MTL - Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom-Chapter 19 Spicy Fresh Fragrance Boiled Fish

At noon, the sun is like fire.

There are six stoves outside the nest.

Shen Rong and the others polished the smooth stone pot, cleaned it, and placed it on the stove. The marinated meat is poured into a stone pot with oil, and within a short time, the tempting charred meat smell spreads out.

Xylophone waved the spatula, stared at the double-eared stone pot in front of him with fiery eyes, and said to Gen: "Gen, you have to go to the rocky beach when you have time. Chang Xia said that it is more convenient to cook fried meat and vegetables in a stone pot. If a stone pot is missing, you go to the rocky beach to pick a few stones and polish them into a stone pot."

The reason why she asked Gen to pick a few more stones.

The purpose was the same as Chang Xia asking Yadong for red sandalwood, he wanted to polish a stone pot for Wu Ye. Chang Xia sent furniture, and another stone pot at home.

"In the afternoon, I will go to the rocky beach." Gen Ying said.

He had lived with Xylophone for decades, and when Xylophone asked him to quarry stones, he had guessed what she was thinking, and nodded in agreement without saying a word.

"Changxia, where is the red sandalwood?" Yadong shouted. While Changxia and the others were cooking the fried meat, Yadong Shankun went back to the tribe and moved the red sandalwood that Yadong had hoarded. At the same time, there is also a warm spring with a belly.

She carried the basket on her back, and Shi Shiran followed behind Shan Kun and the two.

Nanfeng saw Nuanchun from a distance, and stepped forward to take her basket.

"Find a cool place to put it, don't expose it to the sun." Chang Xia replied.

"Okay!" Yadong carried the red sandalwood on his back and threw it in the shade of the beast's nest. Suddenly, the ground shook a few times.

Chang Xia didn't know much about wood.

However, looking at the beautiful cross-section of the red sandalwood, I was in a good mood.

"Warm spring, sit down."

Admiring enough, Chang Xia waved to Nuan Chun, motioning her to sit casually.

Nuan Chun pointed at the basket that Nan Feng took over, smiled and said, "I brought you some yellow skin root pieces. I simmered it with meat and ate it. It tastes glutinous. I think... you should like it."

"Really." Chang Xia walked over happily, took out the yellow bark root piece in the back basket, took a closer look, oh! This yellow bark is actually a yam. Immediately, Chang Xia said excitedly: "Nuanchun, this yellow bark root is a yam, where did you find it?"

Tribal females go out to pick and collect every day.

Like shepherd's purse, cabbage, green cabbage, etc., they are collectively called wild vegetables. Kohlrabi, peanuts, etc., are uniformly called root pieces.

When stewing meat, put wild vegetable roots together.

That taste, Chang Xia's scalp felt numb after eating it once.

But before, my body was too weak to eat, so I had to bite the bullet. Otherwise, you can only drink rice flour paste.

Chang Xia raised an opinion—

It's a pity that she, a cub who has been bedridden all the year round, has no right to speak at all.

As an adult, it is said that if you get married, you will be able to live independently.

Chang Xia thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Marriage is indeed scary, but compared with the daily food, Chang Xia thinks that marriage may not be so scary.

So, she happily followed Gen and the tribe to the Normandy Grand Bazaar.

"Yam, this name is indeed better than Huangpigen." Nuan Chun held his stomach, leaned back, opened his mouth and said, "The bushes are against the wasteland of pine trees. I dug it on the edge of the wasteland."

"Changxia, yam is delicious?" Nan Feng said briskly.

Chang Xia nodded, opened his mouth and came, saying: "Yam stewed meat, yam hot pot, stir-fried. No matter how you eat it, yam tastes very good. Like some elderly people in the tribe who are not in good health, eating yam is good for the body. "

this explanation.

Not to mention Nanfeng's few foodies are excited, even Geng and Xylophone can't wait to go to the wasteland of the bush immediately.

"In the warm spring, how many yams grow in the wasteland of the bush?" Xylophone asked eagerly.

Nuanchun thought about it for a while and replied, "There are quite a few. I accidentally dug up a yellow bark root block last year in the cold season, which is yam. This year's warm season starts, so I dug some more."

"Okay, okay." Xylophone was excited.

Geng nodded to Nuanchun and said, "Tomorrow, I will tell the clansmen who go out to pick and let them go to the bush to dig yam."

"Patriarch, the best time to pick yam should be the cold season." Chang Xia said. The yam is usually excavated from November to December. Considering that the Twilight Forest is different from the earth, she is a little uncertain.

"Changxia, you can also pick it at this time of year. The yam in my back basket was picked two days ago, and the taste is soft and glutinous." Nuanchun said.

Chang Xia picked up a yam and looked at it a few times.

Warm Spring is right, the yam did not germinate, and the reed head did not grow pearl buds. Chang Xia suddenly remembered the ginkgo fruit all year round, and suddenly lost his mind.

"That afternoon, let's try stewing some yam with meat." Chang Xia didn't hesitate any longer, and decided to add another dish for the afternoon.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed in agreement.

I learned that there is delicious food at noon.

Xylophone Nanfeng took over Chang Xia's job of cooking fried pork and asked Chang Xia to prepare lunch.

Nuanchun held her stomach and followed Changxia. In her words, she wanted to learn from Changxia. Whether it is a Hui tribe religious person, or go home and do it yourself, it is a very timely choice.

After listening, Chang Xia didn't stop Nuan Chun from helping.

Let Shen Rong go to Baihu Lake to get fish and shrimp, and Chang Xia brought Nuan Chun to pick up and clean up the food sent by the clan. Except for a part of the meat, the rest is made into fried meat.

Wild vegetables, rhizomes.

These are what Chang Xia wants to rummage most.

Sure enough, she quickly found the baby.

Chili, Chang Xia found a bell pepper the size of a fist. Picking it up, a pungent smell rushed to the face, and Chang Xia smiled very happily.

To be a vegetarian all the year round, for Chang Xia, who grew up in southern Hunan, it is simply inhuman. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

When she found chili peppers, she quickly found delicious condiments such as Chinese prickly ash and cinnamon. Chang Xia found cabbage and radishes in the wild vegetables. She was not surprised, after all, she had eaten them all. It's just that the cabbage radish in Twilight Forest is twice as big as what she's seen before.

"What's this choking?" Nuan Chun covered his mouth and nose, took two steps back, and said in surprise, "This taste is more irritating than **** and garlic, are you sure it can be eaten in Chang Xia?"

Vaguely, she seemed to be using this thing as medicine.

As for the taste of warm spring, I feel terrible even thinking about it.

"Chili, this taste is spicy. Next to it are Chinese prickly ash and dried tangerine peel. These can be used in dishes." Chang Xia said excitedly. Praise the tribe, it seems that there are people in the tribe who like to hoard as much as they do.

However, she was surprised that there would be peppers this season.

The prickly ash and other things are dry, they should have been picked and hoarded by a certain clan before.

The cabbage and radishes are wilting. At a glance, you can tell that they were collected and stored in the cold season last year. In comparison, fresh wild vegetables taste better at this time of year.

However, Chang Xia didn't dislike it at all.

Naturally, the more food, the better.

When the kiln is built, she must build more cellars.

Everyone in the distance smiled when they listened to Chang Xia's explanation. Although they were curious how Chang Xia knew all this, no one really asked.

"Changxia, do you still eat fish **** at noon?" Nanfeng asked.

Chang Xia shook his head, waved the chili peppers and other items on his hands, and said loudly, "At noon, we will eat boiled fish."

Speaking, Chang Xia couldn't help swallowing.

Spicy and fragrant boiled fish, soft and delicious yam stew, fried meat and fried wild vegetables. Then let Shen Rong get a barbecue, and the fish and shrimp are stewed and steamed directly.

Soon, Chang Xia decided in his mind the menu for the afternoon meal.