Aning asked curiously: "Brother Wei, is there wine in this?"

Wei Cheng smiled and nodded.

Aning immediately drooled and said, "It smells so good."

Good guy, Wei Cheng doesn't dare to give her a drink. Minors are prohibited from drinking.

The mute uncle, on the other hand, looked at the wine bottle handed over by Wei Cheng and hesitated. This was the first time he had seen such a beautiful wine bottle.

Wei Cheng said with a smile: "This is a courtesy. I just ate your snake gall. This is a gift in return. If you don't drink it, I can't spit it out."

The dumb uncle showed an awkward smile, and after swallowing his saliva, he couldn't help but take a tentative sip of the wine.

"Wow, ahhh..."

His reaction shocked Wei Cheng and An Ning at the same time. An Ning asked worriedly: "Uncle Mute, are you okay?"

The mute old man's face turned red and he shook his head hurriedly, pointed at the wine bottle, and burst into laughter, saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Aning seemed to understand what he meant, and turned around and said to Wei Cheng: "Brother Wei, the dumb uncle said that your wine is the best he has ever tasted, and it is better than the wine sold in the wine shops in the city."

Then she couldn't help but lick the corner of her mouth and looked longingly at the wine bottle in the mute uncle's hand.

Wei Cheng said generously: "Since you like it, I'll give you the rest of the wine. I have another bottle here."

When the mute uncle heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand and declined.

At this time, footsteps sounded from behind, and a female voice was heard: "Uncle Mute, Aning, you can eat now."

Wei Cheng looked back and saw a girl with her face covered by a white cloth standing tall and graceful not far away. She was also looking at him timidly. When Wei Cheng looked over, she hurriedly lowered her head.

Aning introduced: "Brother Wei, that is Sister Hao Niang."

Wei Cheng said "Hmm" and looked at Hao Niang. Sure enough, she vaguely saw a slightly darker scar on her face. The location was a little below the left temple, about two fingers long. The white cloth on her face could not completely cover it.

Block.

When Wei Cheng wanted to look again, she had already turned around and left, her back looking slightly bleak. It was obvious that the scars on her face made her feel very inferior.

Aning pulled Mute Bo and Wei Cheng after him. When the three of them arrived at the gathering place, two large earthenware pots were boiling in the bonfire in the middle.

There is a pot of tiger meat soup and a pot of medicinal soup. Zhang Zhongjing is using a wooden pole to stir in the medicinal soup to avoid burning the bottom of the pot.

At this time, the surroundings were full of people. Hao Dadao was discussing something with a few middle-aged people. When he saw Wei Cheng coming, he nodded politely to Wei Cheng, which attracted several other middle-aged people to ask curious questions.

As a guest, Wei Cheng was given a large bowl of broth, with pork ribs and a piece of plump pork belly.

"Ugh~"

It's not that Wei Cheng is rude, but the smell of the tiger broth is too fishy.

It's just that there's no spices visible to the naked eye. The skin of the meat has not been washed yet, and there are still a handful of burnt tiger hairs on the skin.

Just when Wei Cheng felt like he had no idea what to say, there was movement from Aning beside him.

Wei Cheng looked back and saw the little girl secretly taking the jug from the mute uncle's hand, eating a mouthful of meat and drinking a mouthful of wine. She looked so uncomfortable, just like a little drunkard.

The aroma of the wine was rich, especially with the smell of tiger smell. As soon as Aning unscrewed the cap of the bottle, it attracted the attention of more than a dozen people.

Even the mute man who had already taken a sip couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this time. Not to mention the group of men next to him who were already a little bit drunk just by smelling the taste.

Hao Dadao was familiar with An Ning. He curiously looked over and saw the stainless steel wine bottle and asked, "Is this filled with wine?"

Aning was caught secretly drinking. She didn't know whether it was because she was shy or because she was drunk. She secretly raised her head to look at Wei Cheng. She found that Wei Cheng was looking at her, so she returned the wine bottle to the dumb uncle with embarrassment and sipped her small face.

His mouth looked innocent.

Seeing this, everyone knew that the wine pot belonged to Wei Cheng, but why was it given to the mute uncle? Zhang Zhongjing looked at An Ning, shook his head helplessly, and continued to serve the pot of soup with his head lowered.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the dumb uncle hurriedly handed the wine bottle to Hao Dadao. He seemed to have always been humble, not only to Wei Cheng, but also to Hao Dadao with his head lowered and not daring to look directly at him.

Hao Dadao took the wine bottle and looked at the bottle carefully. The stainless steel material shone dazzlingly in the sun, "This is?"

This was a material he had never seen before. As a blacksmith, he could never imagine what kind of forging could make pig iron emit such a dazzling luster.

Wei Cheng was also a little speechless at this time. He almost forgot that the era he was living in was the Three Kingdoms. How could he explain this?

Fortunately.

Hao Dadao looked at the gorgeous clothes on his body, but he didn't ask in detail. Instead, he took it for granted that it was normal for Wei Cheng to be able to produce ironware of such quality.

This is the crushing that exists between classes. It seems that it is normal for aristocratic families to have any treasures.

The men who smelled the aroma of wine were a little moved at first, but when they saw Hao Dadao returning the jug to the dumb uncle, they all stopped thinking. However, two of them glanced at each other intentionally or unintentionally, and then turned their eyes at the same time.

Place it on the wine flask in the dumb uncle's hand.

Although the mute uncle was mute, he still had good eyesight. When he saw the gazes of those two people, his body trembled and he suddenly felt at a loss.

Seeing this, Hao Dadao frowned and said: "Half a catty, eight taels, you two should be honest. Things are no better than before. Don't eat the snake meat that the mute caught and bully him like before."

Little Aning also glared at the two people.

Seeing everyone pointing at them, the two men withdrew from the crowd in embarrassment.

"Brother Wei, don't you want to eat this broth?"

After drinking the two men away, Hao Dadao happened to see Wei Cheng's bowl still full of soup and asked casually.

He felt a little regretful when he asked. Even without asking, he knew how could a young man from a wealthy family be used to the food in the village.

And because they don't dare to go into the city to replenish supplies these days, they don't even have salt for seasoning.

Sure enough, seeing Wei Cheng hemming and hawing and not knowing how to respond to him, Hao Dadao wanted to slap himself in the face, because he was making himself uncomfortable for nothing.

Wei Cheng also felt miserable. He looked at a few children not far away who were crying and felt very uncomfortable. Just now he saw clearly that the children were given only a small piece of meat, and the rest was soup.

, they finished it in two or three bites.

Looking at the large pieces of meat steak in his bowl, Wei Cheng took a deep breath and said as tactfully as possible: "I just ate at the foot of the mountain. I'm not very hungry now, so let's give it to the children."

Several children were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes widened and they looked at their parents expectantly.

Seeing that there was only one piece of meat in the bowl, Wei Cheng was afraid that it would not be enough. He remembered that there were several packages of noodles in his bag and said, "Wait a minute, I'll cook some noodles."

The Weicheng bag contains not only instant noodles and dried noodles, but also many condiments, including a large bag of edible salt.

The earthenware vat was still burning, and there was still some soup base in it. Wei Cheng poured his own broth into it and said, "An Ning, where is the water? Add some for me and heat it up. I'll treat you to something delicious."

When Aning heard that he was going to cook noodles, he couldn't wait for a long time. He looked at his small bowl reluctantly, poured the remaining soup in it, and said: "Brother Wei, wait a minute, get water here."

inconvenient."

The mute boy pulled An Ning and pointed to a thatched hut in the distance.

Aning's eyes lit up and he shouted happily: "That's great. Uncle dumb, hurry up and bring it over. The food cooked by Brother Wei is delicious."

The mute uncle smiled widely and ran towards the thatched house. After a while, he came over with a wooden washbasin.

There was half a basin of water inside, which was poured into the earthenware jar and burned together.

At this time, Wei Cheng put his hand into his backpack, and with a fierce operation, he took out the noodles without packaging, and took out a jar of salt. The seasoning jar was also made of stainless steel. There was a wine flask in front of him, and a mere seasoning jar.

There is nothing to avoid suspicion.

I estimated that I poured half a can of salt into it, and after thinking about it, I took some other seasonings, chicken essence, soup stock, etc., and threw them all in, along with a small piece of hot pot base.

The fire under the urn was very strong, and soon I smelled a strong fragrance, which was a bit similar to the smell in a hot pot restaurant. The fishy smell of tiger meat was finally covered up.

When Wei Cheng saw that the water was boiling, he threw all the noodles in, picked up the wooden stick on the side and stirred slowly to prevent them from sticking to the bottom.

While he was cooking the noodles seriously, he didn't know that the entire Haojia Village was attracted to him. To be precise, the noodle soup he cooked was so fragrant that the tiger meat in their hands was so fragrant.

There is no taste.

"Brother Zhang, what is Mr. Wei cooking? Why is it so fragrant?" Hao Dadao approached Zhang Zhongjing and asked.

Zhang Zhongjing didn’t know either, but thinking of the instant noodles he had eaten at noon, he took it for granted and said: "This thing is called instant noodles. It is a kind of dry food. It is said to be made of wheat. I don’t know much about the details. You should ask Wei Xiaoyou.

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Hao Dadao couldn't help but swallowed. Damn it, it smelled so good. He had never smelled anything so fragrant in his life.

At this time, Wei Cheng put down the long stick in his hand and said to Aning: "The noodles are familiar, you ask everyone to line up, one bowl per person, there is not much meat in the pot, I have smashed it with a stick, you have to distribute it evenly

."

Aning nodded vigorously and began to greet the adults and children to line up.

The children in the village still listened to her words. They lined up in order from small to large. The child who was greeted held the small bowl full of surprise and took a deep breath, "Wow, it smells so good."

Wei Cheng used long chopsticks made from two branches to serve a bowl of noodles to Zhang Zhongjing and Hao Dadao respectively, and then gave the dumb uncle a bowl, causing the dumb uncle to bend down again to thank him.

Hao Dadao took the noodle, looked at the red oily flowers on it, and smelled it again. He couldn't control his impulse and took a sip.

"It's delicious. It's so delicious. This noodle is extremely smooth and doesn't clog your throat. It must be made from extremely finely ground flour."

To Wei Cheng's surprise, he only took a sip and then controlled the urge to continue sucking. Instead, he shouted to Hao Niang on the side: "Quick, take it to Zhao'er to eat."

Hao Niang looked at the bowl of noodles with a surprised look on her face. Wei Qing saw her swallowing with sharp eyes, then nodded and hurried away with the noodles in hand.

In fact, not only Hao Niang swallowed her saliva, but also the villagers who gathered around her were even more unbearable.

The two men who had just stared at the mute uncle squeezed in again, looked at the broth in their own bowls, and then looked at the noodle soup in the hands of the children, and instantly felt that the broth was no longer fragrant.
Chapter completed!