Mrs. Zhou was the only one left at home. No wonder in this cold weather, she had to go out and pull wild vegetables just to have a bite to eat.
Thanks to the little immortal energy that Song Que had transferred easily, Mrs. Zhou was now in high spirits and full of energy. She packed up the wild vegetables as soon as she got home. The leaves of this wild vegetable are small and dense, and the rhizome is also thin. The whole plant looks dull and has no momentum at all.
Song Qing put down the baggage on his back and walked over to help the old lady wash the vegetables and remove the roots.
Mrs. Zhou looked at him with a smile, as if looking at her own nephew, and said: "Where did this little young man come from? He looks really energetic."
Song Que smiled sheepishly and used the prepared argument: "Auntie, my name is Song Que. I come from the south. I originally learned cooking from others and worked as an apprentice for them. Before I had a solid foundation in basic skills, the master After his death, the master's family sold the restaurant and stopped doing business. I was also kicked out by the master's family. All I have is bottles and cans. Now I plan to look around and learn more dishes. Yes. Auntie, feel free to use whatever you need to make wild vegetables later, just think of it as thank you for the meal. Maybe I can learn to cook wild vegetables."
When Song Que said this, he went to open the baggage and exposed all the condiments inside. In addition to some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, Song Que also collected some tea leaves, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili peppers. There were even vegetables and fruits that others had pickled for him, sun-dried shrimps, and some portable dry goods.
Mrs. Zhou was really shocked by his rich collection of goods.
Even though Mrs. Zhou is living in poverty now, there were times when life was prosperous and she had seen many things even if she had never used them. Not to mention the ingredients that can be used to make dishes, a bottle of sesame oil over there is worth a lot of money. Presumably, it was this young man's family who ignored the cooking, so they spared no effort and left all these things to him.
Song Que's experience sounded very unlucky, but when he saw that there was no trace of bitterness or resentment on his face, instead he was cheerful and generous, Mrs. Zhou's words of rejection rolled around on the tip of her tongue and then she swallowed them. She responded readily and then said: "Little young man, some of these things of yours are quite valuable. Are you sure you want me to use them? If you really want me to use them, I won't refuse, but you have to think carefully and don't eat them." After this meal, there is no next meal.”
Song Que smiled cheerfully: "Auntie, don't worry, I've thought about it clearly. These things are heavy to carry, so naturally you need to use them a little bit. If they are used up one day, I will do hard work to replenish them. Wait for me Eat food from hundreds of families, learn the cuisine of hundreds of families, and then find a place to work as a cook with peace of mind."
When Old Mrs. Zhou heard about his unremarkable ambition, she didn't discourage him. Instead, she laughed happily, pointed at the washed wild vegetables and said, "Then you have to learn to recognize the ingredients. They grow in the wild, but they also have names. It’s called shepherd’s purse, and with these seasonings like yours, we’ll make a mixed shepherd’s purse later to make sure your mouth is full of flavor.”
Song Que smiled and said, "Then I'll be waiting for your dish."
Song Que asked Mrs. Zhou for directions and went to the nearest place to get water. After thinking about it on the way, he teleported to the city and bought two steamed buns. He made the buns colder, then wrapped them in cloth and put them on his chest. Pocketed in his clothes. He originally wanted to make the steamed buns harder, more like dry food prepared in advance, but thinking about the old lady's teeth, he decided not to do so. Anyway, Song Ke is acting very casually now, making many mistakes and omissions. There are little tails everywhere, including this one.
Song Que bought the steamed buns, carried the water back, and filled the old lady's water tank. When he looked carefully, he saw that there was not much firewood left. Mrs. Zhou first lit the fire and put the water in the pot, but Song ran to the mountains and brought her a pile of firewood. Mrs. Zhou was really taken aback, but Song moved quickly and worked with great energy, and it was still some strenuous work. She quickly said: "Xiao Song, stop doing it. If you keep doing it, you won't be able to fill your stomach with even a pot of wild vegetables."
Song Que smiled and replied: "Auntie, don't worry, I'm not born hungry."
When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she thought that he was coaxed by the master and his family into doing the work, so she said that he was hungry. Mrs. Zhou cursed this non-existent family in her heart, and said to Song Que: "You idiot, that's what I said because someone tricked you into working. Come here, don't do it." This shepherd's purse mixture looks simple, and there are tricks. Don't you want to learn how to cook it? Come here and watch me do it."
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Song Qing paused and went on his way. The snail girl could wait until she finished eating.
Mrs. Zhou boiled the water until it was half boiling, then put the washed shepherd's purse down to blanch it. When the water boiled until it bubbled and began to gurgling, she took a large mesh-like colander and scooped up the pot of shepherd's purse. , after fishing it out twice, it was all clean, not a single fish was left. Mrs. Zhou said proudly: "Did you see the timing of my harvesting? If you harvest it too early, the cooked shepherd's purse will be old and lose its freshness. If you harvest it too early, the shepherd's purse will not be cooked properly. Jerky.”
After hearing this, Song couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that my aunt is quite particular about cooking."
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhou laughed at first, then she didn't know what she thought of, and felt a little sad. Finally she just sighed: "I can't call him fastidious, but my son has a very tricky tongue. I was not very fastidious in my craftsmanship, but he finally forced me to do so." It’s become very particular.”
Song Que didn't know what to say for a moment. Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou didn't wait for him to answer. After sighing to herself, she took out the dishes and put the colander on top.
Mrs. Zhou's bowl was white with no patterns at all, and it usually looked shabby. She put the blanched shepherd's purse on top, and it was green and fresh, which whetted her appetite.
Mrs. Zhou let the shepherd's purse dry for a while and watched the water drain away. Then she washed her hands, grabbed the shepherd's purse, put it on the chopping board, and chopped it into fine pieces with a knife. Old lady Zhou looks thin, but she is still very strong when she is not hungry. Such a big kitchen knife can chop pig bones, but a thin woman like her can make her move very fast. Song is standing aside. It was jaw-dropping to see.
Mrs. Zhou gathered the chopped shepherd's purse into a pile and put it in a large basin, making it look like a pagoda. She wiped her hands and went to Song Que's bundle to look at it.
Mrs. Zhou said to Song Que: "This shepherd's purse itself has a light taste, and it is a fresh food. In addition to the oil, soy sauce and vinegar, it is best to add some fragrance. You have brought these things, what do you think is good to add? ?”
Song Que looked at it again and again, picking out dried fragrant and dried shrimps. Mrs. Zhou smiled and nodded to him, saying: "I will put this dried incense myself. I use less dried shrimps, but it does add flavor. The word "added" is also a fresh word, but it is "河海". It's salty and fresh. I'll take advantage of your light today and add some dried shrimps to this mixed shepherd's purse."
Song Que also put ginger and garlic in his baggage. If onions were not easy to keep fresh, it would be difficult to explain why they were left out, but Song Que even wanted to bring green onions and small onions.
Mrs. Zhou cut the dried fragrant into shreds, made a small handful, picked it up and sprinkled it on the pot of chopped shepherd's purse, then grabbed a small handful of dried shrimps, and did the same thing.
Mrs. Zhou called Song Que to bring the ginger, cut it into ginger rice, and sprinkled it into the basin together.
Song Que prepared sesame oil, autumn oil and white vinegar, and waited for Mrs. Zhou to open them and pour them down from the top of the shepherd's purse pagoda. When these several spices are mixed together, there is an incomparable fragrance, especially the white vinegar. I don't know who has the skill to brew it. The sour taste in the mouth makes saliva flow in the mouth and appetite, and one can't wait to swallow this shepherd's purse pagoda in one go.
After finishing the mixed dish in one go, Mrs. Zhou felt a little tired and said to Song Que: "Little young man, I'm a little tired. Come and mix this dish."
Even though there is no stir-frying involved in this dish, it does take some effort to shred and chop it with a large kitchen knife.
Song Que responded and was about to go up. Suddenly he remembered that there were two steamed buns in his arms, so he took out the cloth bag and handed it to Mrs. Zhou, saying: "Auntie, we will eat these steamed buns later."
When Mrs. Zhou saw that they were two white-faced steamed buns, her hands became a little soft, as if she was looking at the inconvenient junior, and said: "Little junior, you are too arrogant."
While Song was mixing the shepherd's purse, he listened to Mrs. Zhou nagging him so hard that he couldn't even raise his head. Song Que didn't refute, and just let Mrs. Zhou teach him how to live his life.
When Mrs. Zhou said she was done talking, he poured someone a glass of water and bowed respectfully.
Old Mrs. Zhou was speechless immediately. She stared at the young lady in front of her. She was sensible, polite, and so handsome. She was also very patient with such a bad old lady like her. She didn't look like a mortal. Could it be that she came from the sky? The fairy family? Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou even remembered the time when she was so hungry that she fainted while picking shepherd's purse. She said why there were so many shepherd's purses in the field. It turned out that someone had specially sent them to her.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou actually asked: "Xiaojunsheng, tell me the truth, where did you come from in the sky? You came to me specially, but what happened to my son?"
Song was startled by Mrs. Zhou's words. He didn't know how to reply for a moment. He wanted to deny it, but when he heard her mentioning his son in her words, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with your son?"
When she mentioned her son, Mrs. Zhou seemed to be a different person. Tears streamed down her face and she muttered: "My son has been in the army for more than 20 years. My man died early. It's not easy for him to grow up alone." He was so old that he was dragged into the army. These damn old men were reluctant to let their sons join the army, so they dragged their only son to join the army. It has been more than 20 years, and I have not received any news about Feng'er. I wonder if he is dead every day, but my Feng'er is such a good boy. If he leaves, he will definitely give me a dream and let me see him again. Little fairy, did Feng'er ask you to come? Of? Why can’t he come by himself?”
Song, who suddenly lost his vest, was at a loss. He didn't know whether Feng'er was dead or alive, so he couldn't answer Mrs. Zhou's questions well. Song Que had an idea and stared at Old Mrs. Zhou's face, calculating in his mind.
Song Que was completely acting like a rogue. People have learned fortune-telling methods for years to decades, and he used his eyes that were "enlightened" in a sense to forcibly figure out the destiny.
Because the person who saw it with his own eyes was Mrs. Zhou and not Feng'er, it was a little troublesome to see Feng'er's fortune through blood relations, but the difference between life and death was very clear.
Feng'er is dead. He has been dead for many years and died in a battle. In that battle, thousands of people were killed together, and the resentment was soaring. Hundreds of ghosts arrived and quickly tortured these innocent souls away before they did any evil. Unlike ordinary people, there was still a chance for the wandering souls to make a choice.
This is the reason why the well-behaved Feng'er didn't ask for a dream.
He died in a daze, and was seduced to the underworld in a daze. Now he might have been reincarnated in a daze and become a good person, but he didn't know that his biological mother was still waiting for him to come home.