C39 (1/2)

Fortunately, the weather is still cold, meat can hold, the only thing to prevent is mice. Xiuniang found many empty baskets and put the cut meat into the basket one by one and hung them under the beam, so that the mice could not climb in.

The pig's head and feet let Xue Lang stay. He caught fire, cleaned and scraped, and waited in the pan. Xue Lang asks xiuniang for a clean gauze and goes back to the house to pack the seasoning from licorice --

it's not for the purpose of keeping secret the formula, it's just that he doesn't want to trouble licorice. However, xiuniang and they seem to have misunderstood each other. They think Xue Lang wants to keep secret, and they are all careful.

Xue Lang looked at it, simply did not say much, let them keep the so-called secret.

He fished out the oil dregs and filled a large bowl for xiuniang to take home. The rest, Xue Lang remembered that there was still a little sugar left in the bag. He ran into the house to find it out. One person filled a small bowl of oil residue, sprinkled sugar and ate sweet oil residue.

Wanfu, Changjian and Chimonanthus praecox have long been salivated by the smell of cooking oil. Now there is something to eat. All of them happily take over: ”thank you, Lang Jun, it's delicious!”

Xue Lang also liked to eat this when he was a child, but he couldn't eat more each time, so as to avoid being greasy when he ate too much. Xue Lang looked at the black bamboo with tangled face: ”ink bamboo, do you want to eat it?”

Mo Zhu flat mouth: ”Lang Jun, this is pork boil.”

Xue Lang silently rolled his eyes and said, ”so you don't eat?”

”But it's delicious...”

With that, he took a big mouthful of saliva, hesitated and hesitated in language and action.

Xue Lang was too lazy to pay attention to her again and said, ”you can eat or not! If you don't eat while it's hot, you can't eat it when it's cold! ”

Mo Zhu flattened his mouth to see Xue Lang, and then looked at the delicious Chimonanthus, Changjian and Wanfu. Chang Jian turns around directly, doesn't look at the ink bamboo, concentrates on eating his own, and his mouth is full of oil.

Chiming an honest child, but also warm greeting her: ”Mo Zhu, you quickly taste it, I think it is better than mutton soup.”

Wanfu is simple and simple with a smile: ”our identity, it's OK to have delicious food. Do you still care whether it's a pig or a sheep?”

Mo Zhu looked at this and that, and whispered, ”that Then I'll try one? ”

“……”

Now, even wintersweet ignored her.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to her, he flattened his mouth, picked up the bowl, held the chopsticks, and was ready to take a piece of it. Seeing the white sugar put by Xue Lang in the bowl, he couldn't help saying, ”Lang Jun, you're really spoiling a good thing with such a good cream sugar and pork!”

Changjian couldn't help but say something about Mo Zhu. His eyes were the meaning of ”there is something good that can't stop your mouth” of red fruit fruit. After a look at Xue Lang, he could not help speaking.

When Mo Zhu saw that no one paid attention to her, she lowered her head and ate a bowl. First, she tried to eat one piece, and then she could not help but eat the second piece and the third piece Slowly, the speed of using chopsticks is faster and faster. When her chopsticks are empty, she finds that a bowl has been eaten by her, and her face just shows the expression of regret and disappointment. She looks up and sees Xue Lang looking at her jokingly. She can't help but blush: ”the oil dregs boiled by pork can only be eaten. If it's not Lang Junfang's special cream sugar, I'm afraid I can't eat a mouthful.”

Xue Lang laughed and joked: ”fortunately, you are forced to eat, otherwise, with the speed of bamboo you eat, another two bowls are not enough for you to eat. Lang Jun, I don't care about sugar and oil residue. I'm afraid you will eat too much and get tired of you.”