This year's weather in Hirano is very unfriendly to the Golden Week, the little cold wind "swish" is blowing more and more, Nanahara Takeshi has been lying at home without moving, Kiyomi Ruri can only honestly self-study for three days, the degree of academic improvement is gratifying - it was too bad, but you really can't ask Qihara Takeshi, a little serious study can improve the score, very fulfilling.

May 5 is the last day of the Golden Week holiday, and it is also the legal "Boy's Day" and the traditional "Dragon Boat Festival" - the Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional Chinese festival according to the Gregorian calendar, and the Boys' Day is the Dragon Boat Festival after being passed to the book after being changed by magic.

Because of the Chinese Dragon Boat Festival has the custom of hanging calamus leaves, it was said that the book was "Tang Fen" at that time, and of course it was copied, and the pronunciation of calamus in Japanese is similar to "Shangwu", and the shape of the leaves is also like a sword, and then coupled with the legend of the Chinese carp jumping the dragon gate, the Japanese samurai class will associate the Dragon Boat Festival with the growth of their own boys, and will offer sacrifices to the gods on the same day, praying that their boys will be healthy and strong, and their martial arts will be prosperous, and they can leap into a dragon in the future, shocking the world.

So on this day, it is said that the folk will make a kind of mochi cake wrapped in quercus leaves to eat-the old leaves of the quercus oak have not fallen and the new leaves are born, which has the meaning of prosperity and prosperity of the descendants, and it used to be a sacred plant dedicated to the gods and pray for the prosperity of the family.

Today, the Hirano City Hall raised a string of huge carp streamers on the top of the Hirano Radio Tower, and from a distance, seven huge carp made of silk swallowed the cold wind, as if they were rushing forward in the rapids, which really meant that they were ready to jump over the dragon gate, which was very inspiring.

After Kiyomi Liulichen finished practicing, he looked at the carp streamer for a while, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for the "orphan" of Takeshi Nanahara, and decided to treat him better today, and then go to the shower to change clothes, and go over by himself without waiting for Takeshi Nanahara to ring the bell.

At this time, Nanahara Takeshi hadn't gotten up yet, she walked into the kitchen and looked at the note posted on the refrigerator, then opened the refrigerator door to find the corresponding ingredients, and began to preprocess the ingredients, and by the way, according to the requirements of the note, she prepared the rice, and found the designated "Echizen Ancient Kiln Burning Thin Tire Clay Pot" and began to cook porridge - Nanahara Takeshi also used a red pen to draw a line underneath, indicating that the crockpot is an antique, and she should be careful and careful, and if she dares to touch it, her salary will be deducted.

Of course, Kiyomi Ruri didn't see where this broken clay pot looked like an antique, and secretly snorted, secretly scolding Nanahara Takeshi for being really insane, the more strange the tattered it is, the more I love to pull it home, and the house is full of these broken things.

More than twenty minutes later, the neuropathy Nanahara Takeya came down in a state of low spirits, and after a glance, he said listlessly: "I asked you to cut everything into the oily wheat cabbage, not for you to break it into pieces." The shrimp shells were peeled okay and the shrimp lines were gone, but the shrimp tails were not neatly cut. The carrots are also uneven in size, and the water in the porridge is slightly more......"

Kiyomi Ruri opened his mouth and wanted to talk back, but immediately changed to pouting disdainfully, for the sake of today's festival, he is not as knowledgeable as him, and Nanahara Takeshi is habitually chattering, not chattering two sentences to help the cook, how can he show his strength as a chef?

He babbled and spread his arms, and Kiyomi Ruri immediately put an apron on him. He tilted his head slightly, and Kiyomi Ruri put a chef's hat on him again. He shook his hands again, and Kiyomi Ruri immediately put sleeves on him.

Armed neatly, Qiyuan Wu finally nodded in spirit, nodded lightly and said: "But overall, it's okay, it's a little stronger than yesterday, and my eyesight is starting to have, and now it's basically enough to go to an eighth-rate small restaurant as a small boy, and I won't be scolded much, which is worthy of praise." ”

Cut, I've done a good job, do you praise me?

I don't have any numbers in my heart, and I won't be very happy even if you praise me!

Kiyomi Ruri snorted twice secretly, a little happy, but his face was silent, lest Nanahara Takeshi start to be proud again, forcing something like "I taught me well, thank me" and something like that.

After Nanahara Wu finished chattering, he took over the breakfast production work, served the marinated shrimp, blanched the miscellaneous vegetables, took out the dough that had been distributed last night, removed the plastic wrap and pulled off a piece, gently kneaded it on the board, drained the gas, and then cut it into rectangular slices, stacked two by two and set aside.

When all the preparations for breakfast were completed, and the shrimp were marinated slightly, he turned on the fire and stir-fried the shrimp with minced garlic and ginger shreds, poured in the miscellaneous vegetables and stir-fried them violently, bursting out a large ball of fire, the momentum was very amazing, and then he poured it into a crockpot and cooked it with porridge with the oil and wheat vegetables.

The fragrance came out a little, Nanahara Takeshi then heated the oil pan, fried the small fritters, and after frying and shaping, he took it to the frying pan and poured oil to fry it until it was golden and crispy, drained the oil and sandwiched it on the cutting board, and cut it into small pieces.

At this point, the shrimp and vegetable porridge and crunchy fritters are all completed, and you can eat them with some refreshing pickles.

Kiyomi Ruri helped while swallowing saliva to listen to his casual chatter, learning some cooking skills, and when the porridge was ready, Nanahara Takeshi took out a large jar from the corner of the kitchen, fished out a few tea eggs from it, put it in a bowl and immediately sealed the jar carefully, and hid it back in a corner of the kitchen.

Kiyomi Ruri also set up breakfast at this time, and Nanahara Takeshi came out to take a look and pointed out her mistake, and said dissatisfied: "I told you last time, you should use a plain roasted shallow-bottomed flat bowl for mixed porridge, so that it is easy to contrast with the colorful ingredients and stimulate appetite, why did you use a painted bowl again." The color is so bright and so miscellaneous, and the mixed porridge is mixed and miscellaneous, how to find the word 'color' in the color and fragrance - you can't have to pick a big bowl in order to eat more, as long as the quantity is not the quality! ”

"I know, I know, you have a lot of things to do all day, and next time I will use the right bowl." Kiyomi Ruri thinks that Takeshi Nanahara is really a good thing, and when it's time to eat, he's like an eight women, chattering constantly.

"You really work hard to be able to eat more, you have to have this spirit in learning, and the second grade is not a dream." Nanahara sat across from her, put the tea egg in the middle, and continued to sigh.

You bastard, I'm not like you, I'm not moving like a turtle all day long, I'm exercising so much, what's wrong with eating more?

Can eating three bowls in a small bowl be the same as eating three bowls in a large bowl?

Don't be a fool!

Kiyomi Ruri continued to complain in his heart, but he saluted, quickly said "I started", took the spoon and went to scoop the porridge, as soon as I entered it, I felt that it was fresh and fragrant and slightly salty, fresh is the umami of shrimp, the fragrance is pure rice fragrance, and the miscellaneous vegetables have been stir-fried over a fierce fire, salty and salty, and cooked very small, mixed with the rice fragrance and swallowed together, the tongue is very satisfied.

I have to say that this guy Nanahara Takeshi is a good thing when it comes to eating, and all kinds of are one after another, but the things he makes are especially satisfying to the tongue, and it is really comfortable to eat.

Kiyomi Ruri drank two mouthfuls of porridge, felt salty, warm and fragrant, and the belly was very comfortable, so he couldn't help humming twice, and immediately went to the fritters with great interest, and when he bit the outer layer was crispy, the inside was soft, the noodle fragrance was very strong, the taste was very good, and the porridge was very good, and he couldn't help humming twice.

She took a bite of small fritters, a mouthful of warm porridge, ate very fragrantly, and went to eat pickled cucumbers, thinking that this was also salty, salty, sour, and refreshing, and soon a bowl of porridge bottomed out, humming and serving another bowl by herself, and then saw Nanahara Takeshi carefully peeling tea eggs.

She can't cook, she eats very well, took the tea egg and rolled it on the small square table, easily peeled off the eggshell and stuffed it in her mouth, chewed hard and felt that the tea was so fragrant, it was also delicious, and she touched one more and rolled it, peeled off the eggshell and bit off more than half of it, and felt that eating was really the first joy in life.

Well, I had a good time eating this holiday, and there were new tricks every day, but fortunately I didn't go to Sapporo.

Nanahara Takeshi glanced at her, took a small bite of the egg, showed disdain, and squinted slightly to savor the taste.

Kiyomi Ruri noticed it, looked at him, and then looked at the little half egg in his hand, and said strangely: "Do you eat an egg so much?" ”

Qiyuan Wu said lightly: "It's really Zhu Bajie who eats ginseng fruit, and all the good things have been ruined by you." ”

Kiyomi Ruri was strange, learning from him, took a bite of the egg, tasted the taste, and hesitated: "Why do you say that, isn't this an egg?" There is a tea fragrance, have you boiled it in tea? It's a fresh and delicious way to eat, but it's still eggs, and you can buy a dozen ...... at the supermarket."

Nanahara Takeshi glanced at her helplessly: "This is not an ordinary egg, this is Jin Buchang." ”

Kiyomi Ruri's curiosity rose, and he immediately asked, "What is Jin Buchang?" ”

Nanahara Takeshi said with a look of fascination: "The so-called gold does not change, it refers to the first egg laid by the chicken. Each hen can only produce one gold in her lifetime, which is also called a newborn egg or a smart egg. Legend has it that the lecithin content of Jin Buchang is much higher than that of ordinary eggs, and in the mouth of connoisseurs, the taste is wonderful and worth savoring. ”

Kiyomi Ruri's gaze became cautious when he looked at the tea egg, does it turn out that this egg has such a background? It actually contains the essence of a little hen?

Nanahara Takeshi took another bite, drank a mouthful of porridge, ate slowly, and continued: "Just the gold is worth tasting, not to mention that this is still my carefully secret gold not exchanged." ”

"How did you make it secret?"

Qiyuan Wu had already finished eating the one just now, touched another one and ate it slowly, and said while eating: "First boil the gold to maturity until it is six mature, and then gently crack the shell, and then put it into the soup made of more than ten kinds of precious herbs such as Dendrobium officinalis, Tianshan Snow Lotus, Cordyceps, Centennial Ganoderma lucidum, and Millennium Polygonum multiflorum to soak for a day and a night, and then pour into the medicinal juice the best lip hair tips picked by the girl with her mouth and the top cloud tea picked by the monkey slave climbing the cliff, and finally use the red mud casting furnace at the bottom of the lake, the fruit wood in the deep mountains as firewood, and cook it for three days and three nights on low heat, Forcing the medicinal tea soul into it, sealing the altar for 7749 days, can produce such a superb gold that prevents people from killing people and killing Buddhas, and the cost price of a single one alone is as high as 30 ...... Ahem, 30,000 yen. ”

30,000 yen for an egg? No, 30,000 yen, a person blocks the killing of the Buddha, and the gold of the Buddha is not exchanged?

I almost ate 60,000 yen in just two seconds?

Kiyomi Ruri looked at the small half of the egg in his hand, became more and more cautious, and forgot to eat for a while, only to feel that the egg white was really white and smooth, and the egg yolk was even more gold-like light, and under a closer look, the tea pattern on the egg white seemed to be extraordinary, not only like a snake walking dragon, but also like a cloud and mist, lining the egg yolk like an elixir, faintly showing the fragrance of medicine.

She took a small bite, tasted the taste, the more she tasted, the more she felt that it was true, this gold did not contain the essence of the sun and the moon, and after eating it, she had a feeling of fluttering immortals, and she almost wanted to return by the wind.

After all, it's 30,000 yen, and you can't go up to immortal if you don't want to......

Nanahara Takeshi touched the last tea egg, peeled the shell and put it in the porridge to eat together, and Kiyomi Ruri tasted the "elixir" for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he hummed in a low voice: "Only a neurotic would cook an egg like this, right?" This is actually an ordinary egg, you think I eat it too fast, and you are afraid that I will eat your eggs too, so you are lying to me, right? ”

Nanahara Takeshi couldn't help but smile and said, "But aren't the eggs more delicious?" ”

Kiyomi Ruri snorted and didn't refute his words.

Listening to him make up stories there, what hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, thousand-year-old He Shou Wu has come out, and what are the anecdotes of the girl's lip tea and the monkey slave picking tea, and then eat the eggs in small bites, sipping little by little, the fragrance of the tea seems to be stronger, it is indeed delicious, much better than filling it into the mouth - this guy, he has to play tricks when he eats a meal, for fear that others will eat his share, it is really a brain problem.

If you rush to eat, the rice will be more fragrant, this is an eternal truth.

She couldn't afford to be deceived and couldn't get angry, so she hurriedly went to drink porridge again, and when she served porridge, she retaliated and scooped up some more shrimp and came back, leaving all the vegetable leaves for Nanahara Takeshi, and she also wanted to hear the story and how the monkey slave picked tea.

Qiyuan Wu likes to chat when he eats, so he told her about the relevant anecdotes, and at the same time he regretted that the place where he lived in seclusion was not right, otherwise he could also train the Tibetan fox to go up the mountain to pick tea, then he would not have to spend a high price to buy tea and boil eggs from China, and he could save a lot of expenses.

On holidays, both of them go to bed late and get up late, eat breakfast and wash the dishes, it's almost ten o'clock, Kiyomi Ruri listens to stories and eats, eats very satisfied, spreads out the book and continues to tutor himself, Nanahara Takeshi is too windy and doesn't want to go to the stall, so he lies on the side and reads.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and there was a "ding dong ding dong" sound, but it was intermittent, and it seemed that the person who rang the doorbell at the gate of the courtyard was very hesitant, and he let go when he pressed it.

As soon as Kiyomi Ruri's eyes lit up, he instinctively reasoned that this was a stranger. Then she herself was slightly surprised, she didn't expect her to react so quickly, and she almost cried with joy.

My intelligence has finally risen!

(End of chapter)