Even though the wooden pot lid was covered, the aroma of wine and spices continued to come out during the stew. The wine was sweet and the spices were mellow, making Song Que and Mu Wushuang salivate when they smelled it. However, they are all stable people, and they are not eager to eat something now. The water needs to be boiled like this for more than two hundred times before the next step can be carried out.
But Song raised a topic: "I think your sister seems to be seriously ill, but has she seen a doctor?"
Mu Wushuang stared at the boiling wine, but his thoughts were not sure where to go. After a while, he said: "The disease caused by the womb cannot be cured, it can only be treated."
For their current situation, this is like a death sentence. Mu Wushuang has a way out, which is to go to the border, but Sister Anhui cannot bear the bumpy situation. If Sister Anhui is left alone in the capital, it will be a dead end. It seems that no matter what path she takes, this rich young lady who has been pampered since childhood can only die in peace.
Mu Wushuang was unwilling to give in, so he would rather hide in the deep mountains and old forests and be an unknown hunter, tiredly supporting his two younger sisters with no chance of success, rather than lose another relative. But without those warm and tonic medicinal ingredients, Sister Wan's body was getting worse day by day. Mu Wushuang often heard her getting up at night and coughing quietly in the courtyard, covering her mouth. She didn't want them to know that her health was deteriorating, so Mu Wushuang could only clench his fists and grit his teeth, pretending not to know.
Seeing that his eyes were almost bleeding, Song Que sighed softly in his heart, opened the lid of the pot and reminded: "It's time to pour the autumn oil."
Autumn oil, also known as soy sauce, can both season and color braised pork. It is one of the indispensable seasonings when stewing pork.
Mu Wushuang's face showed some embarrassment. They didn't even have Qiuyou here. Because they only learned some elegant items, all they could do was brew some wine for personal use. This wine could not be exchanged with others. They bought some seasonings such as autumn oil at first, but then they The more I eat, the less I eat.
Song Que took out a large jar of soy sauce from his bag and took a step forward. He didn't know how much to add, and Mu Wushuang, a person who rarely used autumn oil, naturally didn't know either. The two of them thought about it and drank a large glass of soy sauce. The large glass of soy sauce was dark and scary, but when poured into the large pot of wine, it melted away instantly. The two of them thought that it would be enough to stop it first, and if it was not salty enough later, they would add more.
Song Que took out another large jar of sugar. Mu Wushuang felt that his baggage was somewhat magical. It was stable and easy to carry when he was carrying it. He did not expect that there were so many bottles and cans inside.
"How much sugar?"
Mu Wushuang hesitated again.
Seeing that he didn't know it, Song Que began to believe in his bets again. Seeing Song Que bet one or two, Mu Wushuang couldn't help but stop him: "Don't let it go yet, right?"
Neither of them are good at cooking. After messing around with the ingredients, they were both a little worried at the moment. They looked at the gurgling pot and wondered what the stew would taste like. The huge pig head inside looks a bit like a dead man. Song Que recited Amitabha and covered the pig's head with the lid of the pot.
Mu Wushuang looked amused and said, "Brother Song is a Shaolin disciple?"
Song Que smiled and said: "Then I break too many of the commandments, and I can make the abbot angry to death."
Mu Wushuang burned the firewood, making sure that the fire in the stove was strong enough. When the dry firewood burned, there was a faint smell of wood, which made people feel a little warm in this somewhat cool season.
When the pig's head in the pot was cooked, Mu Wushuang took a chopstick and dipped some wine juice into the tip of his tongue, wanting to test the saltiness. As soon as the chopstick touched the tip of his tongue, his eyes lit up.
Seeing him like that, Song knew that the sauce for stewing the pig's head was not as bad as they thought. Song asked: "Do you need any more condiments?"
Mu Wushuang waved his hand, and Song Que took a few ladles of boiling water and poured it into the pot one by one until the water could cover the pig's head. Song Que took a clean iron block and put it on top of the floating pig's head. The pig's head sank steadily into the water and was completely submerged.
Mu Wushuang added a few handfuls of firewood and brought it to a boil over high heat. As bubbles popped up and burst, the whole cooked pig head was simmered in the mellow juice, and the water in the juice also evaporated little by little. . Seeing how hard it was to cook a stick of incense, Mu Wushuang fiddled with the firewood, lowered the fire, and simmered it slowly. The next step was to make a fire and collect the juice, which was not very technical. Mu Wushuang called out "Jiu'er" and Jiu'er ran over. The little girl knew what was going on at the first sight and came to take over from Mu Wushuang's seat in front of the stove. Down.
The pig's head in the pot was stewed thoroughly, and the mellow flavor of the sauce continued to spread out as the water vapor evaporated. Jiu'er couldn't help but stand up and take a look into the pot. The big pig head that had scared her several times before was now dyed the color of braised pork, and was stewed in the increasingly rich sauce. She was not afraid at all, and even swallowed her saliva greedily.
When the incident happened, Jiu'er was still young. When her life suddenly became poor, she was the one who made the most noise, but she was also the one who got used to it the fastest. The influence of wealth in her early years was almost invisible on her body. It seemed that She is just a country girl with a little education, but fortunately her siblings are innocent and natural, which is not a bad thing.
Mu Wushuang smiled and touched his sister's rough hair, then turned to Song Que and said, "Brother Song, this will take a while to cook. Should we go out and have a few tricks?"
Song, however, had no objection.
The system secretly murmured: "You are now an immortal, and you bully other boys' hard-earned kung fu. Is it a shame or not?"
Song Que said: "I have also practiced a lot of things, but I have to practice it again every time. Are you feeling guilty or not?"
The system shuts up.
Mu Wushuang took a knife to fight Song Que, but found that Song Que had no weapon, so he put the knife in the corner again, and the two started fighting with bare hands.
Mu Wushuang's fists and kicks were obviously honed in a serious way. They were open and closed in a serious and orthodox way, with no secretive tricks at all.
Song Que responded while observing his moves and habits. After a while, he suddenly stepped back three meters and distanced himself from Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang was in the middle of the fight, but when he saw Song Que being so confused, he heard Song Que say: "Since you are using a gun, bring the gun, and I will fight you with the knife."
Mu Wushuang's expression changed. Everyone in the world knew about the Mu family's guns. What did Song Que mean by this? During this day, he had doubted Song Que many times and was relieved many times. At this juncture, many thoughts were flying in his mind, and finally Mu Wushuang pursed his lips and entered the room.
It was something he had hidden for a long time, and he never dared to take it out, or even look at it. He was afraid that once he took one look at it, he would be unable to stop his desire for revenge, and this fire would burn all three of them. Don't stop until it's completely burned.
Mu Wushuang didn't know why, but he actually dug out this thing tonight. The seventh girl on the side heard the sound of him rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and came over to take a look. She coughed three times with one step, but she held back forcefully.
Mu Wushuang took out the heirloom gun and kowtowed three times on the spot. The seventh girl was holding on to the wall behind her back, listening to her brother banging his head. She swallowed back what she originally wanted to ask, and left slowly, not letting her brother know that she had been here.
When Mu Wushuang walked outside the house with a long gun, Song had already picked up the knife he had thrown aside and was waiting for him there.
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Song Que glanced at the spear in Mu Wu's hands and praised: "What a spear! Come on!"
Mu Wushuang was not polite to him. As soon as he took the gun in his hand, his whole aura changed. Pictures from the past kept flashing through his mind, and then they were torn apart by blood.
He shouted loudly, exerted force on his toes, and drew closer with the gun. This shot came roaring, as if tearing the wind apart, its momentum was extraordinary. Song Qing didn't hide very seriously. He was still hiding in the same way that he was too lazy to take a step back, in order not to waste any energy. Unexpectedly, the energy generated by this gun was so wide and sharp that one of Song Que's hairs was cut off.
Song Que's current body looks like a mortal but not like a mortal. Even if he is said to be a god, he is not entirely a god. He does not have the so-called invulnerability, but he has magical recovery ability, so once the hair is broken, it slowly grows back.
Song could clearly feel the changes in every part of his body, so he felt the process of rebirth almost immediately. This made him a little scared. Fortunately, a strand of hair was broken. No matter how careful Mu Wushuang was, he would not notice what happened at that moment. If a strand was broken, he would have to lose his vest on the spot. He would never do anything like arbitrarily tampering with other people's memories for his own selfish gain, not even in this life.
With this, Song Que cheered up to deal with Mu Wushuang. If a person who is about to become an immortal seriously deals with a mortal warrior, you can know the result just thinking about it.
But Song not only attacked Mu Wushuang with force, but also said that he was not merciful: "They say that every inch is stronger, and it is rare to see someone with a gun and someone with a knife fight like this."
Mu Wushuang was humiliated and shouted again, using this to stimulate the energy and blood in his body and circulate it in his body for a week. For a moment, he felt that all the meridians in his body were opened, and the true energy circulated continuously in his body, gradually forming a self-circulation. . Mu Wushuang felt that his whole body was full of energy, and both the speed and intensity of his moves had been qualitatively improved.
However, it was useless. Mu Wushuang, whose skill had soared in a short period of time, still failed to defeat Song Que. His spear is fast, but Song Que's knife is faster. His spear is fierce, but Song Que's knife is even stronger.
It's not a good feeling to be beaten by an opponent even though you've improved. For many arrogant people, it's an almost devastating blow, but not for Mu Wushuang.
His pride was shattered long ago when he was forced by his elders to give up his family and flee. He lived almost in an ignoble way for three years. Although he never forgot revenge, all he could do was to remain anonymous and live as a village man in the mountains. He had endured this feeling of frustration and uselessness for three whole years.
After being stunned for a moment, Mu Wushuang regained his composure and repeated the thrusting, picking, and closing movements that he had practiced countless times.
Song suddenly accelerated his offensive and reminded Mu Wushuang of the time to retract and launch his attacks. It is true that Mu Wushuang has practiced this set of kung fu since he was a child, but the first ten years were for laying the foundation, and then he started practicing the moves. Rather than teaching him directly, his father and grandfather hoped that he could master it by himself, and then Unfortunately, the two of them could give him pointers. Unexpectedly, they never had time to correct this prestigious Mu family gun.
Song Dynasty did not know how to shoot, but at this stage, he had sharp ears and eyes, and his mind could understand everything. The Mu family's spear was a skill honed on the battlefield, and its moves were exquisite, but Song only had to teach Mu Wushuang the timing to avoid using old moves and clumsy offensive moves.
After the fight between the two of them was over, Song was standing in place with dry clothes. Mu Wushuang was already lying on the ground. He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, but he laughed out loud.
The author has something to say: I have been secretly saving some manuscripts recently. I will work hard for five days at the beginning of next month to see if I can participate in the Daily Wan. Then Brother Song's article will be finished at the end of August or early September, so I will give you an advance notice. The heroine and Brother Song is a relatively opposite character. If you like it, you can save it. If you don’t like it, I’ll see you again without CP if you have the chance =3=
"Encountering the Demon"
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When the sun and moon change, humans and demons meet.
For as long as she can remember, Wen Xin has been having a dream, in which she bows to a man and is completely obedient. The man was indifferent, even cold-eyed, and then she died in various ways.
Until one day, Wen Xin was suddenly able to control her body in her dream. She chose to raise the knife, and everything changed.
The story is composed of dreams, mainly derived from the dreams of my friends and I, and has been authorized.
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The female protagonist is violent and crazy.
This article has a love line and a male protagonist, but the proportion is extremely limited. The love line serves the main line and the plot is the main focus. The male protagonist is stupid and the female protagonist is crazy. There is no guarantee that the emotional lines will be harmonious, and the female protagonist may stab the male protagonist to death if she goes crazy.
There is also a female supporting character, Zhenbai Lotus, who is the heroine’s sweetheart.
Just in case, here's an explanation. If someone asks why the heroine and the supporting actress are so tangerine, why not just write about Lily, there are several reasons:
1. I really want to write about the tangerine friendship between straight women.
2. Not all love is great and deep. I want to write about the superficial love between a man and a woman.
3. There are many complex and deep feelings that do not necessarily turn into love, but exist as pure feelings. I also want to write about them.