Lu Xueqi shook her head, didn't say anything, and didn't look angry. She just put the cherry blossom cake on the table aside. Then she leaned against the window sill, holding up her pink jade cheeks with her bare hands, her eyes blurred, staring at a tear bamboo outside the window. The tear bamboo was planted by Lu Xueqi after the war between good and evil, in memory of those who died in that war, including My first teacher was Master Shuiyue. When I recalled all the events of yesterday, I couldn't help but think about what I saw.
Time flies, and unknowingly it has been ten years. The small tear bamboo has now become taller and stronger. Because Lu Xueqi occasionally takes care of and prunes it, it is different from other tear bamboos. The small spots on the emerald green bamboo are more pink and bright. , extremely beautiful.
Once you pass through the Tears Bamboo, you will see an endless expanse of vast stars. The beauty was picturesque, the moonlight was still there, Lu Xueqi just stood there, motionless, her two big watery eyes looked infatuated, full of love, Xiaofan was so beautiful tonight. cough! The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!
The breeze blows on her face, blowing her three thousand hair strands and pouring out like a waterfall. Her white clothes are flowing, and she quietly blends into the moonlight of the silent mountains and rivers.
Dazhufeng
Zhang Xiaofan had already returned to the room and unlocked the door. The room was decorated in the same style as when he first entered Dazhu Peak twenty years ago. Apart from being spotless, it was a familiar house with a lot of furniture and vegetation added. Look at the vegetation. The lush appearance must be because Song Daren or others often sent people to take care of it. They were afraid that Zhang Xiaofan would come back from outside one day and wanted to stay for a few days but were afraid that he would rush around in a hurry, so he kept the seventh junior brother's room clean for ten years.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at the Western Zhou Dynasty from a distance, his gentle eyes full of longing. After just a quick glance, he returned to the shy Zhang Xiaofan of the past. At this time, a loud snoring sound came from his ears. Zhang Xiaofan turned around and saw two furry animals on the bed, lying together and sleeping in each other's arms. It was the little gray and big yellow that had disappeared before.
Zhang Xiaofan walked over and shook his head silently. He wanted to wake them up and tell them their worries about whose bed this was, but when he saw that they were sleeping soundly, he decided to forget it.
After all, he was not tired at all, and Lu Xueqi's unique fragrance still lingered on his lips, making people linger in his dreams. Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but smile affectionately, which was very cute.
Zhang Xiaofan finally couldn't stand the snoring of Little Gray Big Yellow, so he walked out. Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he looked deeply into the distant east, which was a bit white and had some colorful rays of light. He took in all the scenery he saw in his eyes, and he seemed to be looking down on the world.
"Cock cluck..." A rooster crows loudly and loudly, shocking the world, announcing a new day and the beginning of the story.
Many disciples in Qingyun Mountain were very happy to hear the chicken dancing.
Zhang Xiaofan took his time to freshen up. Then he walked to the kitchen, found some soft grass and lit it on the earthen stove. He set up a few pieces of chopped black bamboo and saw that the fire was strong, and then threw in a few pieces of dry wood. In an instant, the raging fire ignited a scorching fire, turning into a negligible power, shining in one place.
After a while, cold water was poured into the pot, and Zhang Xiaofan poured the washed rice into the iron pot and boiled it together. Later, he caught two lively sleeping fish from the fish pond. The sleeping fish were caught by Zhang Xiaofan in Hongchuan before. As the sword flashed, Zhang Xiaofan's fish-killing techniques were as smooth as water, opening the intestines and breaking the belly, slicing the meat, trimming the bones and chopping into pieces, all in one go. Then marinate the fish fillets and bones with a small amount of salt and pepper. Finally, pour in some lard and wait for the porridge to boil.
At this time, he was not idle. He picked up flour and warm water and started kneading the dough. After a while, it became a ball of soft and moderate dough under the squeeze of the rolling pin. He covered it with a towel and let it rest for a while, ready to make some steamed buns. . Then, cut a small handful of green onion and ginger into hair-thin slices.
Zhao Mutou, who was still drowsy, was standing at the door of the kitchen with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped. He was fascinated by what he saw. He heard that Uncle Seventh Master was superb in Taoism, but he never thought that his cooking skills were also first-rate. There is a world of difference in the way you cook.
Zhao Mutou took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan. Then he scratched his head and said with his big, childish eyes: "Uncle Qi, your cooking skills are so sharp! Can you teach me a lesson?"
Zhang Xiaofan turned around and saw a teenage boy standing outside the door of the dilapidated kitchen. He was wearing a Taoist uniform of a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. He had a dark complexion, a strong body, and a pair of big black grape-like eyes, shining with the light of wisdom. The visitor is Zhao Mumutou, a disciple of Song Daren, with a clear face and beautiful eyes.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at Zhao Mumu with gentle eyes, and was kneading the dough with his right hand: "Mumu, come here."
When Zhao Mutou heard this, he jumped up happily, dancing with his hands and feet. His tiredness disappeared in an instant. He quickly ran to Zhang Xiaofan's side, took two balls of flour from Zhang Xiaofan's hand, and followed Zhang Xiaofan's movements of kneading the dough.
Zhang Xiaofan saw that Zhao Mumu was so smart: "Mumu, it doesn't matter whether the technique is important or not. What's important is to experience it with your heart! Only with your heart can you understand the true meaning, and do whatever you want and do whatever you want!"
Zhao Mutou listened with great interest and seemed to understand. The dough-kneading movements just now were all imitated by Zhang Xiaofan, and the dough was a little ugly. Now knead according to your heart. Although the speed is much slower, the appearance and toughness of the dough have been greatly improved. A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Mutou's mouth, his face full of joy, as innocent and colorful as a rainbow after the rain.
Finally, Zhang Xiaofan put the fish bones into the white porridge and boiled it, then put it into a casserole, and then poured in the fish fillets and shredded ginger. A rich fish aroma instantly wafted eight hundred miles away. It greatly increases people's appetite and is garnished with chopped green onions. The fragrance of green onions overflows and is the icing on the cake. Zhao Mutou consciously picked up the fish porridge and carried it to the living room.
Zhang Xiaofan looked pleased and picked up a plate of white and plump steamed buns that he and Zhao Mutou had just made together. Recalling the time when he first entered Dazhu Peak in the past, the breeze blew by, blowing his hair, and his mature and handsome cheeks were covered with wind and frost. Who can remain calm and unstained by the wind and dust in the vicissitudes of life! ?
In the living room, Song Daren Wenmin sat down and looked at his disciple Zhao Mutou serving porridge, feeling quite satisfied. Song Yan and Linxuan arrived shortly after, smelling a strong fish fragrance, her eyes lit up and she hurriedly sat down. But when he saw Zhang Xiaofan carrying a plate of steamed buns, he hurriedly stood up and saluted and said hello: "Good morning, Uncle Seventh Master."
Zhang Xiaofan still reacted and was stunned for a moment: "Good morning, good morning."
Song Daren picked up a bowl of fish porridge and started eating: "Lao Qi, you are an elder now. Just let me do the kitchen work. There is no need to do it myself."
Zhang Xiaofan chewed the steamed buns in his mouth. He felt that today's steamed buns were very special. He glanced at Zhao Mutou and said, "It's okay. Senior brother, I'm used to it. If I don't, I won't be used to it."
Song Daren only felt that the fish porridge was particularly delicious today, so he drank a few more sips: "Ha, Seventh Brother, you are free to do as you like. Just now, Senior Brother, the Headmaster, sent someone over to say that something happened to the mysterious magic circle in Huqi Mountain, and a disciple was killed. Sixth Junior Brother was killed." If we see something mysterious and dark, let our first elder go there early to discuss countermeasures."
