The fire on the ground was only emitting some white smoke, and the flames were long gone.

The sun had risen above everyone's heads.

When Mr. Wei woke up, he found the scholar and the autumn equinox standing by a carriage, one of them talking something constantly, and the other nodding in agreement.

A yellow Puma with a large head and hooves the size of a bowl was standing in front of the carriage, flicking its tail behind him in boredom, snorting from time to time.

"Let's beat it up. ”

Mr. Wei, who had just rubbed his eyes and was about to turn over to wash, heard a rough man's voice with a thick accent in his ears like thunder on the ground.

"Aren't you?" Mr. Wei asked, looking at the little old man in front of him, who was of medium height, wearing a fur suit and a cigarette pouch and a horsewhip pinned to his waist.

The little old man smiled and nodded, holding a black cloth bag and a small crucible in his hand, squatted down, found a flat ground and placed the things in his hand, and then took out a knife from nowhere, and replied while opening the black cloth bag.

"I've been drip handlebar for many years, and I'm here with your guy in the morning, and I'm called King Firefly. Tell the old king to play well. ”

Nodding, it was regarded as acknowledging and greeting, Mr. Wei turned over, walked to Han Qiufen's side, took the bamboo and coarse salt with a ponytail in his hand, and walked to the side to wash.

Han Qiufen climbed into the carriage and carefully packed his bags and baggage, and tied the ropes tightly.

The scholar who had nothing to do on the side, looked at the autumn equinox that was busy, touched his nose, and walked towards the new groom who was busy over there, and Wang Huofen walked over.

The inside of the black cloth bag is oily, and the crystal clear Changshu rice is finely and densely filled with a small grain.

The scholar put his hands on his knees, and looked at Wang Huo's movements closely, only to see that he inserted a knife into the rice and flicked it around a few times, revealing a piece of flesh that was as bright as amber in color, crystal clear in the sun, and distinct layers.

"A good drop of black pork meat, the skin should be tight, seven points fat and three points thin, and there must be five layers of pinching. Wang Huofan saw that the scholar's head stretched out closer, and he couldn't help but proudly leak out a mouthful of yellow teeth with cigarette stains, stretched out five fingers and shook them.

"Don't wash with water, smear with fine salt, but you can't have a salty taste. After making a salt-sprinkling motion, Wang Huofan cut a small piece the size of a palm from the whole piece of pipa meat with a knife, picked it up with the tip of the knife, and put it on the lid of the small crucible.

"You have to press it with a bluestone slab, put a big stone on it, and pinch it for a few months, please help me bring some water." Wang Huofan looked at the piece of meat in his hand carefully, and the knife quickly and evenly cut the piece of bacon into the thickness of three leaves stacked on top of each other.

Last night, after the autumn equinox, the water was brought by the scholars, and the king fireworm poured the rice into the crucible, added water, and stuffed some weeds into the fire that was still warm, and filled it with some small pieces of firewood.

Ordinary people cook to wash rice, but since it is in this wilderness, no one will be so particular.

As soon as the faint glow of fire came out, the cauldron was put up...... Rice syrup-colored foam was constantly tumbling on the edge of the pot.

The rice used to store the bacon had already been stained with the fragrance of the grease, and as the flames licked the crucible, the aroma of the rice mixed with the bacon fat dispersed along with the steam gushing out of the water.

After washing, Mr. Wei handed the things to the autumn equinox, and smelled the unique fragrance of the people's cooking smoke in the air from a long distance.

Chongming bird just ate the horse, but did not damage the belongings brought out by several people from Guobei County, the carriage was also damaged by the strong wind when the big bird left, and most of the dishes and chopsticks are still well preserved.

took four bowls, four pairs of chopsticks and chopsticks, and followed Mr. Wei at the autumn equinox, and surrounded the source of the fragrance, the small crucible, together with the scholars.

There was still a small amount of water splashing and rolling, but the originally crystal clear rice grains were basically full of water at this time, and they became white and tender and fell together.

Mr. Wen Wei took a pair of chopsticks, and Wang Huoke carefully covered the pot with the freshly cut bacon slices, stacked them on the pot of white rice, and then covered the pot.

Twittering......

Beep......

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the foliage and formed spots of light on the leafy ground, and several people lay down under the trees to rest, surrounded by several bird calls and insect chirping.

On a hot summer afternoon, this wipe is really lethargic and lazy.

"Great!"

Wang Huozi, who was smacking and smoking the cigarette pouch in his hand, suddenly knocked the cigarette gun in his hand, then turned over and hurriedly walked towards the small crucible, and beckoned to a few people next to him.

The lid is lifted...

No one could see what was in the pot, and a rush of water vapor erupted in an instant.

The smell of rice, bacon, and fireworks instantly made several people enjoy their expressions.

Returning to the carriage and taking the spoon, the rice that seemed to be fused with the grease was spread into the bowl of four Qingxi porcelain flowers.

Clamping a piece of bacon, the piece of meat hung on the chopsticks, constantly trembling and swinging.

Press a piece of bacon and spread it flat on the rice, and press the chopsticks towards both sides of the meat slices, and the meat wraps around the rice, and the rice sticks to the meat and is sent into the mouth.

The environment can determine the mood of the diners, in this place where there are woods and no people, although the picnic of a few people is simple, but it makes the mood of the four feel happy and appetite.

Pump!

At some point, a squatting fat pigeon appeared at the top of the canopy.

It is said that it is squatting because the belly is too fat and covers the legs.

Drops of saliva flowed from the red beak.

"Ah...... Can't stand ......"