Mo Jingchun decided to go to Liu's house tomorrow to ask them if they had been in the town to sell eggs recently, and if they went, let them bring themselves.

She scooped up a handful of rice first, washed it and boiled it in a pot.

Then I went around the field and took a few potatoes and a handful of shallots, and when I came back, I washed off the soil on the surface of the artichoke, scraped the skin, cut the lumps, and fried them in the pot until the color turned slightly yellow.

Then scoop up the half-cooked rice, spread the freshly fried artichoke, add water and continue to put it back in the pot to simmer.

Then Mo Jingchun has been sitting in the kitchen guarding the stove, first the big fire and then the small fire, afraid that the artichoke will burn and the rice will be too soft.

She remembered that there should still be pickles pickled by Gao's last month in the corner of the kitchen, and Zhou shouldn't be able to look at it, so she went to look for it and found that it was not sealed by her.

Use clean chopsticks to pick out some sour radish and capers, then cover them again and put them back in place.

For rural people, a meal of potato rice with pickles is a simple appetizer, and no other ingredients can soothe the fatigue of a long day's work.

Sprinkle chopped green onions before cooking, mix the whole pot well and serve in a porcelain bowl.

There is a circle of golden pots on the side of the pot, and the mellow aroma of artichoke and the burnt aroma of the pot are overflowing, as well as the most simple satisfaction of rice.

Served in a green and white bowl, Mo Jingchun couldn't help but steal a small bowl first.

She hadn't eaten since last night, and she was hungry when she smelled the scent.

With pickles, she stood in the kitchen and ate all the remaining potato rice in the pot, and she set off with her own small basket again.

I don't know if Bo Qingshan will dislike this bowl is too simple, mainly because everyone in the countryside eats about the same, and he can't get any delicacies from the mountains and seas he wants.

Knocking on the door of the Bo family with apprehension, Bo Qingshan only brought a small servant and a coachman when he came, and the two of them were very fast, and they had already hung up the plaque of Bo's house.

The one who opened the door was Bo Qingshan's little guy, Mo Jingchun knew him, he was a handsome young man named Hang Sheng, with a round face and a good temper.

Mo Jingchun lifted the dust-proof linen cloth on the shoulder basket and took out one of the bowls: "That... Brother Bo asked me to bring him food yesterday. ”

Hang Sheng worked hard to make the golden silk black-bone chicken last night, but he didn't eat a bite, he was always sad, but he didn't expect the coachman to refuse to eat it, and then he ate the pot of chicken with tears in his eyes.

Bo Qingshan would make an excuse that he was going out for a walk, Hang Sheng already knew that he was going to find food, he wanted to see who could make food that his picky master was satisfied with!

I didn't expect it, I was really found by him, and I was still an underage girl, this...

Hang Sheng took the bowl suspiciously, and said casually: "Okay, I know, you can go back." ”

Mo Jingchun saw that he had no intention of paying for it, and he didn't see Bo Qingshan for a while, so he had to reluctantly leave first.

After she left, Hang Sheng muttered in his mouth, very suspicious: "What is this?" Artichoke with rice? And pickled radish?? When did you change your taste? ”

He really wanted to taste what it tasted like, but unfortunately there was only such a bowl, thinking of Bo Qingshan's temper, hey!

Delivered to the study, Bo Qingshan was writing a letter to the Bo family.

Hang Sheng asked, "Master, what about you writing a letter to your uncle?" ”

When I first came to Mojia Village, I just settled down yesterday, so I naturally want to repair a letter to report my safety to my family today.

Bo Qingshan hummed: "From now on, except for those who can be trusted, others are not allowed to know where the master is." ”

When he had a cold face, his body exuded an aura that no one would approach, and he never said the reason for things, and Hang Sheng only had to do it.

Bo Qingshan wrote a few more names on the paper. They are all relatives on the Bo family's side, and he and his eldest brother's cousins asked Hang Sheng to secretly arrange a few people to be by their side.

"Be clean, and don't let them find their heads."

It means that you can't use the group of people who have already shown up, and you have to re-select and train.

Hang Sheng's face was embarrassed: "Master, then who will take care of you when I leave?" ”

The master came out but only brought him alone, do you expect Uncle Wu to arrange the master's living?

Bo Qingshan showed a disgusted expression: "Ye is not a three-year-old child, when will he be taken care of?" ”

Yes, yes, you can't even wash a pair of socks, wear a pair and throw a pair, and when he Hangsheng comes back from Jingzhou, the pond in the backyard is probably full of smelly socks!

Hang Sheng's impression of his second master is still that pampered Bo Erlang, but under the current Bo Qingshan's body is Brother Bo, who has lived in Mojia Village for eight years and can do anything by himself.

Although he was slandered in his heart, he still had to leave room for Bo Qingshan on his face.

Hang Sheng scratched his head and smiled: "Yes, yes, yes!" ”

He had just come to Mojia Village and was about to leave for Jingzhou, and because he was secretly traveling, he could only travel at night, so Hang Sheng received a wrench from Bo Qingshan's reward.

"By the way, this meal... Have you given money? ”

Bo Qingshan then set his eyes on the bowl of potato rice, he was busy forgetting at noon today, Hang Sheng didn't know, he wouldn't be beaten up as someone with ulterior motives, right?

Hang Sheng was really stunned: "What money?" ”

Bo Qingshan was silent.

That bun won't say it when he's angry, I'm afraid that he has already regarded him as a person who doesn't talk in his heart.

He glanced at Hang Sheng wordlessly, and Hang Sheng read the complexity in his eyes.

He grinned, wanting to say something less embarrassing, and said, "You want to give money?" I thought it was the little girl's family who knew it, so what... Honors you. ”

Bo Qingshan spit out two words: "Get out." ”

Hang Sheng hurriedly rolled out.

Bo Qingshan thought about whether she would come when she had dinner, so if she came, she would give it together, and if she didn't, she would go back to her and make up for her.

I owe people a life in my last life, and I owe people food money in this life, Bo Qingshan, Bo Qingshan, you are still the Bo family Erlang who is famous in Jingzhou City, and you are causing trouble for the little girl?

He felt that Mo Jingchun's death in his previous life was all because he made a rash move, and if he was more secretive, maybe the ending would be different.

He picked up the bowl with a smile and ate it with the pickles, and there was nothing uncomfortable with it.

In his last life, he hid in Mojia Village for so long, in order not to be seen by others, he didn't eat anything? Some of the simple food in the mountains has a unique flavor.

In the evening, he went out for a walk, and sure enough, he met Mo Jingchun on the way she had to deliver food.

Mo Jingchun carried the food basket and was stunned: "Brother Bo? ”

Is this out to wait for her?

Mo Jingchun blinked his eyes and took out an oiled paper bag for him.

“... I don't have enough things at home, so I'll go to town tomorrow to buy them. ”

Seeing his eyes asking why he ate pancakes again, Mo Jingchun explained softly.

"It's okay, it's good, it's much better than what Hang Sheng made."

Bo Qingshan smiled and comforted her: "However, you have to eat some good food yourself, and eat these things that don't grow big every day." ”

Mo Jingchun is helpless, is she not wanting to?

I saw the other party winking at her again: "Next time, let Hang Sheng send you a few chickens, ducks and geese, he bought ten of them each today, how can we eat them?" ”

"Just as... It was for him to make amends at noon. ”

He found an excuse to let Mo Jingchun accept it with peace of mind.