Chapter 187

In Zeng mingwaliang's main hall, on the central fire platform used for burning fire and water, the dry dead branches and firewood are burning vigorously. A large yellow kettle sits on the open fire and burns cooing and bubbling.

The hot flame also warmed the semi open wooden house.

Gu's father and mother, who were guarding the campfire, held Gu gowardesh in their arms and brought out the tea bowl at the bottom of the box at home. They emptied the only inventory in the tea bag and brewed a bag of flavor belonging to their hometown for new guests far away.

"It tastes delicious!" Gu Zheng, who looked at the hot tea and excited the Yellow spray of the tea, asked the guide uncle to sit down first, and then handed the tea bowl to him. By the way, he asked his parents: "has dinner been cooked?"

"No, this is the first meal we have moved to our new house. We have to entertain our new guests. We can't be too shabby, can we?"

"I think about our family. You are the best craftsman. Now, all the food you can find at home has been resisted by your daughter-in-law to the stove. I just moved out all the remaining spices."

"While it's still early, you go and make a good meal for everyone and celebrate!"

"By the way, son, did you get any extra food this time?"

Hearing his mother's inquiry, Gu Zheng remembered something and looked at the guide uncle beside him.

At this time, the uncle took down the bamboo basket behind him with a smile and picked up a bamboo mouse that had accumulated a lot of fat to spend the cold winter.

"This is a good thing. The meat is fresh and tender. It won't smell like ordinary livestock. It's easy to catch in this season. One catch is a nest."

"It's even adding vegetables tonight. As for the remaining ones, you can pack them up, or air dry or salt."

"Now we are in a clean state. Even if we want to buy meat, we have to wait until tomorrow."

Everyone looked at the rare thing in the guide's hand, which had been kicking his legs because of being lifted by his neck. After looking around for a long time, they gave it to Gu Zheng with salivation, waiting for the delicious food that had never been tried to be brought to the table.

Gu Zheng, who was rushed to the kitchen, was busy inside, while the family outside were not idle. They chatted with the guide and asked about some common sense of living here.

For example, where there is a large collection of exchanges, such as the exchange rate and prices of Anguo, and the relationship and strongholds of these camps in Dayue country, which are very important information for new comers.

As a very united people in Xinjiang, they naturally took the family attached to the Lanjia stronghold as a member of the stronghold and explained it to each other in detail.

When he drank the second bowl of tea and soup, he heard Gu Zheng's voice from the stove behind the wooden house: "come on, clean up and eat!"

With the falling of this voice, a salty and tempting taste floated out of the back door and drilled leisurely into everyone's nostrils in the main room.

At this time, Gu Zheng, holding two large and thick porcelain sea bowls in his hands, pushed the door open with his shoulder, and squeezed into the room. While shouting "hot", he put the dishes and chopsticks in front of a small low table that also needs to cross legs.

"You eat first, and my daughter-in-law will take dinner with me!"

"Alas!" Zhang Fengyi, who had always been the only one to start, agreed happily. When she picked up other bowls from the kitchen, she stretched out a pair of chopsticks behind her and stuffed a piece of bamboo and mouse meat that was burning red and shiny into Zhang Fengyi's mouth.

"What's up, daughter-in-law? Is it delicious?"

Zhang Fengyi, who was stuffed with a mouthful, was "sobbing" and answered twice and took out the food.

It's delicious. I don't have time to answer.

When Gu Zheng came out again, everyone who had set the tableware looked at him eagerly and wanted him to take a seat quickly to enjoy this rare delicacy.

"Why are you just looking at it? Eat it quickly, uncle. I don't know if it suits your taste. This is the traditional practice of Jicheng. It's Stewed noodles. Try it. Isn't it right for your stomach?"

The guide uncle opposite looked at the bowl of thick, rich and fragrant noodles in front of him. Before he ate it, his mouth was very unpromising and secreted a mouthful of saliva.

Although the food culture of the people of Xinjiang is different from that of the Central Plains, in the big moon country, in this country of food, food is regardless of region.

The no longer reserved guest finally picked up chopsticks and stuffed a big mouthful of tough noodles that Gu Zheng repeatedly rubbed, rolled, cut and stretched by hand.

Sweet!

With this mouthful of noodles in the mouth, I swam all over the guide's body.

Warm!

In the cold winter, it's not hot in the mouth and suitable in the throat. It doesn't give off heat until the noodles go to the stomach. It really makes the people who eat it sweat all over their heads and bodies.

The thick brine hung on each noodle, so that people who only eat noodles without soup will not feel that this bowl of noodles is too light.

What's more, the new family moved here should have been the season when the ingredients were most scarce, but in today's bowl of stewed noodles, uncle guide saw no less than three kinds of materials.

The water boiled fungus is as bright as a black pearl in the deep sea,

The soaked dried wild vegetables add a touch of green to the gray winter,

The yellow eggs have long been beaten to pieces. Even if there is only one, they can be hung in the brine of the whole family.

Let alone because of the addition of soy sauce and cooking wine, it has become a light brown but very delicious soup, which makes people have an appetite just by looking at it.

After eating the first bite of delicious food, regardless of the reserved guide uncle, he directly brought up the bowl and pulled up the chopsticks desperately.

The smooth taste makes the noodles, which are getting warmer and warmer, slide down his throat without too much chewing until they fill his stomach, which has been shouting for a long time.

"Burp!"

Even after the guide who ate the three sea bowls swallowed the last mouthful of soup, he scratched his head and asked, "do I eat a little more noodles?"

In order to be afraid of this sincere uncle's regret, Gu Zheng also specially brought the wooden bucket of noodles to the other party's face, let him see the noodles that can be spread at the bottom of the bucket, and then comforted: "don't worry, we're full, you see there's more left."

"Really? You're all full? Great. Give me another bowl."

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