Chapter 347 Jingmei
This underworld ghost boat is really magical. Although the singing and dancing in the boat have an indescribable spooky meaning, the kitchen is very different. It does not lack the atmosphere of human fireworks. , pots, pans, copper cauldrons and casseroles are all available.
I don’t know who prepared these ingredients, they are all fresh.
It takes some time to cook rice and make a fire.
Fang Geyu said he was hungry, so he must be really hungry.
Bai Lian simply made it simpler, boiling one red and one white soup, which is called Yuanyang Hot Pot. It is the most common common food in Zhongyou, Yuanyang Hot Pot.
Looking at Bai Lian who was laying out the dishes and tableware, Li Jiujiu felt as if he was in a dream. He was looking at the dishes on the table that were full of color, aroma and taste. He was simply fascinated by this unworldly man. The fairy's character changed greatly, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is there any wine?"
Bailian Looking up, the tip of her snow-white nose was still stained with a little kitchen ashes, which added to her cold face with a human touch. He smiled, took out two jars of wine from the food box, and said: " Don’t be greedy.”
Li Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, almost dizzy from the smile.
Does Su Jing also know how to laugh?
And it looks so damn good when you smile.
Li Jiujiu lowered his head with a red face, and responded obediently. His original idea of deep hatred had been forgotten long ago.
A charcoal fire was burning under the casserole, the river water outside the boat was trembling, and the wind was silent.
But there was warmth inside the house. It was a rare peace in the ghost mountain.
The female ghost playing the pipa outside was no longer singing silently. Her hoarse and slightly magnetic voice disturbed the darkness of the night.
Bai Lian naturally took the small bowl from Fang Geyu's hand. They had almost eaten together all the way to Xianling City, and they knew Fang Geyu and Lin Yuan's food preferences very well.
He knew that Fang Geyu ate hot pot and liked dipping sauce, and it was a sweet and slightly spicy sauce.
After the sauce is mixed, add sesame oil and minced green onion, brush two thin layers of mutton belly into the pot of non-spicy black-bone chicken soup, put it into the bowl, and then return it.
Fang Geyu took the small bowl and looked at the two pieces of mutton in a daze for a moment. He raised his eyes again and looked at Bailian. A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and she also He cooked a piece of mutton in a spicy pot and put it to his lips.
Bailian lifted his chopsticks and pressed them gently, saying: "I won't eat this."
It’s not that I don’t want to eat, it’s that I can’t eat.
Fang Geyu's eyes wandered, half-smiling: "Seriously you don't want to eat?"
Smelling the aroma of mutton and soup pot, Balian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was occupying the It's Su Jing's body.
Su Jing is a human being who does not need to drink blood to stay alive.
She can eat meat and drink soup.
So everything on the table can be eaten by him right now?
Seeing him stunned, he seemed unable to react.
The smile on Fang Geyu's lips gradually faded, but his eyes became softer. His tone was a bit coaxing, and he said: "How can you know how it tastes if you don't eat it? Be good, open your mouth and taste it."< br>
Li Jiujiu, who was holding an empty bowl and biting his chopsticks, was shaken to the core by the sound of "good boy".
Damn it, Su Jing is extremely abnormal tonight.
Fang Geyu, when will you ever be able to show such a gentle expression?
Bailian lowered his head and ate the piece of meat. The thick warmth and spiciness pressed on the tip of his tongue. It was the long-lost five flavors of the world. The very warm taste returned to his stomach when he ate it. Slight sourness and loneliness. Li Jiujiu looked at this tender scene and suddenly felt envious. He sighed softly and said, "It would be great if Xiao An was here."
She also wanted to feed him meal.
The corpse demon man who eats two mouthfuls of meat, then pulls open his collar in a coquettish manner and feeds her blood will definitely be more showy than these two women.
Balian almost choked at her sudden words.
Fang Geyu took back his chopsticks calmly and lowered his head to eat.
Why do you have the illusion of stealing her man in front of the real owner?
What’s even more frightening is that Li Jiujiu still has a beautiful smile like “I wish you all the best.”
The vegetables were fresh, the meat was plump, the fish and shrimp were smooth, and the fruits were sweet. When it was time for the rear patrol, Bailian and Fang Geyu couldn't hold back and drank a few glasses of wine with Li Jiujiu.
It is said that friendship is built over a glass of wine, especially on this bone-chilling Xiao Wangchuan River, where the steaming heat fills the room with the spicy smell of hot pot.
Bailian has never had such a hearty and hearty meal since he regained consciousness. His body is no longer cold and lifeless. He has filled his stomach with hot soup and boiling beef and mutton. All are warm.
He has never been a good drinker. After drinking Yin Baishuang's Ni'er wine, he fell asleep for a long time. Now that he had three to four or five glasses of wine in his stomach, he discovered that Su Jing was actually a drunkard. 's physique.
That’s great.
Sister Lin Yuan once said that if Fang Geyu was not allowed to drink, something would happen to her if she drank. Balian remembered this and only allowed her to have one drink.
It turns out that her drinking capacity is really bad, and she can't drink even the slightest touch of a glass of wine on her lips.
Although I was in high spirits, I couldn’t sit still. I was shaking so hard that I had to crawl onto Balian’s lap and curl up like a cat. The ribbons and silver chains that tied my hair were Pull off the jewelry and throw it aside.
The dark and beautiful long hair was spread on both sides of her shoulders, but she did not go drunk and set fire to the boat as Sister Lin Yuan said.
Huddled there obediently, a small one, neither noisy nor fussy, with a rosy complexion, lowering his head and sipping the wine in the glass in small sips.
Sometimes she would choke on the spiciness of the drink, and she would look back, raise her misty eyes, and gently tug on Balian's sleeves. She no longer had the usual arrogance and domineering attitude of the young lady. Ordering the taste was actually mostly a coquettish show, thinking about what dish she wanted to eat and asking him to feed her.
Baili An never expected that the drunk Fang Geyu would be so well-behaved.
The drunk Fang Geyu ate very irregularly, like a child with a leaky chin when eating. When Bailian picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and fed her to her, there would always be a few drops of oil stains. It splashed lightly on his snow-white sleeves, making it very eye-catching.
"I mean Jingmei..." A warm arm came up without hesitation and hugged Bai Lian's shoulders affectionately. Li Jiujiu's face turned red, and his eyes were filled with tears. He was full of confusion and drunkenness, and his speech was a little unclear.
Although she drank a lot, she also had a certain temper. She drank most of the two jars of wine by herself.
At this moment, the stamina was building up, and his mind began to become unclear. He completely forgot about Su Jing's past behavior, and started to rub his butt.
Balian's fingers were slightly clenched, and he had a severe headache.
Jingmei?
What the hell is this name?
Bailian had no choice but to take out a clean hand towel, wet it with water, cool her cheeks, and said in a low voice with dissatisfaction: "Don't shout random names, who is your sister Jing?"< br>
Li Jiujiu burped and showed a malicious smile. Perhaps he had become emotional after drinking, and Su Jing's face was no longer a deterrent to her due to her drunkenness.
She even gibbered confidently: "Fang Geyu is my friend, I am older than her, she is my sister, you are hers but not the one above, I can't call you brother-in-law, Su Jing The title is too harsh, so Jingmei is better."
(End of this chapter)