Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1811: Steamed Mushroom Fish
Leave Bird disappeared.
Bu Fang's life has returned to its original state.
Sunrise and sunset.
culinary arts pure cuisines, enjoy the deliciousness brought by nature.
Simple and not artificial.
The mechanical eyes of Whitey are bleak and seem to have become awkward a lot.
Small Eight will occasionally crawl on the head of Whitey, turn the agile chicken head, make a few gurgles, and occasionally shake the chicken **** and run into the field, chasing bugs.
The Bazhen chicken, which was originally very extraordinary, is like a wild pheasant on the mountain.
Bu Fang is very comfortable, or enjoys the life of this salted fish.
When he is bored, he will study various cuisines.
The research on cuisines has become his only pleasure in these days.
Outside the mountain, at Disorderly World.
Various wars continue to occur, and the fierce fighting leads to the flames.
There is no sun and moon in the mountains.
Continuous changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
He has not gone down the mountain for a long time, nor has he gone to the village to change rice.
The white snow drifted down from the sky and landed on the ground in front of the wooden house. The ground was covered with a thick cotton jacket of first level.
Whitey sits in the yard, dazed, as if made of snowmen by snow piles.
Small Eight has a pinch of snow on his head and sprints in the snow.
Bu Fang wore a thick cotton-padded jacket and exhaled.
Gū lū Gū lū.
The flame is getting less, the hot water in the pot is steaming hot.
Bu Fang took a teacup and sprinkled a few strands of fried, burnt black tea leaves.
This tea is a specialty on the mountain, and the output is very small. It was discovered by chance by Bu Fang.
Pour boiling water into a tea cup.
The tea leaves are infiltrated, and the fragrance of the tea itself is diffused, lingering.
The tea leaves are in the cup, spinning around.
The color of the tea has gradually changed from transparent to aquamarine.
It looks very comfortable.
Bu Fang is holding the cup in both hands, wearing a cotton jacket, sitting on the chair, looking at the snow outside.
Day by day, Bu Fang does not know how long he has spent in this mountain.
Oh.
Take a sip of tea, the warmth dispels the cold of the body.
Sitting on a chair for a long time.
Bu Fang returned to the house and took a **** to go up the mountain. Although ingredient on the winter Heavenly Mountain was much less, he did n’t care.
Find ingredient is the fate.
Whitey quietly followed.
a person and a puppet went up the mountain.
The snowy mountains are covered with snow.
It's really difficult to find a good food ingredient in the sky.
Distance.
A snow rabbit is bouncing.
Bu Fang saw it, but didn't move.
He carried the **** and followed the snow rabbit quietly, and the snow rabbit jumped all the way.
Soon I got into the nest, and there were a few rabbits in the nest, and the cute little head was spinning.
Bu Fang smiled slightly.
Looking at it from afar, he carried a **** and walked away in the snow.
In addition to Snow Rabbit, there are many more ingredient on Snow Mountain.
Mushroom is one kind.
The little winter mushrooms are attached to the trunk, and the white snow shakes down, as if it were a blooming flower in a white awn.
Bu Fang is picking mushrooms happily.
Place in the basket.
Every winter, he comes to pick the mushrooms, and the mushrooms are growing the most pleasantly.
After the Bu Fang is picked, the mushrooms will be dried in the sun and spread out, ready for use.
Of course, the mushroom culinary arts is also very delicious.
Plucked winter mushrooms.
Bu Fang did not leave directly.
He walked on the mountain. Soon, an hungry wolf stared at Bu Fang.
Flapping come towards Bu Fang.
The wolf is hungry.
Bu Fang is also hungry.
Whitey is a lot awkward though.
But the slap went down and the wolf couldn't get up.
Bu Fang happily bound the wild wolf and threw it into the back basket, because the back basket was much heavier, so Whitey was carrying it.
It's been very fruitful, and Bu Fang is not planning to go back.
He came to the pond in the mountains.
Pond wrap up has thick ice layer of first level.
Winter fish is the fattest time.
Bu Fang will not let go of such deliciousness.
He cut a hole in the ice, and a few moments later, a few plump fish fell into the basket.
The contented Bu Fang left the pond.
Singing on the song, in the snow, humming song left the mountain.
I have to say that Bu Fang has been singing for so many years, and the level is still not very good.
Back to the house.
Winter daytime is always very short.
It's getting dark soon, and the temperature is getting colder.
Bu Fang burned the fire, treated the fish clean, and the fat fish was patted by Bu Fang.
Remove the dried dried mushrooms from the room. This was the preparation he made in previous years.
The dried mushrooms have a unique fragrance. They are taken from the mushrooms and placed on the processed fish.
Put in the pot and cook together.
Steaming heat rushing up the mountain.
......
Wow, wow!
Shirayuki was crushed.
The sharp light keeps exploding.
The white snow swiftly fell from the tree trunk.
The terrible Blade Energy crisscrosses the dense forest, and countless trees are shattered and shattered ...
Severe gasps resounded.
A silhouette, wearing blood-stained armor, a wide opening on the shoulder, starting from the back and spreading to the waist.
The blood flowed continuously from it.
Sprinkled on the snow, making the snow melt.
The mantle is radiant and his face pale.
This man is climbing hard in the snow.
Looking back from time to time, there were chasers behind him chasing and killing him.
Om ...
One arrow at a time, the arrow exudes a cold awn, like a dead arrow in the night.
Following the rapidly wounded man who was climbing fast.
pū chī pū chī!
Arrows of arrows hit the ground.
White snow flips.
The man ’s pupil shrank suddenly.
A roll of the body, a huge force, rushed from the snow, and the body rotated.
An arrow screamed past and flew past his cheek.
"The only one ... you ca n’t escape! You ’re called the leader of the top ten swordsmen of the empire, such as the escape of the dog of the bereavement, it ’s infamous!"
A faint voice resounded.
Later, in the jungle behind the man.
Assassins in black, walking through the snow.
True Energy broke out on these assassins.
It is extremely fast.
Severely injured man sipped blood.
coldly snorted, continue to climb forward.
The sword in his hand waved violently.
A sharp Sword Energy blasted away, slashing towards the assassins in the distance ...
Several of them reached out their hands at the same time and dropped a sword into their hands.
The sword is raised, pū chī!
Jianhua tears the snowflakes.
With the Sword Energy that came out, collide.
Blade of the sword bends, and huge force bounces off.
Several assassins took a few steps back ...
The sword comes out without traces, and the cultivation base of these assassins are also quite smart.
After all, the man was seriously injured, and the more he urged, the more aura became depressed.
Assassins approached.
Fight against him in the deep mountains, a world shocking.
The ground was covered with blood, and countless trees were cut into nothingness by Sword Energy.
The mountains seem to be shaking!
The collide of the sword and the sword are constantly clanging.
After a long time.
The war is over.
Only a few unrecognizable assassin corpses were left on the ground.
Different shades of footsteps gradually spread toward the depths of the jungle.
The snow is blowing.
The footprints are submerged under the snow.
......
Gū lū Gū lū.
Bu Fang caught the time and turned off the fire.
He opened the steamer, and the hot steam from suddenly surged from the steamer.
The heat in the dark night, like a rolling origin energy bomb, gradually dissipated.
"Good fragrance."
Bu Fang sniffed the fragrance in the air.
The scent of dried mushrooms mixed is scented with fish flesh. The tender fish flesh wrap up is very delicious under the smooth fish skin.
In addition to this steamed fish, Bu Fang also stir-fried a piece of mushroom slices.
Slightly viscous sauce falls, and the mushroom slices seem to shine.
Fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms have completely different flavors.
Bu Fang put the dishes on the table.
Turn around and return to the cabin.
From the good cellar of making, one jar wine was taken.
This is Bu Fang brewing wine, which has been brewing for several years ...
When you are comfortable, you will take a sip.
The deliciousness of this wine makes Bu Fang intoxicated.
He has had a lot of wine in brewing. It can be said that Bu Fang has a deep understanding of fine wine.
But ...
In Bu Fang's view, the previous winemaking used the unique brewing technique to brewing.
But in fact, brewing is emotional.
The intensity of this emotion depends on the brewer.
The former Bu Fang's feelings for winemaking are more apparent.
Of course, even if it is just a trick, it is very amazing.
one jar wine is not big.
It's about the size of a fist.
Bu Fang Le Zizi opened the cover.
The rich aroma of wine diffuses from it ...
......
Duo Wu Wu Shuang is very tired, he feels that his blood is flowing too much ...
He almost fainted.
Finding the fairy road, stepping on the song ...
He is alone and has the time to die.
Sighing, he was helpless.
A generation of sword gods, could it be that is now dying in this deserted mountain?
Lonely wry smile.
Perhaps many years later, future generations will name this deep mountain Wushuang Mountain ... After all, on this mountain, lying on his body is the Musou Sword God.
Distance.
Ignite light.
Flow slowly.
The fire gradually spread in his eyes, and he was a little dizzy.
Dugu Wushuang coughed up blood, and a little blood stained the plum blossoms on the white snow.
Plop.
He knelt down on the ground.
The whole face was buried in the snow.
The messy hair spread on his face, and he could only hear his own gasp and heartbeat.
Dead Ah... ...
Du Gu Wu Shuang sighed.
Suddenly.
A fat chicken fluttered its wings and came out of the snow.
The chicken looked at him curiously for a while.
Turns around his body.
Duo Gu is unmovable, but he can feel the fat chicken.
Suddenly.
The fat chicken stepped on his head with a chicken paw, and actually jumped on his body ...
Duo Gu Wu Shuang almost died without a breath.
Eye rolled.
I can't help it at last.
"Small Eight ... Don't make trouble."
A thin figure, walking out of the fire.
The faint voice resounded.
Lonely and unconscious, he could only feel a cold iron palm falling down, lifting his body like a chicken.
Duowu Wushuang opened his eyes with formidable's consciousness.
suddenly ...
An iron lump rolled over with iron sheets in his eyes enlarged.
Duowu Wushuang was taken aback and passed out.
......
"Whitey, you are scared."
The mouth of Bu Fang is drawn.
In the evening, someone on this mountain actually ran.
He glanced at the wounded man, but Bu Fang didn't die.
Let Whitey take the person back to the hut.
Throw in the yard.
Bu Fang sat in a chair, rubbed his hands, and exhaled.
Ready to start eating.
Fish steamed with mushrooms is absolutely delicious.
Bu Fang has a pair of chopsticks and the fish is tender and fragrant.
The entrance instantly melts like juice ...
One bite of fish, one bite of wine.
The clear wine enters the abdomen like a fire, so that the pores of Bu Fang are all open.
Small Eight swayed around Bu Fang, begging to eat.
After Bu Fang threw a piece of fish to Small Eight.
Poured a glass of wine.
He came to the man who was seriously injured.
Looking at the miserable appearance of the latter, he sighed.
Pouring the liquor into this person's mouth ...