EBE Chapter 181: Fresh Soup
Chapter 181: Fresh Soup
Zhou Mai was overjoyed and said, "Brother, if you say so, then everyone in our family will definitely look like the county magistrate in the future?"
Zhou Guo waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother, if you want to grow like that, go ahead and do it yourself. I don't want to look like that."
"Brother, I don't want to look like that. It's so ugly. I need someone to touch me when I walk a distance." Zhou Mi looked disgusted.
Everyone laughed.
Zhou Gu smiled and touched his head. "It's not very pretty, but it means that the person eats well and the family is rich. There is meat for every meal, and life is so good and blessed."
Zhou Xing smiled and said, "Brother, have you forgotten that now, thanks to you, we can eat meat every day, right, sir?"
The old man used a knife to scrape the remaining meat and grease from the skin, listening to the children's gossip while scraping. He laughed from time to time, and nodded as he listened to Zhou Xing's words, "That's right."
He looked up at Zhou Dacang and the others and said, "My old arms and legs won't be able to move for many years. From now on, you will have to take care of the hunting matters."
Zhou Dacang and the others responded, "Yes, sir, we are busy now. When the house is ready and we have free time, we will follow you into the mountains every day."
Zhou Guo also nodded. She still had to go into the mountains to practice martial arts. Practicing martial arts in the mountains would improve much faster than on flat ground, and she could get twice the result with half the effort.
The pheasant stewed with pine mushrooms in front of her was probably almost done, so she took the pot down and took out a small kettle, added a little water, and put the steaming rack in it. She made the steaming rack herself out of reeds, and it was crooked and loose, but fortunately it was usable, so she put it up.
When he saw the stove was ready, Zhou Dacang said happily, "It's done, it's finally done. We can eat now."
"I'll get the bowl."
"I'll get the chopsticks."
Zhou Guo said, "Don't worry, don't worry. We have to wait a little longer. It will taste better if it is stewed for a while. Wait a minute. Good food is never too late."
"Ah? Still have to wait?"
"Guoguo, let me discuss something. How about letting your elder sister cook tomorrow? We can't wait for your dinner. I'm sleepy."
"You don't have to wait long, it will be ready in a moment." She said as she took out the buns she bought in the county town.
When everyone saw Baozi, their eyes widened.
"Hurry, hurry, let me have one. Why didn't you take out this good thing earlier?" Zhou Dacang was about to take one.
Zhou Guo leaned over and said, "It's cold. Eating it cold will give you diarrhea. I'll heat it up. It tastes better when it's hot."
Zhou Dacang: "...Okay, let's heat it up, wait a bit."
There were meat buns to eat again, and everyone stretched their necks to look into the pot. The old man didn't even scrape the skin off, but went back to the house and took out his wine gourd, holding it in his arms like a treasure.
Zhou Guo was standing by the pot, and when he felt it was almost done, he waved his hand and asked everyone to grab their bowls and chopsticks, "You can eat now."
Everyone stood up in unison, even the wooden stools were knocked over. Some people took bowls, some took chopsticks, and some took rice.
After a while, everyone gathered around with a bowl of rice in hand.
I was so hungry that I couldn't even talk, it was like a silent movie.
Zhou Guo brought the buns down first, "Here, one for each of you."
Everyone picked up the buns with their chopsticks, and in the blink of an eye, the whole pot of steaming buns was divided up. Zhou Dacang and his companions couldn't wait, and took a big bite as soon as the buns were in the bowl. Although the buns that were heated for the second time did not taste as good as those fresh out of the pot, they were all hungry at the moment, and the buns tasted simply delicious.
Zhou Guo opened the lid of the pot. As soon as he opened it, a rich aroma came out. It was different from any previous time that pheasant was stewed with wild mushrooms. It was extremely fragrant.
Everyone took a few deep gulps and stared at the pot with shining eyes. "Just smelling this smell is different. No other stewed pheasant has ever tasted like this. I wonder how delicious it will be?"
The old man slowly poured himself a bowl of wine, a full bowl, any more would spill out, then he looked at the pot and quickly picked up a piece of pine mushroom and immediately put it into his mouth. The unusually delicious taste spread between his lips and teeth, which was another kind of deliciousness compared to the fried pine mushroom.
Everyone started eating, quietly yet lively, picking up dishes to eat. I picked up a piece of pine mushroom, and after eating it, I couldn't help but pick up a few more pieces, mixing it with rice and eating it happily.
No one picked up the meat.
Zhou Guo was eating the food with the bowl in her arms, her eyes sparkling. She said that any mushroom would taste good as long as it was stewed with chicken, let alone this one, which was fragrant, very fragrant, more fragrant than anything else, and she kept picking up the mushrooms and eating them.
After finishing a bowl of rice, she scooped a bowl of soup, held the bowl and took a sip happily. The mushrooms were fresh and the soup was even fresher. If the bowl had not been filled with rice first, she would have drunk the soup first. It was so delicious!
She held the bowl and drank sip by sip with her eyes narrowed, enjoying it very much.
Zhou Dacang was sitting opposite her. When he saw this, he took the time to reply, "Is the soup so delicious?"
This attracted everyone's attention.
Zhou Guo nodded heavily, "It's really delicious."
"Really? Then I'll make some soup."
"I want some too."
As soon as everyone took a bite, they found it fragrant and fresh, and if they tasted it carefully, they could taste the sweet aftertaste.
Zhou Gu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid even the emperor can't eat such a good thing."
"Yeah, that's right." Zhou Mi swallowed a mouthful of soup. "Just think about it, this thing grows so deep in the forest, and it can't be kept for more than two days. It's hard to eat it normally."
The old man drank a sip of wine happily, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Yes, otherwise I would have been thinking about this for my whole life and now I can eat it."
"Yes, it tastes good. Matsutake is truly the king of mushrooms. It tastes good no matter how it is cooked. Even the soup is delicious." Zhou Dacang raised his eyebrows as he drank.
Speaking of this, everyone remembered that didn’t Zhou Guo and the others go into the city to sell mushrooms today?
Zhou Mi said, "Second Aunt, the mushrooms we brought today are all sold out. They seem to sell well. Are they expensive? We can pick more to sell before winter comes. We can make a profit every time."
Everyone nodded. Yes, it was not a good idea to keep living off the savings like this. There were so many places that needed money. They were really worried that one day they would run out of money. What would they do then? They would not be able to fill their stomachs again.
Li shook her head and sighed, "No, we have been setting up the stall for an hour, but not a single person has come to ask about our products. There are quite a lot of people selling pine mushrooms on the street, but they sold out all their baskets of pine mushrooms, and we didn't sell a single one. If we hadn't run into those two foreign merchants, we would have had to bring them back the same way we did."
Zhou Guo held the bowl, "No one here knows this, so we can't sell it. We were lucky today. We sold four sacks at 40 coins per catty for more than 15.30 qian. I'm afraid we won't be so lucky next time. The most important thing for our family now is to repair this house. After the repair, we have to cut down the wasteland. Those acres of land will be our family's food next year. We have to clean it up before the New Year. We can't wait until spring when people start to turn the land and sow seeds. If we cut down the wasteland, the daylily will be cold."