The farmhouse restaurant of the dandy young master

Chapter 30

Hearing this, Huaxi smiled, "Just good? Since you're here, why don't you stay for lunch?"

Nangong Rongjin couldn't help but think of Hou's ministers in the Yishi Pavilion. Their jaws probably dropped from shock at this moment, and they surrounded Yuge to ask questions.

Thinking of this, the words that were on my lips to refuse turned into, "What to eat?"

"Tie up your horse, let's talk when you come in." It's hot, so I naturally want to eat something cool.Liangpi is not uncommon in the market.Huaxi wants to make mung bean cold skin, but the mung bean needs to be soaked and ground, so it will not be able to make it for a while.It's a pity that the preserved egg is not ready yet, otherwise it would be good to make a preserved egg tofu.But it can also be replaced with marinated eggs.

Ma Qing'er was still on guard, leaned close to Hua Xi's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Who is he? Your friend?"

"Do you still remember the wild animals I brought back? They were all hunted by him."

Ma Qing'er was stunned for a moment, and then with an expression I knew, he said, "How can there be such a stupid hunter who kills the prey and doesn't take it away. It turns out that someone was quick and took it away one step earlier."

"You? What kind of expression is that, you? Did you eat?" Ma Qinger choked on Huaxi's words. Ma Qinger rubbed her nose and looked at him several times with complaining eyes, which hurt herself Have become? Partners.

"Pour chrysanthemum tea for the guests." Hua Xi raised his hand and patted Ma Qing'er, then turned his head and made a gesture of invitation to Nan Gong Rong Jin who walked in with his head high.

Nangong Rongjin just glanced at the rattan chair, then sat on it without hesitation, and looked at Huaxi unscrupulously, "You're dark."

When I really saw Huaxi, it was mostly at night. Although I could see the facial features clearly, it also affected my vision because of the night. At that time, my skin was still fair and translucent when I met him in the teahouse. As for yesterday he Just look at the back...

Huaxi's eyes lit up, and he touched his cheeks with joy, and his attitude was not too good, "I'm going to vomit blood if you don't get tanned like this. You? Sit down, and I'll give you some delicious food."

So happy to be tanned?Nangong Rongjin looked at Huaxi, who was obviously in a good mood, with a strange look in his eyes.

Ma Qing'er came over with a large bowl of chrysanthemum tea, put the tea on the table while keeping a certain distance from Nangong Rongjin, and returned to Xiang'er without saying a word, continuing to wash the eggs.

Xiang'er couldn't help being curious, and frequently looked at the strange man sitting in the shed, especially the golden mask on his face, whispering to Ma Qing'er, "Little uncle, that's made of gold." mask?"

"It should be, don't look around, let Huaxi provoke him, let him treat him himself, let's leave it alone." Ma Qing'er stretched out his hand to block Xiang'er's sight, and he himself abided by his duty and never peeked.

All the vegetables harvested in the morning were in the kitchen. As soon as Huaxi walked in, he was overwhelmed by a wave of heat. He waved his hand to drive away the suffocating heat in front of his eyes. He saw a plate of tofu on the side of the stove. He took one piece out of a plate, and some potatoes and two marinated eggs, and then said to Mrs. Liu: "Just steam the tofu today, and I'll make the sauce."

Mrs. Liu was frying the pork liver on a high fire, and when she heard Huaxi's words, she took the time to let out a hey, as if she had heard it.

After leaving the stove, Huaxi went straight to the small stove in the yard, lit a fire, poured some water into the pot, placed a cross on the bottom of the pot with chopsticks, put the tofu to be steamed on, and covered it ?cover.Then cut the marinated eggs into slices and set aside for later use.

Finally, the potatoes that were taken out were peeled, then cut into small pieces and mashed, put into a stone mill and poured water to grind, and the mixed white pulp flowed out, and the slag was filtered out with a white cloth, and the rest was left to wait for the potato pulp to stand in the basin .

Huaxi put the basin on a high place, turned around and went into the stove again, took soy sauce, chili millet, vinegar, minced ginger and garlic, put them into a large bowl, added sugar, stirred well, and finally put some chili oil, the sauce was ready .

He thought that there was still a lot of stinky tofu left, so he fried them all together.

Looking at Huaxi's busy work back and forth, how many times did you want to? Roll up your sleeves, stop when you grab the sleeves, then put your hands down with a depressed face, pull the neckline while frying and fanning, sweat beads from time to time It dripped down the forehead, slid over the cheeks, and then fell on the skirt of the chest, forming an infected flower.

Nangong Rongjin was fascinated unconsciously, and his throat didn't feel moving. He never knew that a person who cooks food looks much more attractive than food.

At noon, and in front of the frying pan again, Huaxi was so hot that he wanted to peel off his skin. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, "Ma Qing, you? Come and continue frying, and I'll go change my clothes."

Ma Qing'er took a look at Huaxi, wiped her hands on the apron, and then took over Huaxi's work.

Huaxi almost ran into his room, took off his clothes two or three times, picked out a pair of obscene pants with scissors, cut them into a pair of trousers, and put them on directly.He was looking at his hands, and at a glance he saw a red mark just below the elbow.

This is the legendary Shougongsha.

He stared at it for a while, then cut the trouser legs into strips of cloth, wrapped the unsightly mark around it, and tied a knot.Only then did I continue to rattle my own clothes.

The sleeves of an inner garment were also cut off in half, making it look like a half-length sleeve. Only half of the small arms like lotus roots were exposed, forming a strong color difference with the color of the face.

But he couldn't care about these things. It was impossible for him to show his whole body in the sun with his chest and back exposed.

The upper and lower important parts of the whole body are covered, but it looks particularly nondescript. If he goes out like this, not only Zhang will be impatient, but he will also be unable to pass the hurdle in his heart. It will really damage his image.

Finally, he found a light fabric similar to a skirt in the closet, gritted his teeth, and put it on, at least his legs were covered.

Mrs. Zhang was so busy in the kitchen that she didn't have time to talk to Huaxi, let alone take a look back.Huaxi walked out so smoothly.

Nangong Rongjin, who was always paying attention to Huaxi, was the first person who was lucky enough to see him, a subtle change occurred in his eyes, the fundus of his eyes quickly darkened for a few minutes, and his eyes never moved away from Huaxi's body.

Ma Qing'er's vision was greatly impacted, and the stinky tofu she scooped up fell back into the frying pan.If Ma Qinger could read and write, he would definitely describe Huaxi with two words: deviant and dissolute.

Ma Qing'er didn't care about picking up the stinky tofu in the oil pan, so she took off her apron and rushed over, blocked by Huaxi's arm.

"There is a man here, you? I don't know. You? What kind of clothes are you changing here? Why don't you go into the house and change."

"You can bear it, I'm not resistant to heat, you? Look, am I blocking it? All right, you? Go fry your stinky tofu." Huaxi deliberately tied Shou Gongsha's arm Show it to Ma Qing'er, and wave to drive people away. The fire on the small stove has started to steam, and the tofu should be steamed soon.

"Hmph, I don't know good people, so I don't care about you? Don't cry when you regret it. I won't sympathize with you." Ma Qinger flicked the apron in her hand and went back to the snack cart angrily. .

No matter how much they say, they can't change their deep-rooted thoughts, so Huaxi is even more lazy to waste words and not do that useless work.

Huaxi lifted the lid of the pot, and the fragrance of tofu wafted out instantly.

It seems to be steamed.

He carefully took out the plate with the cloth, and brought it directly to the stone table in the straw shed, then went back to get the sauce and the sliced ​​marinated eggs, and then placed the sliced ​​marinated eggs on the tofu. , and then poured? Sauce.

Even if the tofu with sauce is done?

"When my preserved egg is ready, why don't you try preserved egg tofu, it's definitely the top quality cold dish." Huaxi handed it over with chopsticks, and looked at Nangong Rongjin expectantly in his eyes.

Nangong Rongjin stretched out his hand slowly, but grabbed Huaxi's wrist in one fell swoop, and said with a slight movement of his throat, "Why?"

Huaxi blinked in confusion, "What?"

The eyes under the mask are deep and bright, "Are you trying to get my attention?"

Huaxi screamed strangely: "What?"

"Although this trick is clumsy, it is foolproof. Yes, you have succeeded."

"What?" Huaxi could have heard the clue from the other party's words, and immediately widened his eyes.

The corners of Nangong Rongjin's mouth overflowed with a self-proclaimed see-through laughter, "It's not shameful for me to see through."

"What kind of foreign language do you speak? I don't understand it. Please, let it go. If you want to eat it, eat it. If you don't eat it, go away." What kind of novel did he fall into? Why don't men have any brains? A normal one.

Nangong Rongjin thought that this was his last struggle, or that it was a more appropriate disguise, so he simply made it clear.

"I agree with you? Get close." The condescending eyes, the confident tone of voice, and the nice curve of the lips made Huaxi angry.

"Fart, let me go. I don't even dare to show my true face. I know you. Who is it? I need you. I agree. There should be a limit to being passionate." Huaxi never dreamed of changing it. His identity has become the sweet spot in a man's eyes. The more he thinks about it, the more annoyed he becomes, and the anger on his face grows stronger, and the fire in his eyes splatters everywhere, making Nangong Rongjin visibly startled.

Did he read wrong?

Huaxi took the opportunity to break free from his confinement, flexed his wrist, and his face was filled with displeasure, "This is the dish for today, if you like it or not, if you don't eat it, then go." , What a disaster.

Originally, if there was no? Now that it came out, he still wanted to give him a taste of the whole jelly, which is a whole ghost, right?

Ma Qing'er, who had finished frying the stinky tofu, put the plate on the table without hesitation, pulled Huaxi back hard, and consciously stood in front of him.

When Nangong Rongjin grabbed Huaxi's wrist, Ma Qing'er saw it. If he didn't want to teach Huaxi a lesson, he would have rushed over with the frying pan.

Nangong Rongjin narrowed his eyes slightly, tried his best to balance his breath, leaned back, seemingly casually picked up the chopsticks that fell on the table, stirred the tofu a few times, ignored Ma Qinger, and stared at Huaxi with cold eyes , the tone sank: "Just give me this?"

"Last time? You? You said it yourself? You're not picky eaters, so you're going to slap me in the face now?" Hua Xi cast a cold look, didn't he have a good face.

The author has something to say: it can be regarded as a make-up~Crying, I will make changes from time to time when the inspiration comes, but now let me stay put for a while.