The Urban Successor of God of Gluttony Chapter 427: The turtledove is gone
"Streptopelia! I haven't eat streptopelia in years, this is a good game!"
Yang's sister may be really hungry. She looked at the turtle dove in the tree, and there were saliva in the corners of her mouth.
"Don't talk, watch me catch them!" Meow meowed.
"Miao Miao girl wait!" Yang Zhenling stopped Miao Miao: "These turtle turtles are all tied with red ropes on their legs. This should be the turtle turtle who has the owner. This is not wild game! If you really want to eat them, the prophet will have to speak to the host."
"Brother, this deep mountain old forest, where is there any family?"
Yang's sister looked at Yang Zhenling with dissatisfaction.
"Don't say it, there should be someone here!"
Yang Zhenling stretched out his hand and saw that the smoke was rising in the corner of the mountainside.
"On the other side of the mountain, if you go there, the way back will be farther away! What’s more, they are all hungry now. Do you have the heart to make your noble hungry?" Road.
"It's okay, we are not hungry."
Although she was called the elder sister, but this pot of meows is not memorized, she looked at the younger sister of Yang family and smiled happily.
"Sister, you hate it!"
With a fierce glance, Yang Jiamei turned to Yang Zhenling.
"Well, I am actually hungry, brother, let's not go to the mountain, now take these turtledoves!"
It seems that the Yang family's sisters want to eat them. The turtle turtles that were still playing in the trees all flew away at once. The direction is just the mountainside, the place where the cooking smoke rises.
Yang's sister wants to cry without tears, but Yang Zhenling laughed: "It seems that these turtledoves really don't want you to eat!"
Everyone also laughed, and the Yang family girl shouted down the mountain: "Stink turtledove, bad turtledove, you wait for me, I will eat you today!"
"Okay, don't mess up with the little girl! It's quite far away from the mountain. Today we mainly accompany them with the ancient head. Whether we eat turtledoves depends on the meaning of the ancient head." Yang Zhenling said.
"It's okay, anyway, it's just for fun. Meow and me are not tired either. Rarely your sister is not afraid of hard work, then let's go there!" Gu Zheng laughed.
As long as you act, Gu Zheng and others were originally at the top of the mountain, and immediately began to descend from the other side.
It didn't take long for the Yang family's sister to regret it. The mountain road was difficult, and it was more difficult to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain. Almost all the way, Yang Zhenling took her hand and walked.
"Sister Yang, shall we go back?"
Miao Miao walked happily at the forefront, turning back from time to time, and said a few words to Yang's sister.
"No, I won't bow my head to the mountain road. I must go to eat the turtledove made by the ancient head at noon today!" Yang Jiamei said bitterly.
"Don’t hang Mr. Dove's turtledove on our mouth, we saw the turtledove flying over there, but it was not raised by that family. This is not at all certain. Besides, even if it is raised by others, they are also Not necessarily willing to let us eat!" Meow Meow said.
"They must be raised by that family! Otherwise, I will lose money? As for people who are reluctant to give up, you can rest assured! As long as you say that they are nobles from the Tianxin school, the islanders have nothing to lose. "Yang's sister definitely said.
Walk forward for a while, and there was a winding gut trail on the mountain where there was no road.
"Great, there is a way!"
Yang's sister cheered, and for the first time, Lu was so cute.
Following the road, the speed of the crowd is much faster.
After a while, a man carrying a **** appeared on the road ahead, carrying a 7- or 8-year-old child.
"Uncle, wait!" Yang Zhenling said.
A man with a naked upper body and a cropped man turned back and stopped to look at Yang Zhenling.
"Uncle, ask you something, how many families live on this mountain?" Yang Zhenling said.
The crops are handsome and honest, but he did not immediately answer Yang Zhenling's question, but looked at Yang Zhenling with his eyes squinted up and down.
"Who are you?"
The muddy child hides behind the farmer and asks timidly.
"I am a disciple of the Tianxin School. This is a distinguished guest of the Tianxin School. We are thirsty and hungry all the way. We want to go to someone to live for a meal!"
Yang Zhenling didn’t mean to say that he wanted to eat turtledove. He smiled at the mud boy and brought him a misty wind apricot.
The mud boy shook his head. Although he wanted to eat the misty wind apricot in Yang Zhenling's hand, he grabbed the cropper's clothes tightly.
"You, you, are you Yang Zhenling?"
Cong Jiahan finally spoke, with a little excitement in the unbelievable voice.
"My name is Yang Zhenling. Uncle, do you recognize me?"
Yang Zhenling's eyes were puzzled. He looked at the farmer's face and frowned, then his eyes grew wider.
"You, are you Uncle Cheng?" Yang Zhenling said excitedly.
"You think of it?" The cropper laughed.
When Yang Zhenling was a child, Uncle Cheng was his neighbor. Later, when Yang Zhenling’s parents passed away, the young Yang Zhenling and the Yang family sisters lived in the Tianxin School until they reached adulthood before moving back to their old home. It's just that the uncle Cheng's family, who was originally their neighbor, has nowhere to go.
After a lapse of many years, even meeting an old neighbor, whether it is Yang Zhenling or Uncle Cheng, is very happy.
"Xiaobao, you go home first, tell your mother, let her prepare a few dishes, and entertain guests at noon!"
"Uh."
The mud boy responded, smiling at the crowd, and disappeared on the mountain road.
"Uncle Cheng, how many families are there near here?"
Yang's sister also spoke, and she still remembered her turtledove in her heart.
"There is only my family here! You don’t want to go anywhere today, just go to my house for a quick meal, and the guests will come home with us!"
Uncle Cheng looked at the crowd with an honest and enthusiastic expression.
Yang Zhenling looked at Guzheng with an inquiring look. Although he really wanted to narrate the old in the past, today’s task is, after all, to bring Guzheng to play. In the end, he will have to look at the decision of Guzheng.
"Okay, let's be a guest together!"
Gu Zheng does not really want to go. People who are too enthusiastic will make him feel uncomfortable, but since Yang Zhenling wants to go, it’s okay to go together.
Yang Zhen smiled excitedly at Gu Gu and smiled: "Gu Dao You, I will lose company for a while."
"It's okay, go!"
Gu Zheng grinned slightly, and Yang Zhenling immediately walked in front of Uncle Cheng, reminiscing while walking.
"On the mountain there is only Uncle Cheng's family. It seems that the quail belongs to them. Today, this quail is not gone!" Yang Jiamei's thief smiled.
Yang Zhenling and Uncle Cheng walked in the front, and Gu Zheng and the three walked in the back. Although Gu Zheng didn't speak along the way, Yang Jiamei and Miao Miao teased her mouth from time to time, but she didn't seem bored either.
Uncle Cheng’s house is right in front of him. The small yard, the three grass houses, and the mud children who had originally returned to the newspaper have also been washed and are grinning at the door.
"Xiaobao, give it!"
Yang Zhenling hurried forward and took out a few Wufeng Xingsong to Uncle Cheng's children.
"Hold it, this is your true brother!"
Uncle Cheng talked, Xiaobao took Wu Fengxing, and shouted ‘Brother True Spirit’ crisply.
"My mother, I am back!"
Taking the crowd into the courtyard, Uncle Cheng shouted into the room.
A simple peasant woman immediately walked out of the house: "Hey, dad, the food is almost ready. You take the guests to sit in the hall!"
"Aunt Cheng!"
Yang Zhenling and the Yang family sister shouted together, and the peasant woman froze for a moment, and soon saw who they were, a cheerful greeting, which was inevitable.
In the hall, Uncle Cheng entertained Guzheng and others with his own wine.
The quality of the drinks is not good, but the people who drink are very rustic. A large bowl of drinks, the ancient contention is also drunk.
Just as everyone was drinking and talking, a different smell of meat came from the kitchen, which made the index finger move.
Yang's little sister was still very intoxicated at first, but her brows were frowned soon. She looked at Gu Zheng and whispered, "Gu, head, should this boiled meat be?"
"It seems yes, the average meat will not have such a fragrant taste."
It’s not a pity that Gu had a fight, but it was a little fun! Originally chasing Turtledove, but whoever thought of hospitality, first cooked Turtledove for hospitality.
Looking at the Yang family girl, her face is full of meat pains. When she thought of the common quality turtledove, she was stewed by Aunt Cheng, she really felt like crying and laughing.
After a while, Aunt Cheng brought up all the meals.
Two turtledoves stewed soup, two turtledoves were fried together with potatoes, in addition to a pheasant and hare, some wild vegetables in the mountains.
"The meals are all ready. Today I specially stewed the turtle turtles of my family. I hope that the guests and Xiaoling and Xiaoyue will be able to eat and drink!"
Uncle Cheng’s words are very real, and a large bowl of wine meets everyone.
With a mood of crying and laughing, the Yang family's sister filled a little turtledove soup, sandwiched a little turtledove meat, and after all tasted, the disappointment on her face was even stronger.
The same thing was tasted in ancient battles. Because of the fact that Aunt Cheng put some herbs in it, although the effect is quite good, the amount of medicine is not correct, so that it should be a very delicious soup, except for the pan In addition to a bit of bitterness, the medicinal smell is also particularly strong.
As for the fried turtle dove meat, there are also some things that should not be put in it, so that the taste of the ordinary ordinary ingredients has not burst out at all.
"Eat more, although it’s not tasty, but it’s the heart of others."
What Gu Zheng whispered was not only to Miao Miao, but also to the disappointed Yang sister.
Meow, who had already put down the chopsticks, was very obedient. Not only did he pick up the chopsticks again, it was very sweet.
As for the Yang family sisters, although they are also very obedient, they can’t make meow inputs like that! After all, she is really looking forward to the turtledove that Guzheng has cooked by herself, not to mention that she is different from Miao Miao. She really passed this village and there is no such shop.
"Ancient head, you said that the original turtledove was an ordinary level of ingredients, but now the turtledove, what kind of ingredients should it be?" Yang Jiamei asked quietly.
"It's not bad, it's inferior level." Gu Zheng whispered.
Seeing that Yang’s sister is still depressed, Gu Zheng whispered again: "Although the common-level turtledove meat is demoted due to Aunt Cheng’s incomprehension and unreasonable cooking methods, I can feel it, Aunt Cheng does It’s very hard! What’s more, Aunt Cheng, as a peasant woman, this meal is already very good! You are a cooking lady, and I am good at cooking. If you have to compare Aunt Cheng with us, you are the one The horns of the horns! How can life be so perfect? People die more than people, and they have to be thrown away!"
"Guests, don't just talk and talk to me again!" Uncle Cheng vying for the bowl.
"Okay!"
Ancient contention greeted each other, and the two bowls touched together.
"Well? Did my husband say that you were stunned?"
Meow me with a stunned Yang girl.
"I understand the truth, but I'm a bit disappointed! After all, I am different from my sister and I can't often eat the delicious food made by the ancient head."
Yang's sister smiled bitterly, picked up a piece of rice cake on the table, and took a bite.
"Hey, this rice cake is delicious!"
Yang's sister is actually a careless temperament. The delicious rice cake seems to make her forget her previous loss.
"Xiaoyue, the reason why our family moved here is also that the rice grown in the spring on this mountain is extremely sweet, and your grandma Cheng especially likes it! If you like to eat this rice cake, just Eat more, and your aunt will decorate you with rice when you leave."
"Thank you aunty!"
Yang's sister quickly thanked, and then said again: "Does Granny Cheng really eat with us?"
"No, she can eat in the back room." Aunt Cheng smiled.
"Hey, why don’t you eat?"
Yang's sister suddenly found that Xiao Bao looked at the dining table blankly, and she was about to cry.
"My turtledove and my turtledove are gone, they will not play with me in the future."
When asked, the aggrieved Xiaobao cried out. Although the voice was very low, everyone in the room heard it.
"Did you not agree to you? Next time you go out of the mountain, I will bring you a few chickens to play with. As for those turtledoves, Xiaobao will forget them!"
Aunt Cheng touched Xiaobao's head, but Xiaobao was still very lost.
"It turns out that those turtledoves are Xiaobao's playmates, I'm so sorry Xiaobao!"
Looking at the appearance of Xiaobao's grievances, the Yang family's sister is also guilty~IndoMTL.com~ Xiaoyue, it's okay, the children's family, just a moment later. "
Aunt Cheng was apologetic and looked around at everyone who would no longer eat.
"The children are so old, they have not been in contact with the outside world, and it is not a way. Before I listened to Lao Cheng chatting with Yang Daoyou, the reason why you chose to live in the mountains is because his grandmother Xiaobao is sick! I don’t know what happened to Xiaobao’s grandmother?” Gu Zheng asked.
Guzheng on the road heard Lao Cheng say something to Yang Zhenling. Yang Zhenling had also questioned about the situation of their family, but Lao Cheng seemed to be too sad, and he was not willing to be sick of his mother. Say more.
Gu Zheng voluntarily asked, which made Yang Zhenling give him a grateful smile first, and then the whole person seemed to have confidence.
"Uncle Cheng, Gu Dao You is a distinguished guest of the Tianxin School, but a very capable person, you can tell us what kind of illness Grandma Cheng is born! Maybe this disease, Gu Dao You can cure it?"
Yang Zhenling looked at Uncle Cheng, who was only drinking, and complained a lot.