The people in the mountains live a hard life, the materials are not abundant, and they generally only eat two meals when the farm is not working. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the saying goes: A capable person can do anything! And Li Xiang is the kind of person who makes Old Man Xu hate his teeth.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, although they never fished for finfish again, but after a few hours of exercises, Li Xiang had already fished half a bucket, all kinds of miscellaneous fish, and then looked at the old man's bucket, the water was clear to low, and three or two white strips were swimming, so angry that he threw the fishing rod in the end and went home.

At dinner time, Li Xiang brought the fish bucket into the kitchen and began to clean it up. The majestic old man Xu who was a good teacher just now could only be reduced to a helper at this time, fetching water and washing vegetables.

Since Li Xiang came, his level is simply not enough.

Otherwise, genius is always beyond the reach of ordinary people!

In Li Xiang's eyes, there are thousands of avenues, and all of them can reach the other side. And cooking itself, in fact, is also a kind of Tao, in this pot and pan, in fact, contains the only way to refine the mind and accumulate the state of mind.

Li Xiang specially picked out the flower-fin fish and put it in an empty bucket, and the water in the bucket was brought from the reservoir. He first dealt with the trash fish, which was about three or four catties in size.

When it comes to gluttony, the kitchen god is possessed immediately, thousands of years of running-in, he and the knife are in the same mind, extremely fast hands up and down, disemboweling, going to the gills and scraping the scales, and handed it to Xu Chuanzhi to wash slightly. This process doesn't even let much blood come out of the fish, maintaining the maximum freshness of the river fish.

Not to be outdone, the old man lifted the pig-killing knife he was accustomed to, and quickly cut out a pile of turnips. After all, it is the foundation of the master of national arts, and it is also very well studied in this cold weapon, and there is a set of exquisite knife techniques implied in the knife and fall, the thickness of the tail finger of the radish strip, the square cross-section, all the sizes are generally the same, not bad at all.

Lao Xu put the radish on a plate and put it together with the cleaned trash fish, and some corn dough mixed with wheat flour was lived, so he prepared a high-quality ingredient of "trash fish potstickers", all the ingredients were native game, and it was absolutely envious of those city people.

That Li Xiang was very divinely dealing with two precious flower-fin fish.

The treatment method is special, I saw him boil a pot of boiling water, then pinched the tail of the fish and quickly soaked it up, got out of the water in a few seconds, scraped the back of the knife on the body of the fish, and then immersed it in clean water.

The following is when showing the unique skills, I saw Li Xiang use the tip of the knife to cut three knives under the gills, the upper part of the fish tail, and the backbone of the fish, and then cut off the bones on both sides.

Because the knife is too sharp, and the operation is fast, the blood vessels and nerves are closed in time, and the fish is still alive at this time, leaving only a little blood on the chopping board, and even the shaved fish meat is still slightly beating.

In this process, Li Xiang has expelled the impurities in the fish through massage and cutting, and atomized a trace of his own Xuanming decanter water into it.

Today, he is going to make a special bowl of fish fillet soup, which is of great use!

A little oil in the pot, seventy percent hot, fry two fish bones, add water to spread over the fish body, boil over high heat, the soup gradually turns thick white, and simmer over low heat.

When the heat arrives, take out and throw away the fish bones, and put in the fish fillet, which is as white as jade and crystal clear.

The most rare thing about this fin fish soup is the fried and boiled fish bones. You must know that this fish is fresh in the pot, and the internal organs are not removed, and the skin of the meat cannot be broken in the long-term production, otherwise the pot of soup will be ruined.

To be able to do this, you have to be a master. With this dish alone, he's already a master!

Xu Chuanzhi appreciates this point the most, he can barely do the cutting of fish, but if you want to cook it well, that is to control the heat. The old man has been cooking for more than ten years, but he can't do this skill of controlling the heat, and I believe that few people can do it.

Talent is such a thing, sometimes you really can't think of common sense.

As for the miscellaneous fish, it is stewed in a pot, with radishes and potstickers.

A hearty dinner is ready.

Song Shu and his wife sat down around the small round table, and the miscellaneous fish potstickers had been served, and the braised miscellaneous fish was served with fiery radish and chili, and a spicy fragrance came to the nostrils, and the smell alone made people salivate. The golden corn is neatly stacked in a bamboo basket, crispy on one side, and full of fish soup on the other, which makes you greedy when you look at it.

Old man Xu couldn't bear it anymore, picked up one and handed it to Song Shu, and the other stuffed it into his mouth, the sound of "click" rang out continuously, the fragrance was crispy, the old man squinted his eyes with satisfaction, picked up a small fish in his right hand and threw it into his mouth, the fish had already burned bone spurs crispy, the muscles were smooth and soft and delicate, and the fresh fish fragrance in the mouth filled the entire mouth.

After eating a steamed bun and a small fish in three or two bites, the old man Xu took another sip of "sweet potato burning", smacked, swallowed the wine, and exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, which is regarded as spitting out the fatigue of the day, and people who are good at wine are like this, this first sip of wine seems to carry a kind of thought, when it is spit out, it is full of refreshment, after all, after practicing for several hours, the age is there, and the years are not forgiving.

Song Shu listened to her husband's series of actions, smiled silently, and let him finish this little habit. said that it was a habit, but in fact, it was only formed after Li Xianglai.

Decades of pillow people, the old lady still understands her husband, although it doesn't matter, the old man is still the kind of person who holds the tradition in his bones, how can he not care about the family top priority of "passing on the ancestry", now that he has hope, he has also lived a strong life.

Ever since the child took over the family's meals, the level of food has skyrocketed. Although the ingredients have not changed, they are still completely self-sufficient in the green vegetables and radishes, mushrooms picked in the mountains, and fish caught in the reservoir, but even so, they are delicious.

Even Xu Chuanzhi, a big and rough man who gobbled up food and ate like he had completed a task, began to drink a little wine and slowly enjoyed it, in his words: "Such a good meal, if you don't eat it seriously, it's really bad." ”

Strange to say, it may also be a psychological effect, the body of the second elder seems to have changed a lot in the past month. Song Shu's body became a little stronger, and Xu Chuanzhi, who only had to finish eating every day and finishing a day's farm work, was like eating a stimulant, and immediately washed away his exhaustion.

The old lady took the potsticker and didn't open her mouth to eat, she had to wait for her godson, who was still busy in the kitchen. Just as the old man stretched his chopsticks to a small fish, Li Xiang brought the next dish on a tray.

Song Shu had a keen hearing and said with a smile: "Li Xiang, come over quickly and sit next to your aunt." A kind smile on his face.

"Good. Li Xiang, who was wearing an apron, happily agreed, and placed the three large coarse porcelain bowls in front of the three people.

This is the fish soup that Xu Chuanzhi has been thinking about for a day since he caught the flower fin fish, and it is also the finale of Li Xiang today.

The soup is as milky as white, thick as jade, smooth and tender, without a trace of impurities. The fish soup still looks hot and misty, and the fish slices tumble in the soup like ribbons, the slices are crystal clear and as thin as cicada wings.

But today's soup is special, the three bowls of soup are obviously different, the old lady's bowl is only half, as thick as yogurt, fragrant, Li Xiang patted the table, Song Shu's right hand accurately pinched the spoon, picked up half a spoon, blew it gently, drank it in one gulp, it looked hot, in fact, it was not hot at all, it was just the right temperature to drink, the fish soup turned around in her mouth, the fragrance was full, the smooth fish meat surrounded the tongue, and the teeth were crisp and elastic, so she was satisfied to swallow it.

In just one bite, the old lady felt like an initiation, her whole body was transparent and full of joy. Putting down the spoon, he slowly touched Li Xiang, and praised happily: "Good boy, this fish soup is transparent and comfortable, it's amazing, good boy, good boy......." "Don't praise the mouth.

Li Xiang smiled when he saw the old lady, and smiled happily: "Auntie, take advantage of this temperature, hurry up and drink." ”

The old lady agreed, bowed her head and drank the soup.

As for the other two bowls of soup, they are full, and their consistency is much thinner, mainly because there is no fish, which means that these two bowls of soup do not contain Xuanming water, but the taste is also extremely beautiful.

Li Xiang greeted Xu Chuanzhi and said, "Uncle, let's drink quickly." ”

The old man obviously didn't drink soup for the first time, although today's comparison was different, but it was obviously for the good of his wife, so he kept quiet. He didn't use a soup spoon, but he was still very gentle, picked up the bowl, and savored it in small sips.

Like he said, it's a waste to gobble up such a delicious thing.

Li Xiang stared at Song Shu and drank a bowl of fish soup for almost a minute, and asked, "Auntie, how do you feel about today's fish soup?"

Song Shu nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's delicious, kid, I'm sorry for you?"

Of course, this is not what I want to ask, and I asked, "Then what do you feel strange about your eyes now?"

She wondered, "No, or... Ah, no..."

Xu Chuanzhi, who devoured potstickers, was startled: "What's wrong?"

I saw Song Shu's closed eyelids blink a few times, and said, "Well, I feel that my eyes are a little hot, but it's so comfortable!"

Hearing this, Li Xiang nodded, and only then did he explain the purpose of making this bowl of fish soup today: "It's hot, Auntie, I have the confidence to cure your eyes!"

"What!" Song Shu's chopsticks fell to the ground!

"What!" Xu Chuanzhi's potstickers also fell to the ground!

Then there was a unanimous voice: "Can the eye be cured?"

Li Xiang nodded and said softly: "Yes, but it needs to be in the early morning of tomorrow, after the spiritual power in the fish soup is absorbed and transported." ”

Xu Chuanzhi jumped up instantly, grabbed Li Xiang's hand, choked up in his tone, and asked, "This... Is this true?"

He didn't complain that he was excited, for decades, his lover's eyes have been a thorn in his heart, whenever he saw Song Shu groping forward with a bamboo stick, he regretted it, it was his own incompetence, which caused his lover to suffer for so many years.

Now that he heard that there was hope for regaining his sight, he was a little incoherent.

For Song Shu, she is just as excited, dreaming back at midnight, how many times she misses the green trees and red flowers in the past!

With such important news, dinner ended quickly, and the old couple tossed and turned almost all night, and finally came to the east to light up the fish belly white.

There were still bright stars in the sky, and Li Xiang and Song Shu were sitting cross-legged on the bed. Outside the house, Xu Chuanzhi sat on the ground uneasily, but he was very worried about the inside, and he didn't dare to make any sound.

With the help of Xuanming Dehydrate, Li Xiang is confident that he can help Song Shu regain his eyesight and see the world again.

But the process is extremely dangerous.

The two closed their eyes and clasped their hands together.

Under the powerful perception of his spiritual power, Li Xiang used Zhou Tianxing's power to disperse the Xuanming water mist precipitated in Song Shu's stomach through Song Shu's body, and dispersed it into wisps like needle-tip wheat mangs, which stretched endlessly, and transmitted to his mother's eye nerves through the blood veins.

As we all know, in addition to the cranial nerves, the optic nerve network is the most dense place in the body, and if you are not careful, it will hurt the root, and then it is really useless.

With Li's strong control over Xuanming Decanter, he is also cautious and cautious, lest he regret it for life.

Song Shu relieved her children to do things to herself, and she had absolute trust in Li Xiang. What's more, her idea is that she has been blind for so many years anyway, how bad can it be?

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the old lady only felt a slight tingling. Fortunately, Song Shu was just blind from crying due to injury, blocking blood vessels and nerves, and the whole system was intact. This saves a lot of time and effort, and the amount of Xuanming decay water can be controlled. However, he still can't be careless, and Li Xiang concentrates.

For ordinary people, Xuanming Decanter Water is really somewhere between poison and immortal medicine.

Three hours had passed, and the sun had risen. But Xu Chuanzhi was like a year, he was restless, and he didn't dare to make too many moves, which was very tormented.

The two Li Xiang, who were sitting opposite each other, did not have this concept, and in the meditation, Li Xiang continued to repair the wounds on his eyes.

Suddenly, Li Xiangmu took a deep breath with joy and whispered to Song Shu, "Auntie, you can try to break open your eyes." ”

At this time, Song Shu was a little nervous, because when Li Xiang was letting go, her eyes had a sense of light. The eyelids were struggling rapidly, constantly shaking, and the eyeballs seemed to be spinning, and slowly, Song Shu opened her eyes.

In front of him, a familiar and strange world, a familiar and strange boy. Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, nose like gall, the whole is handsome and chic, just full of silver hair, tied into a ponytail.

At this time, the boy's eyes were blazing and his expression was concerned......

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Chapter 24 (End)