Du Ruo weighed it briefly and said that it would be better to make braised pork than to have rice wine and pork belly. The hunter worked so hard to help him work, so he had to eat some good food. The horse would run faster with good ingredients, so naturally the same thing for people.

Thinking of this, I rolled up my sleeves, cut them into large pieces and forced blood foam through boiling water, put some vegetable oil in the pot, grabbed the soil sugar cubes sent back by Erxi, boiled them, put them in and stir-fry them, and waited until the bright red sugar color sticks to each piece of meat, mix them into the rice wine in the jar, the rice wine should be about half a finger high from the pork, cover it, boil over high heat, and simmer it slowly over low heat.

This is what Du Ruo learned from his best friend's grandmother. His best friend's grandmother is from Suzhou and is very good at cooking. Especially this braised pork is the best. He often goes to her house for free. When the old man likes to see that he is interested in cooking, he teaches him. For this reason, his best friend even yells that he has taken advantage of it. When the two of them leave the town and come to work in a big city, his best friend often uses this as an excuse to come to his house for free. However, because he is too busy with work, he mostly eats outside and is so tired that he doesn't want to move when he comes home. Usually he orders takeaway, and he rarely makes the meal when he is so busy.

In fact, Du Ruo likes cooking very much. Turning the most common ingredients into delicious food is a kind of happiness for her. If the person who eats it, he will feel more accomplished.

Obviously, the people who ate it was quite popular. Du Ruo looked at Brother Hunter and ate all the dishes on the table like a wind and cloud. He was so happy that he couldn't say anything. Brother Hunter had a very good appetite. He ate four bowls of rice, and only ate two pieces of braised pork on his own, and the rest went into his stomach.

Du Ruo glanced at his big guy. He was so big that he naturally consumed a lot, not to mention that he had done so much work, so he should eat more.

Du Ruo packed up the dishes and chopsticks, then moved a stool to make needles and threads in the shed. She sewed an apron in her hand. The apron was simple and had no technical content. With Du Ruo's current needlework, he was easy to do. In fact, he sewed it yesterday, but she thought that it was better, so she sewed another circle of lace.

Du Ruo sewed for a while, and saw that the clothes on the Hunter's body were soaked in sweat. He put the needle and thread basket on his knee aside, went to the house to take out the cloth towel, and handed it to him: "The weather on the head is hot at noon. You can wipe the sweat for a while, drink a bowl of water, and then do it when it cools down."

The hunter nodded, took the cloth towel from her hand and wiped the sweat, sat on the edge of the shed, took a sip of water, and his eyes fell on Du Ruo. After looking for a while, he couldn't help but say, "What did you sew?"

Du Ruo: "Apron."

Hunter: "What is an apron?"

Du Ruo smiled, put the needle and thread basket aside, shook the half-sewn apron in his hand, stood up, and compared it on himself: "That's it, tie it and cook and do not get dirty." After gesture, he sat down and continued sewing, talking to Brother Hunter while sewing.

"I haven't seen Brother Hunter go up the mountain for several days, and I thought you won't come."

Hunter: "Something has been delayed."

Du Ruo: "I heard Erxi say that there are villages and towns at the foot of the mountain, and I don't know if there are any medicine shops."

Hunter: "Pharmaceutical shop? Are you sick?"

Du Ruo shook his head: "I'm not sick, I want to buy some medicinal herbs to cook."

Hunter: "Medicine is used to cure diseases."

Du Ruo: "Medicinal materials can cure diseases, but some of them can also be used to cook. I just want star anise pepper, cumin, angelica, cardamom leaves. The braised pork I made today. If these medicinal materials are put in, it will be even more authentic. It's a pity that I can't go down the mountain. Erxi and the Blacksmith Brother don't know when to come. If there is a medicine shop at the foot of the mountain, I want to trouble the hunter brother to bring some for me. Wouldn't it be cheap?"

The hunter looked at her in silence for a long time: "Why can't you go down the mountain?"

Du Ruo: "Actually, I don't know much. I'm sick and don't remember much about what happened before. I don't know why I came here to guard the cemetery and couldn't go down the mountain."

Hunter: "How come you don't remember?"

Du Ruo spread his hands: "How can I know?" He buckled his head: "There is something wrong here, but it's okay. At least he didn't become a fool. Sometimes he doesn't remember it, but he lacks many unnecessary worries. Brother Hunter said that this is the case." As he said that, he looked at the half-finished bamboo couch over there and couldn't help but say, "Brother Hunter, you really have the ability. You can even do bamboo couch. With such a skill, you don't have to worry about not hunting in the future and opening a shop. By the way, will Brother Hunter rock the chair?"

Hunter: "Rocking chair?"

Du Ruo took a firewood stick and drew on the ground: "That's it. The legs below are bent, and you can shake it when you sit on it, which is very comfortable." After saying that, he saw that Brother Hunter didn't say anything, and he couldn't help but say, "Look at me, I'm stupid, I'm much more complicated than this one. Brother Hunter can make it. What's the rocking chair? When the bamboo couch is ready, can you bother Brother Hunter help me sit on a rocking chair?"

The hunter looked at Du Ruo for a while and nodded.

Du Ruo cooked dinner early. After dinner, the hunter brother had dinner and helped Du Ruo clean up the yard before going down the mountain.

The next day, Du Ruo still went up the mountain in the morning. He first looked at the hunting clip, then grabbed a female pheasant, and clattered at himself. Du Ruo was overjoyed, pulled the pheasant down and threw it into a bamboo basket, put the clip on it, thinking about whether to ask Blacksmith Feng to make more clips and put a few more places.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Brother Hunter standing on the bamboo forest in front of him and was stunned for a moment: "Why is Brother Hunter so early today?" Seeing the few bamboos cut down from his feet, he couldn't help laughing: "Brother Hunter is going to help me make a rocking chair?"

The hunter nodded, took her bamboo basket, put the dug bamboo shoots inside, carried them in his hand, carried the bamboo, and went down the mountain.

Du Ruo was stunned for a while, before he came to his senses and followed him. Du Ruo felt more and more that the hunter brother was a master. The bamboo on the mountain was thick and heavy, but he couldn't hold a single tree. He could carry a bundle of them at once, as if it was not a bundle of old bamboo, but light cotton. He also helped him carry a bamboo basket and walked on the mountain road, and he could still walk vigorously, without blushing or breathing.

Thinking of this, Du Ruo leaned over and said, "Brother Hunter, you know how to do kung fu, right?" Seeing the hunter lit up, Du Ruo became excited: "Then, then, Hunter Hunter is the kind of martial arts master who can fly and escape from the sky in the world."

Hunter paused and looked at her: "Flying in the sky?"

Du Ruocai remembered that he had read too many martial arts novels and coughed: "Well, I'm kidding, I mean Brother Hunter is very good at martial arts."

The hunter looked at Du Ruo for a while, but didn't say anything and went down the mountain.

Du Ruo scratched his head. This man was even harder to communicate than a mute lady. It was really true that he could die if he said one more word. Thinking about looking at the man on the mountain road, he felt that he was too pretentious and that if he was not easy to communicate, he would not be easy to communicate. As long as he was diligent and able to work, he would be fine.

Thinking of it, I felt very happy. Seeing that the wild flowers were blooming on both sides of the mountain road, I grabbed a handful of them and held them in my hand. When I got home, I put a pottery jar in and washed them. I inserted the wild flowers in my hand, found a soft vine to tie the jar, looked around and planned to hang them on the window.

But he was too short and moved the stool to step on it. He still couldn't reach it. He could only stand on tiptoe. Who would have thought that the stool was a little unstable. After shaking it, Du Ruo fell down with a whisper. Seeing that the pottery jar hit his face, Du Ruo subconsciously covered his face with his hand. Nothing happened. Du Ruo looked through his fingers and saw that the hunter's face was the pottery jar in his hand.
Chapter completed!