Chapter 176: Mountain Delicate Hot Pot

Lao Yaozi's new home is in the west courtyard of Fatty's house. The newly woven mud walls, the earthen kang in the house have been scattered, and the walls have been pasted in newspapers, so they have been prepared for a long time.

Everyone was very fussed and quickly finished the stuff. The fat man looked at the medicine bottles and medicine jars on the cabinet and said happily: "Uncle Yaozi, if you have a headache or fever in the future, you will get it here."

"Haha, that's not said, but we hope for something good, we can't expect to get sick." Aunt Yaozi was also quite satisfied with this new family, so she liked this fat guy.

The fat man touched the back of his head and then remembered something in his heart: It seems that he has been here for more than a year and has never had a sick life. He hasn't even caught a small cold once. Is that really strange?

"Let's go, we'll go to my house for dinner." Captain Li began to arrange the program.

"Go to my house. My ingredients are all ready, but there is no mutton. By the way, the big copper basin must be used." The fat man vowed to let everyone eat hot pot during the Chinese New Year, so he bought all kinds of seasonings for charcoal and sesame paste.

When everyone left the house, they saw a group of dogs wandering around at the door of Captain Li's house. When they saw a case on the ground, Wang Sanpao was picking the meat.

"I heard that I was so excited about eating. Look at the speed!" The fat man was very happy and suddenly felt like a close friend.

The sheep is not too big, and can produce fifteen or sixteen kilograms of pure meat. It will give some to neighbors, relatives and friends, and you will lose it after a meal. Because it is a lamb, the meat is tender and pink, and it looks like it is appetite.

The owner of the car used his unique skills again, and the meat slices were cut thinly, just like paper. The fat man had already gone home to prepare. When he built a temporary small stove with bricks in the yard, there was a large golden copper basin sitting on it. The basin was thicker than the fat man's body, and it was probably okay for twenty people to eat together.

The fat man walked around the house and cooked two pheasants in the pot. He didn't want to eat meat, but just wanted to drink fresh amounts of soup. He also brought a large piece of pork belly. The domestic goats were basically not fat, so he had to make some pork with three layers and add some oil and water first.

When I came out, Qiqi was standing in the courtyard and looking at the sky: "Fat Uncle, look at the Swallows having a meeting!"

When the fat man looked, he saw that the big tree in front was full of swallows, and all the little swallows in Koshantun seemed to be gathering here.

"I guess they are going to the south." The fat man said, scratching his head.

"Yanyan is leaving-" Qiqi twitched her little face, and she was about to cry. At this time, several little swallows flew over, and Qiqi opened her hand and fell on her arm.

Although swallows are the same in the fat man's eyes, Qiqi can recognize that these are the family under his house, so little tears finally fell.

The little swallows had plump feathers and tails that looked like scissors. They should be able to withstand the baptism of thousands of miles of wind and rain. They turned their dark eyes, pecked on Qiqi's clothes with their delicate little mouths, and then flapped their wings and flew high.

"We must come back next year--" Qiqi waved her little hands vigorously, and a large group of swallows circled around Kaoshantun for a few times, and finally turned into small black dots and disappeared.

The fat man smacked his lips and touched Qiqi's little head: "If Qiqi wants to open up, without the pain of separation today, how can we meet again next year? There is no banquet that will never last forever - then, if you send this piece of meat to Grandpa Sanpao, we will hold a banquet later."

Everyone sat around the yard. At this moment, the sun was drifting, and the autumn wind was refreshing and slightly cool, which was just right for hot pot.

"Why haven't the old webmaster come back yet?" The soup in the pot was already pissed. In addition to the ingredients made by the fat man, Lao Yaozi also selected a few herbs from home and put them in it.

Except for the small red round pellet that was wolfberry, the fat man didn't know anything else. However, this did not affect his thinking: if he really started a farm trip in the future, Uncle Yaozi's craft would also come in handy. I remember that there was not a "medicine box" in Liu Laogen, and his two or five eyes could make medicinal food, let alone Laozi?

Just as he was thinking, the old revolutionary came back from outside the gate, with a basket of mushrooms slung on his arm, and three monkeys followed behind him, one by one, as if they were drunk, and their feet were scattered in the aisle.

"Haha, thank you comrades for your hard work!" The fat man happily greeted him. These days, the old revolutionary led a few young men to the forest to pick pine nuts, and the main force was Maomao and the three brothers.

Although Damao Ermao had never done the job of picking pine towers, he had Maomao as a role model and learned very quickly. The three monkeys jumped on the tree all day long, and were so tired that they were shaking, so the fat man hurried up to express his condolences.

Perhaps because they were too tired, the three brothers did not shout "Serve the people", but rushed to the side of the pot, squeezed onto a bench, and picked up a plate to hold it.

Aunt Yaozi smiled and said, "Fatty, your monkeys are on the table too."

The fat man glanced at Qiqi: "It's all the little girl who is used to it, but I've made an exception these two days. It's quite hard to climb trees and pick pine towers every day."

"Put the meat, the pot is ready." Captain Li was anxious. As soon as the soup rolled, the aroma was emitted. Although the fat man had eaten hot pot a lot before, he really didn't smell it.

Think about it, that hot pot restaurant can use soup made from pheasants, and there are also medicinal ingredients made from old medicines.

"Cook the fatty meat for a while first - don't stretch out your hand, no one wants to eat the monkey claws." The fat man knew that he had basically no experience in eating hot pot, so he started to direct and did not forget to pull the hairy claws aside. Mao Mao blinked his eyes a few times, then grabbed a chopstick, the fermented pork juice from the pestle plate, and then slashed his mouth hard.

Qiqi may eat hot pot second only to fat people, so she brought the bowl and prepared dipping sauce for everyone one by one, sesame paste, fermented bean curd, and the leek flowers that Aunt Li pickled, and the spicy ones that she is willing to eat. Of course, Maomao didn't have this on their plate.

The old revolutionary was also happy when he saw the steaming big copper basin: "You can eat hot pot, just copy these yeast mushrooms and eat them."

The fat man had already prepared a lot of mushrooms and wild vegetables, and shouted, "Old webmaster, don't have to be busy anymore, these are enough to eat."

"I don't know what kind of mushrooms you have, they are all pine, mushrooms, grass mushrooms, I'm the yellow mushroom."

The fat man leaned over and saw that the mushrooms in the basket were indeed unique, with yellow umbrellas and white handles, crystal clear, the size of a teacup. When he leaned over and smelled them, he smelled them, and the fragrance was extremely fragrant.

"Why haven't you seen this mushroom before?"

"You have never seen many things. This chanterelle mushroom is also called Yuan mushroom. It is not like other mushrooms growing on the ground, and it is specially grown on linden trees and oak stumps. It must grow after autumn. The colder the better." The old revolutionary taught the fat man another class on fungi plants.

Aunt Li and Da Braidi went into the house to pick mushrooms. Yuan Mushrooms were cleaner and were more careful when picking them, so they didn’t have any dirty things, so they just poured them into boiling water.

The fat man picked up a spoon, tasted the soup, and smacked his lips hard. The first feeling was fresh, and the second was fragrant. In addition to the original flavor of the chicken soup, there was also a faint medicinal fragrance, as if the spiritual energy of the entire mountain was nurturing it.

"Put the meat and start eating!" The fat man gave the order. Everyone picked up chopsticks, picked up the mutton slices and rinsed them into the pot. The thin slices of meat were immediately rolled up, dipped in a little seasoning, put them in their mouths and chewed. It was extremely tender. Even Master Li Wu's bad teeth would not affect at all.

Qiqi first picked up a few slices of meat for Maomao and then ate one, and immediately smiled with joy: "Uncle Fat is so skillful, it is better than the hot pot I used to eat."

The fat man was afraid that the little guy would be happy and said he would leave his mouth, so he quickly pointed with his chopsticks: "Pick up meat for Maomao and them."

Seeing that everyone had eaten a few bites, the fat man picked up the wine glass: "Uncle Captain, you have a few words." After all, today is a welcome to Lao Yaozi, so the captain should also speak.

Captain Li was busy working: "Tell me, Master Wu."

Master Li Wu was holding a small wine cup and clinking glasses with the old revolutionary: "Fatty, tell me."

When the fat man saw that he was busy eating and drinking, he stood up with his glass of wine: "Uncle Yaozi, Aunt, we have a long time to go." After saying that, he took a sip of wine, and then quickly picked up a chopstick of mutton. Good guy, the basin was almost over.

"Uncle Captain, this meat is a bit insufficient, why can you just hold one to death? If this is - hehehe." The fat man saw Captain Li's chopstick head coming over and hurriedly stopped.

"Stupid brat, I'll hold you to death later." Captain Li turned the chopsticks and reached into the pot.

"Put some mushrooms first." The old revolutionary picked up the spoon, scooped the Ziyuan mushrooms and threw them in, and put them in the big bramble.

When everyone sucked it, it was even more quaint than meat. The Yuan mushroom was smooth and dipped in soup and oil, and it was indeed not inferior to mutton at all. Especially Li Wuye, it was more comfortable to eat and did not stuff the teeth at all.

The fat man found a large basin, put the cut shredded ginger into it, then poured half of the soup, each person took half a bowl, and then added the soup to the pot and slowly boiled.

"There is no meat or vegetables, the fat man uses the soup to fool us." Wang Sanpao was drinking the soup while joking. In fact, the soup tasted even more, and the table was filled with sucking sounds.

After eating until their eyes turned dark, everyone was happy. They put on their clothes and went into the house to have tea. Just now, the men took off their arms. The fat man thought to himself: This mountain delicacy hotpot must be carried forward in the future.

While drinking tea and chatting, Lao Yaozi said, "I'm in a hurry to come. There is another thing that can pick a crop of medicinal materials before freezing. In the year, only the medicinal materials are the best in spring and autumn, the qi of plants and trees in spring is the most powerful, and the medicinal materials are the most solid after autumn, which is suitable for digging rhizomes and fruit species as medicine."

"Okay, every family is basically finished, and all the women in the village are under your command. As long as your brother and sister have no objection, it will be done." Captain Li was in a relaxed mood and rarely joked.

"Then do it this way. Uncle Lao Yaozi, Uncle Sanpao, you will lead the women to the mountain to collect herbs. Uncle Boss and I will lead the men to build a goose factory in Nanwazi. We will do another big fight just before winter." The fat man was drunk and filled with passion, and spitting out the stars far away.

Just as I was talking excitedly, someone outside shouted: "Brother Fat, just count your voice, and you can hear you quarrel from afar - what delicious food is so delicious, so leave me some!"

The fat man heard the sound familiar, and couldn't help but grab the back of his head: "Another voice comes." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a person breaking in from outside, holding his big braid, jumping and jumping. Who else could it be if it were Ye Ying?
Chapter completed!