Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 125

[Chapter 125 Falling into the mortal world (6)]

Madam Zhou was the only one left in her house, no wonder in this cold weather, she had to go out to pluck wild vegetables for one person to eat.

Because of the little immortal essence that Song Que easily crossed, Mrs. Zhou is now in high spirits, full of energy, and picks up wild vegetables as soon as she returns home. The leaves of this wild vegetable are small and dense, and the rhizomes are thin.

However, Song put down the burden on his back, walked over to help the old lady wash the vegetables together, and cut off the roots by the way.

Mrs. Zhou looked at him with a smile, as if she was looking at her own son and nephew, and said, “Where did the little posthumous come from? He looks really

good.” Song smiled embarrassedly, and said, “Auntie, My name is Song Que. I came from the south. Originally, I learned how to cook from others and became an apprentice for them. Before the basic skills were solid, the master died. The master’s family sold the restaurant and stopped doing this business. I was kicked out by the master’s family, and I only have those bottles and jars in my possessions. Now I’m planning to look around, thinking about learning more vegetables. Auntie, what should you use to make wild vegetables later, just use it as a thank you After your meal, I can’t say that I can still learn to cook wild vegetables.”

Song said this, and went to open the bag specially to reveal the condiments inside. In addition to some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, Song also received some tea leaves, peppercorns, and chili peppers. There were even pickled vegetables and fruits, sun-dried dried shrimp, and some dry goods that were easy to carry.

Mrs. Zhou was really taken aback by his rich collection of goods.

Don’t look at how poor Mrs. Zhou is now, there were times when things were prosperous in the past, and many things were seen even if they were never used. Not to mention the accessories that can be made into dishes, just a bottle of sesame oil over there is very valuable. Thinking about it, it was also the family of this descendant who ignored the cooking and left a line, leaving all these things to him.

Song Que’s experience also sounded unfortunate, but seeing that he didn’t have much resentment and sorrow on his face, he was cheerful and generous, and Mrs. Zhou’s resignation words circled around the tip of her tongue and swallowed it back. She responded cheerfully, and said again: “Little Housheng, some of your things are valuable, are you sure you want me to use them? If you really want me to use them, I will not refuse, but you have to think about it, don’t eat it. After this meal, I didn’t have a good time.”

Song Que smiled cheerfully: “Auntie, don’t worry, I have figured it out. These things are heavy on the back, so naturally you need to use a little bit. If you run out of it one day, I will I will do the coolies and make up for it, and when I have eaten hundreds of meals and learned hundreds of dishes, I can find a place to be a cook with peace of mind.” When Mrs.

Zhou heard his unspoken ambitions, she didn’t hit him, but smiled happily. He got up, pointed at the washed wild vegetables and said: “Then you also have to learn to know the ingredients, this is grown in the wild, but it also has a name, called shepherd’s purse, with your spices, we will make a mixed shepherd’s purse later, to ensure that you can articulate Fragrance.”

Song But smiled: “Then I will wait for your dish.”

Song asked old lady Zhou for directions, went to the nearest place to fetch water, thought about it halfway, and teleported to the city to buy it Two steamed buns, make this steamed bun a little colder, wrap it in cloth, and put it in the clothes on the chest. He originally wanted to make the steamed buns harder, more like dry food prepared in advance, but thinking of the old lady’s teeth, he still didn’t do it. Anyway, Song is now acting very casually, full of mistakes, and there are little tails everywhere, not bad for this one.

Song bought the steamed buns, picked up the water, and filled up the old lady’s water tank. After a closer look, there was not much firewood left. The old lady Zhou started the fire first and put the water in the pot, but Song went to the mountain to bring her a pile of firewood. The old lady Zhou was really stunned, but Song was quick and energetic, and she was still working hard. She hurriedly said, “Don’t do it, Xiao Song. If you keep working on it, you won’t be able to fill your stomach with a pot of wild vegetables.

” But he replied with a smile, “Don’t worry, Auntie, I’m not born hungry.”

When Mrs. Zhou heard it, she thought that he was used to being coaxed by the master’s family to do the work, and that’s why she said that it is not bad to be hungry. Mrs. Zhou cursed the non-existent family in her heart, but said to Song: “You idiot, that’s what they said when they lied to you to work. Come here, don’t do it. This mixed shepherd’s purse looks simple, and there are tricks to it, don’t you want to learn how to cook? Come and watch me make it.”

Song Que paused, but just passed by, Miss Tianluo can wait until the meal is over. Well.

Mrs. Zhou boiled the water halfway, then put the washed shepherd’s purse in the water, and when the water boiled until bubbling and started to chug, she brought a large mesh-like colander and picked up a pot of shepherd’s purse. , after fishing twice, it was clean, and there was not one left. The old lady Zhou said proudly: “Did you see the time for me to scoop and fish? If it is too early, the cooked shepherd’s purse will be old and lose its freshness and tenderness. If it is scooped too early, the shepherd’s purse will not be cooked, and it will be sandwiched between Jerky.”

Song listened, and couldn’t help but nodded: “It seems that my aunt is very particular about cooking.”

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhou laughed at first, then she didn’t know what to think, and she felt a little sad, and finally said with emotion: “It’s not good to pay attention to the name. It’s just that my son is very tongue-in-cheek, I was originally a very indifferent craftsman, but he was forced to be very particular in the end.”

Song did not know what to say for a while, but fortunately Mrs. Zhou didn’t want to wait for him to answer. , After he sighed, he took out the dishes and put the colander on it.

Mrs. Zhou’s bowl was white and flowery, with no patterns on it at all. She usually looked shabby. She put the blanched shepherd’s purse on top, it was lusciously green and fresh and green, and her appetite suddenly increased.

Mrs. Zhou dried the shepherd’s purse for a while, and watched the water drain, then washed her hands, grabbed the shepherd’s purse and put it on the chopping board, and cut it into fine pieces with a knife. The old lady Zhou looked thin, but when she was not hungry, she still had a lot of strength. With such a big kitchen knife, it was no problem to chop pork bones. She was made to fly fast by a thin woman like her, but Song was by the side. Looked dumbfounded.

Mrs. Zhou made a pile of chopped shepherd’s purse, put it in a huge pot, made a pagoda-like shape, wiped her hands, and went to Song Que’s bag to look at it.

The old lady Zhou said to Song Que: “The shepherd’s purse itself has a light taste, and it is a fresh word. Besides the oil, soy sauce and vinegar, it is best to add some incense. You brought these things and think it would be good to add something to it. ?”

Song looked and looked, and picked out the dried fragrant and dried shrimps. The old lady Zhou smiled and nodded to him, and said: “I will put this dried fragrant dried in the old lady myself, and I use less dried shrimp, but it does add flavor, and it is also a fresh word, but it is a river and sea. It’s salty and delicious. I’ll take your light today and add some dried shrimps to this mixed shepherd’s purse.”

Song Que also put ginger and garlic in his bag. If it wasn’t for the onions that are not easy to keep fresh, it’s hard to explain them, but Song Que even included green onions and shallots. want to bring.

Mrs. Zhou shreds the dried fragrant and makes a small handful, grabs it and sprinkles it on the pot of chopped shepherd’s purse, and then grabs a small handful of dried shrimp, and does the same.

The old lady Zhou called Song but brought the ginger, cut it into ginger rice, and sprinkled it into the basin together.

However, Song prepared the sesame oil, autumn oil and white vinegar, and waited for Mrs. Zhou to open it and poured it down from the top of the spire of the shepherd’s purse pagoda. These kinds of seasonings are mixed together, and there is an incomparable fragrance, especially the white vinegar, which is the taste that is brewed by hand. The sour population is full of saliva and appetite, and can’t wait to swallow this shepherd’s purse pagoda.

After finishing this mixed dish in one breath, the old lady Zhou was also a little tired, but she said to Song: “Little Housheng, I am a little tired, come and mix this dish well.

” , It takes some effort to shred and chop with a large kitchen knife.

Song Que answered and was about to go up. He suddenly remembered that there were still two steamed buns in his arms, so he took out the cloth bag and handed it to Mrs. Zhou, saying, “Auntie, we will eat this steamed bun later.”

Elder Zhou . When Tai saw that it was two white-faced steamed buns, his hands became a little soft, as if he was looking at an inconvenient junior, and said, “Xiao Housheng, you are too hands-on.”

Song Que mixed the shepherd’s purse while listening to Mrs. Zhou’s nagging . He scolded him for a while, until he couldn’t lift his head. Song didn’t refute, and just let the old lady Zhou teach him how to live.

When Mrs. Zhou was dry, he poured a glass of water for him and bowed respectfully.

The old lady Zhou was speechless for a moment. She stared at the descendant in front of her. She was sensible and polite, and she was so handsome. She was very patient with such a bad old woman. the fairy home? Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou even remembered the fact that she was so hungry that she fainted when she was picking shepherd’s purse. She said why there are so many shepherd’s purse in this field, it turned out that someone brought it to her specially.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou really asked: “Little Housheng, tell me the truth, where did you come from in the sky? You came to me specially, but what happened to my son?” Song was taken aback by what Mrs. Zhou said. She didn’t know how to reply for a while. She wanted to deny it, but when she heard her son mentioning

her son, she couldn’t help asking: “What happened to your son?”

The wife was like a different person, tears streaming down her eyes, and she said, “My son has been in the army for more than 20 years, and my man died early, and he was just such a single seedling. Joined the army. These damn old men, reluctant to let their son join the army, dragged their only son to join the army. For more than 20 years, I have not received any news from Fenger, and I think about him every day. He is not dead, but my Fenger is such a good child. If he leaves, he will definitely entrust me with a dream and let me see him again. Little fairy, did Fenger entrust you to come? Why can’t he come by himself? “?”

Song, who suddenly lost his vest, was a little overwhelmed, and he didn’t know whether Feng’er was alive or dead, and it was not good to answer the question from Mrs. Zhou. Song Que had an idea, his eyes fixed on the face of Mrs. Zhou, and he calculated it in his mind.

Song Que was completely playing a hooligan. People learned fortune-telling for several years to decades. He used these eyes that were “opened up” in a certain sense to forcibly explore his fate.

Because the person I saw with my own eyes was Mrs. Zhou and not Feng’er, it was a bit troublesome to see Feng’er’s fortune by blood, but the fate of life and death was very clear.

Feng’er was dead, for many years, in a battle. In that battle, thousands of people were killed together, resentment filled the sky, hundreds of ghosts arrived, and they hurriedly tortured people before these grievances had done evil. It was unusual, and there was a chance for wandering souls to choose.

This is the reason why the well-behaved Fenger has no dreams.

He died ignorantly, and ignorantly was seduced to the underworld, and now he might have been reincarnated ignorantly and became a good family, but he didn’t know that his mother was still waiting for him to come home.

[End of This Chapter]