"How can this be called sophistry? This is called the words of a saint! Mao Tongtong said.

The eighth master didn't argue with her, and said, "If you want to eat game, you still have to come in winter." At that time, there were a lot of fresh ones on the Zhuangzi. This will be afraid only pickled. If you like, let them make some for lunch. ”

"Be fresh, bake and eat." Mao Tongtong was slightly regretful.

The eighth master couldn't help but smile again, and said, "Then it's a pity that you came this season." In early spring, it will come, and there will be a lot of wild vegetables. In autumn, there will be mountain fruits, and in winter, there will be wild game. In this season, there are not many delicious foods on Zhuangzi. ”

"Then let's come back in autumn or winter!" Mao Tongtong didn't care. It's going to be a place to eat, and it's nice to see the scenery.

"Okay, we'll come back then." The eighth master smiled and nodded.

"Are you still dizzy now?" Mao Tongtong realized it later, and found that the eighth master was in good spirits.

"Well, it's much better." The eighth master nodded without a weak heart.

"That's good." Mao Tongtong breathed a sigh of relief, but his hand was still habitually holding the eighth master.

The eighth master smiled slightly and said, "The sun is getting bigger and bigger, let's go back to lunch, and come out in the afternoon." ”

"Good! In the afternoon, the slave maid had to bring out the painting tools. The view here is so good, it looks like a painting just by looking at it. Mao Tongtong nodded.

The two of them went back to the courtyard, and the steward had already prepared lunch in the kitchen. Needless to say, a lot of game was prepared. These are all hunted by Zhuangzi in the mountains in winter, and after pickling, they are kept for such a time.

"Hmm, what kind of meat is this, it's so fragrant!" Mao Tongtong pointed to a plate of crimson slices of meat.

The slices of meat were thinly sliced, without a trace of fat, and they had not been specially cooked, just steamed. The smell is a smell of bacon. But when you eat it, it is a little strong, and there is a fragrance that Mao Tongtong can't say.

"This is wild roe deer meat." Eight Masters said.

"The slave maid has never eaten before." Mao Tongtong said.

There are many such things in the mountains, but they are not common in the south. Needless to say, in modern times, such game meat is not easy to eat. After coming to the Qing Dynasty, Mao Tongtong has been staying in Yangzhou again, and he really hasn't eaten this thing.

"Fresh is better." The eighth master said again.

"Don't be greedy for slaves." Mao Tongtong pursed his lips and said, "This will not be able to eat fresh again, and it will be useless to say it." ”

The eighth master laughed. He just deliberately teased Mao Tongtong. Seeing that everything she eats is fragrant, the eighth master finds it interesting.

In fact, the food on this Zhuangzi must not be as exquisite as that made in the house. But this slightly crude approach has a different flavor. Mao Tongtong and Ba Ye both ate a lot of this meal.

When you have eaten enough, sleepiness will naturally come up. The two took a nap together.

The eighth master only slept for an hour and woke up. Seeing that Mao Tongtong was sleeping fragrantly, he didn't wake her up, and he got up first.

When Mao Tongtong woke up, he found that the sunset outside had come out.

"Gee, I said I'm going to paint!" Mao Tongtong hurriedly got out of bed and said.

Qingzhu and Qingmiao hurriedly came over to serve her and dress.

"Why don't you call me?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help complaining.

"Lord Belle commanded not to be called." Qingzhu Road.

Mao Tongtong found out that the eighth master was not there, "The master got up early?" ”

"Well, I only slept for an hour." Qingzhu replied.

Mao Tongtong was a little speechless. This person also said that he didn't sleep well last night, but it turned out to be better than her.

"Gege rarely wakes up early on weekdays, and it is inevitable to sleep a little more at noon." Aomiao comforted her.

"It's a pity that the sun is going down, and it's too late to go to the field to paint." Mao Tongtong said regretfully.

"Gege will draw it early tomorrow." Qingzhu smiled: "We won't go back until tomorrow afternoon." ”

"That's all it can be." Mao Tongtong nodded helplessly. A two-day holiday is still too short! It took about a day to get back and forth. The actual time to play is only one day.

By the time Mao Tongtong got dressed up, there was only a small semicircle left in the sun still hanging in the sky. The eighth master will also come back this time.

"Up?" The eighth master smiled: "You sleep so well!" ”

Mao Tongtong was a little embarrassed, smiled, and said, "Where did the master go alone?" Nor is it called a slave or a maidservant. ”

"Didn't you say you wanted to bake something to eat, just now I asked the kitchen to prepare." Eight Masters said.

"Ah, yes! The slave maid said. Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment and said, "Where is it?" The slave maid went to see. ”

"It's in the yard." The eighth master said: "The stove has been set up, and the ingredients are still being prepared." ”

With that, the two walked out. Mao Tongtong looked at the charcoal stove set up in the yard and the various ingredients on the table on the side, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This formation is very similar to modern BBQ! Could it be that the ancients already knew how to play this? It's even more rare that there are vegetables in those prepared skewers. She remembers that when she was in Yangzhou, when everyone talked about barbecue, it seemed that they only knew barbecue! Sure enough, the royal people will eat it!

"These things that you have prepared are really exquisite." Mao Tongtong praised it.

"Next, it's up to Tongtong's craftsmanship." The eighth master smiled: "For tonight's dinner, Ye Ke is counting on Tongtong's barbecue." ”

"No problem! Let's see! Mao Tongtong said very confidently.

Haven't you eaten barbecue before? There are a lot of experiences in the last life. It's not very difficult to watch other stall owners roast it. Isn't it just brushing the condiments, turning them over, and they're cooked!

Seeing that Mao Tongtong picked up a string of mutton and put it on the grill and began to roast it, the eighth master really looked forward to it.

But when he looked at it, he realized that something was wrong.

As soon as the mutton is roasted, it will be oily, and the oil dripping on the charcoal fire will easily cause flames. Mao Tongtong was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, but the meat skewers were grilled, not to mention, and he also knocked over the plate where the condiments were placed.

"Are you sure you can roast?" The eighth master looked suspicious.

Mao Tongtong had a bitter face, looked at the messy oven in front of him, and said in a muffled voice: "The slave maid used to watch my brother roast, and I thought it was not difficult." ”

The eighth master couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't have a feeling at all!

"This cowhide is blown today!" The eighth master teased.

"Slave try again!" Mao Tongtong's stubbornness also came up. She doesn't believe it, isn't it just BBQ? She can't play anymore!

The eighth master watched Mao Tongtong compete with himself with himself funny.

So in the next quarter of an hour, the eighth master watched Mao Tongtong bake two skewers of meat and a bunch of leeks, got rid of the oil brush, and knocked over the condiments again.

"Tongtong, there is a specialization in the art industry, you better give up." The eighth master can't stand it anymore. If you toss it with Mao Tongtong, don't think about eating today's dinner.

Mao Tongtong saw the eighth master's smiling appearance, and suddenly became angry, and said, "If you have the ability, come and try it!" ”