicy seeds.

Cai Wei was puzzled, and looked at Mu Qiange, who was busy in her hand on one side: "Girl, what are you doing with this?"

Mu Qiange smiled mysteriously, got up and went to the kitchen, and came out again, holding a coarse porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Taste it."

Cai Wei looked down and saw that it was a mixture of white and green, as well as a little red. If you look closely, it turns out that the spicy seeds and coriander were chopped, the minced garlic was smashed into it, and a little red cannon was added.

Cai Wei was strange, pinched a little with her hand, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Girl, why is it so delicious."

Mu Qiange held the bowl and walked up to Cai Wei with a smile: "Come, try it."

Cai Wei got Mu Qiange's permission, and tasted a small bite in horror, and suddenly her spicy eyes turned red.

Don't say it, spicy is spicy, but after eating, people still want to eat it, it's just unstoppable.

So when Qiange asked if it was delicious, Cai Wei nodded without hesitation.

If she uses it to accompany her rice, even if she doesn't like to eat pasta, she can probably eat a full bowl.

"Good!"

Mu Qiange clapped his palms: "Anyone who comes to the store to eat today will give a small plate of this, so that people can try it."

Cai Wei was confused: "Girl, isn't this going to be sold?"

"Naturally, not." She was in a good mood and smiled when she spoke: "This thing is simple and easy to make, and it can't be sold at a price." But we are used to eating the little red cannon here, and we can really do it in the future. ”

After that, staring at the gorgeous colors all over the ground, his eyes were full of longing.

After a busy morning, when I was resting, the number of people eating became two.

Although Cai Wei is not afraid of spicy now, she has not eaten much. But now that I have this spicy rice, I unknowingly went down to a bowl of grease rubs.

I haven't eaten so much for a long time, Cai Wei put down the dishes and chopsticks a little embarrassed: "Girl, this spicy is really delicious, I don't feel greasy at all."

This sentence suddenly lit up Mu Qiange.

That's right, that night, when Han Mingcheng said that the shabu-shabu in the north was made with butter and spicy seeds, she still scoffed, thinking that the mouthful full of oil could be eaten. Could it be the same as this, because the spicy food hides the greasy smell of the oil?

Do what you want, she stood up and told Cai Wei: "After cleaning up in a while, you can go to bed early, and I'll go to the kitchen to do something else."

"Girl, do you want me to help you?"

"No, no, no."

She waved her hand to stop Cai Wei, who wanted to stand up to help: "You continue to eat, rest early after eating, you have been working hard recently."

Seeing Mu Qiange go to the backyard in a hurry, Cai Wei pursed her lips and smiled, picked up chopsticks and continued to eat.

As if recalling something, Cai Wei suddenly sneered: "Before she entered this tavern, she was kind to Mu

Qiange has more or less inquired, but now that she has been with her for these days, her character and treatment of people have to be admired. ”

Cai Wei shook her head, muttering to herself.

Only in an instant she fell into deep thought again.

Why did such a woman find such a treacherous thing?

"Hey!"

Mu Qiange, who came out to get something, saw that the food in her bowl didn't move, and hurriedly greeted: "It's not delicious when it's cold."

"Ahh Cai Wei sneered, picked up the bowl, and covered her solemn face.

In the kitchen.

After a morning of drying, the juice of the little red cannon was a little less, and after removing the pedicle, it was divided into two sections with a knife and thrown into a small basket.

Before I knew it, I cut a small basket after a while.

Yesterday afternoon, she specially told the person who sent braised pork to bring some butter when she came today. At this point, I cut it into pieces, threw it down, added a scoop of water, and began to boil it little by little.

The butter of the white flower soon seeped out and floated on the water. Seeing that the fat is getting less and less, and the water under the bottom is drying up little by little, the oily butter comes out.

After about half an hour, half a pot of oil came out, cool and cool, and a unique smell emerged in the claustrophobic kitchen.

Now, it's time for chili peppers.

She withdrew some firewood, and when the flames went down, she put a basket of small red cannons and peppercorns into it.

I only heard the crackling, and the aroma of the spicy seeds soon came out, and soon, it turned a little yellow and black.

It was also the first time for Mu Qiange to engage in such a big project, and he hurriedly took out the red cannon and peppercorns with a grate. But the butter already has a distinct burnt smell, and impurities have been left in it because of the fire.

I made it up a little bit, and after it cooled down, I added it slightly with my lips.

Ooh!

Disgusting, she almost threw up.

The greasy plate oil was wrapped in fishy smell and pasty spicy smell stuck to the mouth and instantly condensed on the wall of her mouth, and she drank a scoop of well water without rushing down.

I wiped my mouth and puffed several times. Mu Qiange was embarrassed, and his mouth was chattering: "No, no, no, this way of eating in the north is not used to eating at all, and it is so unpalatable that I don't do it!"

But Han Mingcheng's intoxicated expression when she talked about the spicy pot in the north that night still made her grit her teeth.

If you want a bright future, try again.

In fact, I don't know how many times I tried it, and by the time I finally got a bowl of usable ingredients, it was already twilight.

She rubbed her old waist, went out to take a look, and found that Cai Wei and Xiao Yang, who were going to the countryside in a hurry, were back again, and they would be sitting in the hall.

"Why are you back?"

Xiao Yang's face turned red completely, and he muttered: "Aunt Li's family has too much work, Zhuangzi has not been idle since he went back, he has no time to play with me, so I will come back."

Mu Qiange knew Xiao Yang well, and she didn't

Didn't tell his lies.

He just looked at the two of them and said, "What are you doing here?" Looking around, I found that it was quiet, and I couldn't help but wonder: "What about the guests, why aren't there any of them?"

Cai Wei smiled bitterly: "Girl, what about it, you didn't open the door after knocking on the door a few times in the afternoon, and said that it would be a while and a while." Xiao Yang and I couldn't go in to cook, so we simply hung up the sign and rested for a long time. ”

"Oops!"

She slapped her head, really, she was so involved in the afternoon that she forgot that she was still open.

But now, obviously, is not the time.

"You can cook something to eat, I have to go out, don't wait for me at night."

Dropping this sentence, Mu Qiange went out with a small pot.

Xiao Yang shook his head: "Sister Caiwei, then I'll bother you."

When Cai Wei went to the kitchen, she almost didn't throw up.

The thick smell of butter in the room seemed to condense the air, and there were four or five basins of solidified oil of different sizes next to the stove.

Cai Wei wailed in her heart: Girl, did you kill a cow in the kitchen?

Mu Qiange couldn't care about so much.

Because of the experience of the last time, this time I arrived at Tianxianglou.

It was evening, when Tianxianglou's business was the hottest, and as soon as she came, Xiao Er immediately came forward to greet her: "Guest officer, have you made an appointment, or are you coming to eat by yourself."

"Neither!"

Mu Qiange was very domineering: "I'm looking for your owner, Han Mingcheng."

Xiao Er was suddenly frightened, and being able to accurately say the name of the owner must not be underestimated. He said cautiously: "Then, what are you looking for our host?"

How could this secrecy be told to him? Mu Qiange threw out an ambiguous answer.

A private matter!

Xiao Er's eyes suddenly became ambiguous, and he looked the woman in front of him up and down.

A pair of willow eyebrows are crooked, apricot eyes are watery, Xu is because he is walking too fast, his face is ruddy, his red lips are slightly open, his black hair is pressed on his sideburns, and his chin is pointed.

The most striking thing is the bulging bag in front of you, which fluctuates with the breath.

It's really a stunner.

The owner of their family, regardless of their young age, has a lot of romantic debts. It hasn't been a few months since I came to Yicheng, and I have already provoked several girls to come to look for people, but this woman with a pot is still the first one.

Wait a minute.

Pot?

Xiao Er stared at the pot in Mu Qian's singer inexplicably, with a complicated look: "...... are you here?"

It took a long afternoon to get this small bowl of things, Mu Qiange was naturally very protective, hugged it tightly to his chest, looked at him with wary eyes, and said impatiently: "Nature is an important thing, can I go in now?"

"Yes, of course."

Greeted her in and pointed down the stairs: "The owner is here."

On the third floor, you go straight up. ”

After watching Mu Qiange go upstairs, he shook his head and sneered: "I've seen people dressed up and come to the owner, and I've seen tears in my eyes, but I've never seen anyone who cooks with their own hands." This woman actually sent food to the owner of the restaurant, and it can be regarded as for the sake of the upper position, and the sword is biased, with good intentions. ”

said that Mu Qiange took the baby upstairs step by step, and when he reached the third floor, a faint fragrance suddenly came to his nose.

It seems to be mixed with other smells, and it smells a little weird.

Standing in front of you are two carved jade-inlaid rosewood doors, revealing an unstoppable sharp spirit.

Biting his lip, Mu Qiange stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The door opened to the left and right, and the sight in front of her suddenly stunned her.

On the crimson plush carpet, there is a three-tripod gilt copper stove, and the fragrance spreads from above, smoking the whole room.

and further inward, it is covered by a light veil of curtains, so that people cannot see the truth.

Mu Qiange cleared his throat: "Yes, is there anyone?"

The tulle moved slightly, and a hand poked out of it.

Slender and fair-skinned, with distinct joints.

She swallowed her saliva, and walked in with courage, slandering in her heart: This Han Mingcheng is really a loser, and the good house has been made as enchanting as the wind and the moon, and I don't know who gave birth to such a scourge. Fortunately, it wasn't her brother or something, otherwise she would have to be angry to death.

Holding her baby, step by step to the front. smiled: "Didn't you say that my spicy was good last time, but now I came to show you something else."

After that, he put the small pot in his hand, but unexpectedly found that the finger was full of calluses.

This is not the hand of a gentleman like Han Mingcheng at all.

Mu Qiange was taken aback, snatched *** back into his arms, pulled the veil with his other hand, and said sharply: "Which one is pretending to be a ghost inside?"

The voice inside sounded at the same time: "A thousand songs can't be!"

The familiar voice made her feel like she was struck by lightning, but it couldn't stop the light veil from falling to the ground, and the true face inside was suddenly revealed.

Ah Jin was bare-shouldered, his upper limbs were wrapped in bandages, and if he looked closely, there was still a little crimson oozing out of his waist and abdomen.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

She was suddenly shocked, and she couldn't take care of her baby, so she hurriedly put it on the ground, and was about to touch it, but he blocked it.

"It's fine!"

He also said that it was okay, but the sweaty man on his forehead was like raindrops, his eyes were full of pain, his teeth were clenched, and he seemed to be enduring great pain.

(End of chapter)