When the family was busy, Xiangling was free, and remembered that she had promised Wang Wenqian to make ducks, so she specially bought a few ducks from Orion and made a special dish for Wang Wenqian.

After the dish was ready, Xiangling used the old method to hit two mud pellets in the pitcher, and Wang Wenqian immediately ran over as if he heard the alarm clock.

Xiangling had already set up the table in the courtyard in advance, putting pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and vegetables on the other.

Wang Wenqian looked at the duck head, duck paws and other things in the bowl, his face suddenly changed, he took three or four steps back, and said vigilantly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Xiangling said with a smug face: "Didn't you say last time that you saw a duck swimming by the river, thinking of calligraphy, you have to "hide your head" and then "draw your palm", I thought that you must want to eat duck head and duck palm, specially bought three ducks from the village, and made a dry pot spicy duck head and spicy duck claws for you, and there are duck intestines in it, the more you chew, the more chewy it is, it is delicious, you eat it while it is hot. ”

"......" Wang Wenqian looked at the steaming duck head, duck claws, and duck intestines as long as noodles with difficulty, feeling uncomfortable, swallowing deeply, but the chopsticks couldn't get down.

After a long time, Wang Wenqian seemed to come back to his soul, so he calmly pointed to the coriander leaves sprinkled on it and said: "I'm not afraid of eating duck heads, duck feet and duck intestines, I don't eat coriander." ”

Xiangling frowned and said, "Don't eat coriander?" Then you will be miserable, the vegetables in my homeland, coriander grows best, and the most important thing is that whether it is making noodles, cooking or soup, I love to sprinkle a handful of minced coriander to taste, if you quit coriander, you have to quit the dishes I made. ”

Xiangling pointed to a pool of green coriander, beaming proudly.

Xiangling doesn't always use coriander as a seasoning, and the last time Wang Wenqian came to eat, all the dishes were not put in.

She just looked at Wang Wenqian's hypocritical appearance of a rich and noble son, and she couldn't help but scold, looking at Wang Wenqian's suffocated expression, she was happier than she had earned money.

Wang Wenqian looked at a pool of green coriander, and his face changed again and again.

For the convenience of eating, Xiangling transplanted all the vegetables that had grown up in the old house into the vegetable field of the new house, and coriander was no exception, it was not easy to transplant, so he simply dug up a layer of soil connected to the roots, and after a few days of re-rooting and growth, it became more and more lush.

Wang Wenqian took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and indifferently picked aside the top coriander leaves one by one with chopsticks.

Looking at the spicy duck head a little stunned, he raised his eyes and saw Xiangling's ridiculous gaze, so he grabbed a spicy duck head and took a bite like hatred, and found that the taste was quite special, and took another bite, which became more and more uncontrollable, and ate it heartily.

After eating, Wang Wenqian took the initiative to help Xiangling write the recipe, and did not leave immediately after teaching, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Xiangling took the initiative to ask, "Wang Xiucai, have you thought of any new dishes?" ”

Wang Wenqian shook his head and said with an embarrassed expression: "My classmate is coming tomorrow...... I'll ask Chu Zhou to buy the ingredients, and you can help me cook a few dishes....."

Besides, Xiangling can also learn to read through recipes, Xiangling readily agreed without saying a word.

Wang Wenqian still refused to leave, hesitated for a long time and asked: "These classmates of mine are not as good as me in poetry and articles, so when we meet, I never use poetry to meet friends, but to pitch pots to discuss the short and long, and I am always the last...... Can you teach me how to throw a pot......

No wonder Wang Wenqian gets up early every day to practice pitching, it turns out that he wants to make up for his shortcomings and outperform his classmates.

The biggest reason for Xiangling's accurate casting is talent, not technique, but if she doesn't teach Wang Wenqian, Wang Wenqian must think that she is hiding her secrets, and thinks that it is okay to teach him a few movement essentials and revive his confidence.

Xiangling stepped into her room, untied the arrow pocket, looked around and didn't find anything that could replace the pitcher, and suddenly remembered the big clay pot with cold white water in Chu Xia's house, and turned back to Chu Xia's house.

Chu Xia was looking out at Wang Wenqian through a crack in the window, and when he saw Xiangling coming in, he said with a worried face: "Xiangling, this Wang Xiucai always comes to our house, it doesn't seem to be good, right?" ”

Chu Xia was afraid that the villagers would gossip when they saw it.

Chu Xia only knew about Wang Wenqian's coming to Chu's house, and didn't know that Wang Wenqian came from the dog hole, if he knew, he would probably be even more worried.

Xiangling said disapprerovingly: "Big brother, I'm a fool, gossiping with a dignified showman, it doesn't seem like I'm the one who suffers, right?" Wang Xiucai is not afraid, what are you worried about? ”

In one sentence, Chu Xia said that he didn't know how to refute it, Xiucai's status, in the village, it was Zhuoran's existence, and even Li Zheng had to give three points, Yi Xiangling's once stupid experience, she was still a poor peasant girl, not to mention marrying the past, or going to be a concubine for others, in the eyes of others, it was a good thing to burn high incense.

This is the reason, but Chu Xia still feels that reputation is too important for women, for fear that her sister will suffer, she only hates herself for being lame, and she can't keep an eye on her sister all the time.

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Xiangling came out of the house and found that Wang Wenqian had a layer of sweat on his forehead, and he was still a little panting, thinking, didn't this guy eat spicy food last time? Why is it so spicy this time?

Xianglinghu asked, "Do you need to sit down and drink saliva and rest for a while?" ”

Wang Wenqian shook his head nervously and said, "No, no, you can teach me quickly." ”

Xiangling put the big clay pot in front of the elm tree, took more than a dozen steps back, picked up an arrow, and explained in a similar way: "The pitcher must first be focused, not half-heartedly, to make it only the pot in the eyes, no other person, anything, any sound, three fingers hold the middle of the arrow, the tail of the arrow is attached to the ear, the middle line is thrown, not too low, not too high......"

Xiangling threw it easily, and the arrow was easily thrown into the clay pot, attracting Wang Wenqian's envious eyes.

Xiangling handed the arrow to Wang Wenqian and motioned for him to try it.

Wang Wenqian followed Xiangling's demonstration, threw arrows and pitched pots, and was the first to scrape the edge; The second rubbed the spout of the pot and fell out; The third one actually went in.

Wang Wenqian's excited eyes lit up, and he danced with his hands: "Cast in!" I actually threw it in!! I used to shoot 1 out of 15, but now I have 1 shot out of 3, so it's amazing!! ”

The young man of seventeen or eighteen years old praised himself unashamedly and smiled like a child who was only three years old.

Just clapping his hands, a large splash of green fell out of Wang Wenqian's sleeve and landed at Wang Xiucai's feet.

Wang Wenqian wanted to pick up the handful of green, but it was too late, Xiangling could already see it clearly, the two handfuls of green were two handfuls of green coriander.

No wonder Xiangling smelled a strong smell of coriander on Wang Wenqian's body just now, she thought it was because she put coriander in the dish, but now it seems that Wang Wenqian has hidden coriander in his sleeve!

Wait, where did he get all this coriander?

Xiangling had a sense of foreboding in her mind, and hurriedly rushed to the vegetable garden, looking at the pool of coriander that was originally growing vigorously, which was gnawed like a dog, and only the roots of Qi Didi remained.

Xiangling suddenly suddenly, no wonder Wang Wenqian's sweat just now was not spicy and spicy at all, but took advantage of the time when he entered the house, he was tired of picking coriander, and a large pool of coriander growing just right was dispelled by Wang Wenqian!

He was afraid that he would cook tomorrow and put coriander!

"Wang Wenqian!!" Xiangling ran back to the elm tree to settle accounts with Wang Wenqian.

Under the elm tree, where is Wang Wenqian's shadow?

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