MtaurNovel Chapter 260 Black Pepper Dragon Pork Rice￥
Chapter 260 Black Pepper Dragon Pork Rice￥
Get off the bus and face Dajikou. There is a butcher stall at Dajikou. There are half-fried pork and some ribs on it, as well as some stewed pork liver, pig head, and pig trotters.Opposite the stall selling meat is a stall selling snacks, with sprinkles, popcorn, and twists on it.Sazi fried golden, one by one smooth.
Deep-fried golden smoothies are topped with black and white sesame seeds.
Xu Xiaobai really likes to eat sausages, but later he couldn't find a place to sell them. There is no place to sell them in supermarkets or small shops.When we meet now, Xu Xiaobai wants to taste it, and also wants the male god to taste it.
Xu Xiaobai asked the stall owner: "How much is a catty?"
The stall owner is a middle-aged woman in her 40s: "Ten yuan a catty."
Xu Xiaobai said, "Give me a handful."
The stall owner asked him, "Do you want sweet or salty?"
There are sweet and salty ones, sweet and delicious. With the sesame seeds sprinkled on top, they are fragrant and sweet, salty and crispy. Although they are deep-fried, they will not feel greasy no matter how much they eat.
Xu Xiaobai asked the male god: "Do you want sweet or salty?"
Zhou Qingyan had never eaten such a thing as safflower seeds, but smelling the oil on the samosa seeds, he could smell the smell of sunflower seeds.The Sazi on the stall is fried with freshly squeezed sunflower seeds this year. It smells fresh and has a strong aroma. I think the taste of Sazi will not be too bad.
Zhou Qingyan said: "Let's all have some." A handful of sweet sprinkles, and a handful of salty sprinkles, Zhou Qingyan carried the salty sprinkles, and Xu Xiaobai carried the sweet ones.
Just like the smell, the sweet one tastes sweet, the salty one tastes crispy, and you can change the taste if you get tired of eating it.Going inside, there are a lot of miscellaneous things, such as sleeves, cotton socks, and windshields. The colors are generally not good-looking, but they are all practical colors. It is not easy to see that they are dirty, and they do not need to be washed frequently.
Xu Xiaobai picked out a windshield quilt from the car, earth-colored, with black Chanel patterns on it, it looks rustic and fashionable.Zhou Qingyan held the windshield quilt in one hand, and ate the sprinkles in the other. After paying the money, Xu Xiaobai said to Zhou Qingyan, "Give me a taste of salt."
Zhou Qingyan broke off one and brought it to Xu Xiaobai's mouth, Xu Xiaobai took a bite, the sazi was too brittle, after biting, the remaining half broke to the ground.The salty ones are also delicious, so Xu Xiaobai also shared the sweet ones with the male god.
The market is not big, but it sells a lot of things. After walking around twice, it finally stopped at a fruit stand. The owner of the fruit seller was very white, with a big belly, fat head and big ears. He looked like the same Blessed man.
The boss held a loudspeaker in his hand and yelled loudly: "Persimmons, oranges, tangerines, apples, big pears, two yuan a catty, two yuan a catty, you can't buy it at a loss, and you can't be fooled. Two yuan a catty, bananas one yuan and one catty."
He shouted in full swing, and the long stall was full of people.Zhou Qingyan and Xu Xiaobai stood outside the stall, and if they wanted to say that the fruit was really cheap, they didn't know the quality, so they stood outside the crowd to have a look, and if the quality was good, they could buy a little.
Zhou Qingyan stood outside the crowd and glanced at the boss.The boss held a loudspeaker and met Zhou Qingyan in an instant, then the boss's hand trembled, he licked his lips, and shouted a bit brokenly: "Two yuan a catty." The last sentence was so high-pitched!
The boss quickly put down the horn in his hand and walked towards Zhou Qingyan, and reached out to hold Zhou Qingyan's hand holding the windshield quilt and Sazi: "Comrade, take whatever you want to eat, take whatever you want."
Zhou Qingyan looked at the boss's greasy hands: "Let go, I won't take it, don't insult my personality as a national civil servant!"
Xu Xiaobai watched the boss's head sweating nervously.The boss strode forward, and the male god couldn't help but take a few steps back because of his big belly. Zhou Qingyan had to pull his hand out forcefully, otherwise he was really afraid that he would be kicked by the boss.
The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "Please don't check. The pickle seller next to me is my wife. I have worked so hard to impress my mother-in-law. If you check, I might get a divorce."
Now the relationship between the ladyboys is tense, and after doing this, the luster on the boss's fat and white face has dimmed, and he may have to divorce.
Zhou Qingyan asked him in a low voice: "Do you have a certificate?"
The boss nodded quickly: "I have a certificate, a residence permit, and a planting certificate. So what, why don't you order some? We grow them at home. It doesn't look good, but it's delicious."
Zhou Qingyan said to the boss: "Take it out and show me."
If I can’t get it out, the boss is sweating again: “I can’t get it out, if I can get it out, why am I so nervous? I’m afraid my wife will find out that I put the certificate under the third floor tile when I enter my house. gone."
The boss was worried, because he was afraid that he would be taken into the demon supervision office and locked up for a few days, and he might have to accept some criticism, revoke his planting license or something.What to do if the residence permit is confiscated!It means that he can only live in the deep mountains and old forests. You must know that his daughter is still two and a half years old, and the mother-in-law is watching at home. The fruit stand owner is about to cry!
He looked at Zhou Qingyan nervously.
As a civil servant of the country, one cannot enforce the law for personal gain. Zhou Qingyan said to the boss, "I'm on vacation today, so just pretend you didn't see me. Can you bring ten yuan worth of fruit?"
The boss breathed a sigh of relief instantly, when Xu Xiaobai saw the boss exhale, the flesh on his cheeks trembled, and sighed in his heart, this boss is really fat!
The fruits are all grown by the boss himself. The oranges are not red enough, they are blue-yellow, but when you pick them up, they smell like a fragrant fruit. Layers of skin, filled with water-filled pulp.
Zhou Qingyan picked up an orange and smelled it: "It's sour."
The fruits are not yet fully ripe, and the orange flavor is fresh and natural, but tart.Xu Xiaobai found that the boss has been looking at them with earnest eyes, as if they don't pick some fruit, the boss's heart is not at ease.
Xu Xiaobai picked out oranges in his shopping bag: "We can squeeze the juice for the sour ones." Not knowing how much you can get for ten yuan, Xu Xiaobai picked a dozen or so and handed them to the boss: "Is ten yuan enough?"
The boss took it and put it on the scale: "Not enough, not enough, add more."
I picked a few more persimmons and apples and put them in. The boss also said: "Not enough, add more."
It felt heavy in his hand, and Xu Xiaobai felt that it was already ten yuan, so he said to the boss: "No more, I think it's about the same."
The boss was very persistent: "Add a few more." Zhou Qingyan picked up a few more persimmons and put them in, and said to the boss: "Enough." The boss came over, weighed it symbolically, and then handed the bag to Xu Xiaobai: " ten bucks."
Xu Xiaobai took out ten yuan from his pocket and put it on the stall, carrying a big bag of fruit, saying goodbye to the boss: "Let's go first, thank you for the fruit."
When Xu Xiaobai left, he felt very sorry, and quietly put down ten yuan on the fruit stand.The boss watched them walk to Dajikou, patted his heart, let out a long breath, the flesh on his cheeks trembled again, he was really scared to death just now.
He raised his loudspeaker and was about to start shouting when the proprietress who was watching the pickle stall came over and asked him, "Is that your friend who came here just now?"
Speaking of this topic, the boss immediately broke out in sweat: "Yes, yes, he is my friend." The lady boss stretched her arms and twisted his ears tightly: "You said that you are a prodigal, and the bag just now cost about forty yuan. Money, I saw you and charged ten yuan, you can charge twenty, look at you, look at your stinky behavior, you like to charge a lot of money, and even set up a stall here to sell fruit after charging a lot of money."
His wife couldn't understand his feelings.The owner of the fruit stall sighed in his heart, as long as he didn't check, it would be fine even if he gave them all the fruits on the stall.You know, the boss was watching the backs of Zhou Qingyan and Xu Xiaobai with his ears twisted, and he was actually an undocumented resident.
The boss looked at the backs of Zhou Qingyan and Xu Xiaobai, saw Zhou Qingyan suddenly turned his head and glanced at them, the boss immediately lowered his head in fright, and confessed his mistake to his wife.The stall owner's wife twisted the boss's ears red, and began to feel distressed again. She rubbed the boss's red ears with one hand, and waved the other hand, signaling the crowd to leave quickly.
The life of monsters is also such a citizen, so ordinary, so busy for daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.Xu Xiaobai has already guessed that the fruit seller is a monster, maybe he is of the same clan as Zhu Ganglie, they look very similar.
Xu Xiaobai asked the male god: "Are the fruit stall owner and Zhu Ganglie of the same clan just now?"
Zhou Qingyan thought for a while: "Who is Zhu Ganglie?"
Xu Xiaobai explained: "It's a wild boar spirit. According to Journey to the West, Zhu Ganglie is the marshal of the canopy in the sky. Later, because he molested Chang'e, he was punished by the Jade Emperor and fell into the pigsty. , turned into a pig demon, and when he followed Tang Seng to learn scriptures, he was named Zhu Bajie."
They carried their things to the entrance of the market, Zhou Qingyan answered Xu Xiaobai's question: "It's a pig demon, not a wild boar demon."
The boss is a domestic pig demon, and he has not been a demon for more than 100 years. Maybe he has seen many people in the pigpen and is very proficient in human relationships.The domestic pig demon has a very docile personality. Apart from his not-so-good looks, he is still a good match.
Wandering around the market, from the small barber shop at the entrance of the market, there is only one barber in the barber shop. The tool used for washing hair is an iron bucket hanging from above, and a faucet connected to a plastic pipe is connected to the bottom of the iron bucket. As long as you turn on the tap, the dripping hot water will stay from above.
There was a stove burning in the barber shop, and a pot of hot water was sitting on the stove. The hot water boiled, and the kettle hummed.Xu Xiaobai stood beside him holding Zhou Qingyan's coat, and the male god bent over to ask the barber to wash his hair.
The barber rubbed Zhou Qingyan's dark red hair back and forth with his hands, and by the way, he boasted: "The color of the hair is so beautifully dyed."
Xu Xiaobai's eyes were fixed on the male god's hair, and his heart had already turned into the barber's hands, rubbing back and forth on the male god's hair wetly.
The hair of the male god is a bit hard, but it is very smooth. After washing the hair, it can slip out through the fingers as long as you touch it, but when you touch the ends of the hair, your palms are itchy.Xu Xiaobai's heart was about to scream, he really wanted to touch it now.
Xu Xiaobai hugged his clothes and thought wildly, Zhou Qingyan had already sat on the barber chair, when he heard the barber ask him, "What kind of haircut?"
Zhou Qingyan replied: "Cut it short."
The male god has already combed the artist's ponytail, and when Xu Xiaobai reacted, the male god's ponytail has been reduced and turned into a neat short hair.
It was a pity in my heart that the ponytail cut by the male god was put on the barber table by the barber. After the male god cut his hair, the cut ponytail was also put into a plastic bag and taken away.It was just eleven o'clock when I took the slow bus back home.
Just in time for a good lunch.
When Xu Xiaobai opened the refrigerator, he smelled an unpleasant smell, since the small world with flower pots has rarely put fresh vegetables in the refrigerator.But there are still yogurt, cheese, and some messy things in the refrigerator. Because there is no electricity, the smell in the refrigerator is very unpleasant.
Zhou Qingyan was in charge of cleaning the refrigerator, and Xu Xiaobai was in charge of making lunch.There are not many things in the refrigerator, so it is easy to clean them out. Zhou Qingyan packed the broken things in garbage bags one by one.
Xu Xiaobai picked out the soft persimmons from the bag, washed them, removed the stalks of the persimmons, scooped out the pulp from the persimmons with a spoon, put them in the basin, stirred them into a paste, and added flour.Don’t add too much flour, and don’t add too little. If you add too much, you won’t be able to taste the sweetness of the persimmons. If you add too little, it’s not easy to shape.
The noodles made with persimmon pulp are called persimmon batter.
The persimmon batter is deep-fried in a pan, which is a bit similar to fried cakes, but it is different. The fried persimmon batter is like gold bricks, resplendent and resplendent.Xu Xiaobai remembered the taste of persimmon batter, in their hometown it was not called fried persimmon batter, it was called persimmon batter.In winter, there are many persimmon trees in the mountains. The persimmons on the persimmon trees in the mountains are not as big as the persimmons sold on the street. Each one is only as big as a child's fist.
But it's sweet, and there are little crunchy and sweet tongues inside.The persimmon tree is very high. In winter, the persimmons on the lower part of the persimmon tree are all picked, and the persimmons on the higher part cannot be picked off. They are so red that they hang on the high place like lanterns. down.
Xu Xiaobai is the happiest at this time, he likes to go with his friends to hunt persimmons hanging on high branches.With a pot in hand, as long as the smaller persimmon tree is shaken vigorously, the persimmons on the branches will fall down with a bang. When they fall, they will be broken. Pick up a branch and wipe the bottom of the fallen persimmons clean. Throw it into a basin.
Pick up a big pot, and a piece of persimmon will be made into such a persimmon paste.
The freshly baked persimmons are delicious.After Zhou Qingyan cleaned up the refrigerator, he walked in with a piece of Zhu Jiuyin's meat: "Let's eat meat today."
Xu Xiaobai pointed to the chopping board: "Put the meat on the chopping board, come over and eat the persimmon paste." The freshly fried persimmon paste is golden yellow, and it's hot to hold. Put it in, Xu Xiaobai reminded him: "Be careful it's hot."
Zhou Qingyan took a bite and put it in his mouth. He didn't feel it was hot, but if the temperature was human, he would have spit it out, or it would feel scalding like a mouthful of fire.When you bite it, it is hotter, hotter, fragrant and soft, and soft like a sweet soup.delicious.
Zhou Qingyan said, "It's delicious and sweet."
Xu Xiaobai pointed to the plate: "You can take it out and eat it, um, eat less, treat it as a snack."
Zhou Qingyan went out with a plate, and the persimmons went out with a mushy end, and the whole living room smelled sweet.Zhou Qingyan put the plate on the table, forgetting that there was no electricity, and pressed the TV button.The TV is on.
There is a call.
Zhou Qingyan turned on the TV, and there was a news broadcast on it, saying that it had snowed heavily in Zhuocheng recently, and many people froze to death because of the untimely heating.When the dead people were carried out, they were covered with a white cloth. It was not known what the dead people looked like.
However, Zhou Qingyan knew clearly that the corpse lying below must be emaciated, with no blood color as if it had exhausted its essence and blood.
This is the evil done by the Golden Clavicle Bodhisattva.The flower of evil has long bloomed.
Then came other miscellaneous news, the power facilities returned to normal, and the heating will start tomorrow. Zhou Qingyan watched the news for a while, and Mr. Kun also jumped out of the small fish tank, sat next to him, and picked up a piece of persimmon to paste.
I took the remote control in Mr.'s hand and changed the channel. There was a popular IP recently. Mr. Kun likes to watch IP dramas made with special effects, which are much more funny than ordinary comedy dramas.
However, my husband can't stand it anymore, such an IP drama with a low IQ is either called Chun or Xiu, Chunchun Xiuxiu, it's gaudy right from the name.
Zhou Qingyan tied the rustic and fashionable Chanel windshield to the electric car, which instantly lowered the appearance of the electric car by several notches!The windshield quilt with the Chanel symbol does not increase the appearance of the electric car, but reduces it!
It’s incredible!
When Mr. Kun was eating persimmon paste and looking at something, the noble big monster Qiongqi smelled a sweet smell, and it waved two small black wings and slowly swayed over.One night passed, and the sticky mouse board was still standing on the four paws of the noble monster Qiongqi, reminding Mr. Kun of the boat he saw when he was in the sea.
The noble monster Qiongqi looked at the golden persimmons on the table.
Mr. Kun looked at Qiongqi.
He brought Qiongqi over, stretched out his hand to remove the sticky mouse board stuck under the feet of the noble big monster Qiongqi, then took out a paper towel from the paper drawer and put it on the table, and put a piece of persimmon paste on it.
When Mr. Kun ate it, the persimmon paste was already cold, and the taste was different from when Mr. Kun ate it, like eating fudge.Soft, sweet and cool.
Qiongqi happily left four sticky footprints on the table, sat on the table and ate persimmon mush with small mouthfuls.
Qiongqi and Mr. Kun eat persimmon paste and watch TV together.Xu Xiaobai saw an ugly windshield quilt tied to his electric car from the kitchen window, the whole car looked ugly, it was really intoxicating.
After Zhou Qingyan finished fastening the windshield quilt, he poured water on the demonic flowers and plants in the yard. The demonic plants were bent by Zhu Jiuyin's huge body, and immediately straightened up as soon as the water was poured on them.
When Zhou Qingyan watered these monster flowers and grass, it was like watering the ground, waiting for the water to flow into it one by one, and then changing the place after watering them thoroughly.
Less than halfway through watering, I heard Xu Xiaobai call him: "Come and eat." Zhou Qingyan was standing in the yard holding a water hose and already smelled the smell of Zhu Jiuyin's meat.Put the sauce, the meat is delicious.