I have a room in Huangquan

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The bad old man said, as if reciting, he recited a dialogue: "The cold mountain is covered with silver snow and the green pines are covered, and the green pines are not seen to face the sun."

Although the days on the mountain are good, there is not even a single bird shadow. After a long time, I feel like I am standing there like a sculpture, pretending every day.

If Ding Xiaoyi was here and heard this paragraph, he would be shocked to find that the content here is actually the original words from his diary.

After the bad old man finished speaking, he sneered: "You really don't know, or you don't know, how do you think this land came from?

Under the secluded mountain selflessly.

Even if it is a piece of turf the size of a palm, not everyone can keep it for themselves.

He doesn't nod, there is an extra piece of private land here for no reason? ?

Look at that kid down there...

Not his illegitimate child...

They don't look alike, why?

Go ask Granny Meng what she saw on the Wangchuan River on July [-] last year.

I figured she might not dare to say it.

I am afraid that if I say it, I will scare you.

She saw two figures standing in front of the mirror of reincarnation behind the Wangchuan River, chatting happily over wine.

That is the reincarnation mirror, who dares to be so presumptuous.

But her eyes widened, and she was so frightened that she only dared to lower her head and backed away until the figure sent the other person into reincarnation by herself.

A man sat on a rock and cried for half the night.

Hahaha, Granny Meng knelt outside, covering her ears, not even knowing when she left.

Gao Feng was extremely cold, sitting alone in that cold place, his heart was already going crazy.

I even ran out secretly a few times and had a lot of fun with an ordinary person.

But in front of us, he still has to become that clay statue, maintaining a lofty and inviolable holiness.

He is high above himself, controlling the fate of the ghosts and ghosts, maintaining the balance between the blood river and the underworld, with unlimited power and unattainable heights, but in the end, he can't even be himself.

It can only be enshrined there like a clay sculpture. What is good is not pitiful, what is more worthy of pity. "

After speaking, the crowd immediately looked at each other, but they were speechless.

The old man's words were astonishing, and the information inside was even more frightening, and they needed time to digest it.

"The cold mountain is covered with silver snow and the green pines are not seen, but the green pines are facing the sun."

Zhao Wenhe lowered his head and thought over and over again, these words, his eyes flashed with confusion, he raised his head to look in the direction of Youshan, and for a moment, there was a flash of light in his eyes.

It seems that from here, one glance through the white mist, staring at the top of the remote mountain, the main hall covered with silver snow.

After a while, he retracted his eyes and nodded: "Perhaps...you are right!"

Bai Pangpang on the side was already going crazy, afraid that the master next to him would become annoyed and reveal his true body, and then start pointing fingers to settle accounts for them.

As a result, when he heard this sentence suddenly, his face froze, and he looked at Zhao Wenhe in surprise.

"I didn't say that. There are a lot of things in it that he said himself."

The bad old man hurriedly waved his hand, resolutely disregarding the relationship with himself.

At this time, Zhao Wenhe was about to ask another poor person, but the old man suddenly raised his nose: "It smells so good!"

Chapter 445: The mutton is cooked

"Zi!!"

I saw the golden grease dripping on the red-hot charcoal, and immediately bubbling on the charcoal, the fragrance of suet also permeated.

"Smells, really smells!!"

Ding Xiaoyi and Liao Qiu stared at the mutton skewers on the charcoal fire, salivating greedily.

Although this sheep is quite fat and big, the meat quality is surprisingly good.

The mutton is dripping with mutton fat, which is golden and translucent.

I saw Mr. Chen flipping the roasting stick deftly, so that the mutton was heated evenly.

The red and white mutton is charred and bright in an instant under the charcoal fire.

At this time, Mr. Chen carefully took out the seasonings that Liao Qiu had sent before. Of course, these seasonings cannot be used for barbecue, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Chen Lao divided some of these seasonings and mixed them with his own seasonings to add fragrance.

It can be seen that in Chen Lao's mind, such a seasoning can already be used as a single seasoning.

Mr. Chen picked up a pinch of the prepared seasonings and waved them over the mutton.

Immediately, strong cumin, chili noodles mixed with the aroma of mutton.

It will be like an invisible big hand firmly grasping the eyes of Ding Xiaoyi and Liao Qiu, swallowing a big mouthful of foam in the throat.

"All right!"

A handful of lamb kebabs are freshly baked in no time.

I saw the mutton skewers sprinkled with seasoning, the color is sauce red, and the delicious oil is bright, which makes people appetite and salivate.

Before the two could reach out their hands, they saw the old man jumping directly from the third floor, without any hesitation, he even copied the plates, and jumped up to the top of the building.

"Sweet, don't be shy, hurry up while it's hot!"

The bad old man first picked up two skewers and stuffed them into his mouth, took a bite and tasted carefully in his mouth, he would feel that the mutton was very delicate, extremely smooth and tender, making people want to stop after one bite.

Bai Pangpang saw that this old guy was eating so well, of course he couldn't be polite.

Why, I am a monk, go to hell, I have eaten wine and meat, and the Buddha will stay in my heart.

Immediately he was impolite, but still held back his saliva, first handed a bunch to Zhao Hehou beside him, and then began to eat happily.

Zhao He was originally preoccupied.

What the bad old man said seems to be nonsense, but when you think about it carefully, there are many details in it.

At least I did see it once, when he left Youshan, it was just strange, but he didn't think much about it.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid there is such a thing.

I was still a little annoyed at first, how could I create an extra private space out of thin air? This matter requires these people to talk about it, but if it was him who nodded, I have nothing to say.

Now the tangy smell of mutton skewers hit, Zhao He looked up, and saw the three old men, eating happily, with the blessing of Chen Lao's craftsmanship and the mysterious spice.

Finally, I couldn't hide the hunger and thirst wriggling on the tip of my tongue, and took a small bite with the mentality that I would taste it.

Just waiting for a mouthful of mutton to enter, Zhao He's eyes flashed with surprise, and he grabbed another skewer and ate it without being polite.

A plate of mutton skewers, but only 20 skewers, is not enough for the four of them.

In a blink of an eye, only the baking sticks were left on the plate.

Half of them went into Zhao He's stomach.

Tutu took a strange look at Bai Pangpang and the bad old man, and ate the skewers in his hand unhurriedly.

It seems to be thinking, these two guys are a bit abnormal today.

"Really delicious!"

Zhao He put the oil stains on his fingers in his mouth calmly, and began to look forward to the next plate of mutton skewers happily.

Downstairs, Ding Xiaoyi and Liao Qiu looked at the empty plate that the bad old man sent down, and the request for another twenty skewers.

The two had tears on their faces.

Liao Qiu dipped his fingers into the seasonings left on the plate and put them in his mouth, even if they were seasonings, they were delicious enough to cry.

Fortunately, barbecue, as long as the materials are prepared, does not consume much time.

After the new round of kebabs comes out.

Ding Xiaoyi and Liao Qiu learned to be smart this time. They first took out fifteen skewers and put them on the plate, and continued to roast the top and bottom ten skewers for Mr. Chen slowly.

"There are only fifteen, divide them slowly, or wait for the next one!"

Ding Xiaoyi handed the plate to the bad old man, and the bad old man glanced at it and saw through the two guys' little thoughts.

"Hey, you two, hehe, don't worry, you won't suffer!"

After saying a word without thinking, the bad old man went upstairs with the plate.

"Do you feel that today is a bit strange."

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the busy figure of the old man, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

"What's wrong??" Liao Qiu also felt strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell.

"Forget it, just ignore him, eat it quickly, or it will be gone after the next batch!"

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think about it clearly, and I didn't think about it at all. For the food, eat first.

Ten skewers of mutton skewers, the two of them divided into five, and they gave it to their mouths regardless of whether their mouths were burning.

Go down in one bite.

The expressions of the two people are simply happy.

The taste is absolutely amazing!

Soft and delicate, it is the aroma of the seasoning at first, but later it is completely the taste of the mutton itself, fresh but not smelly, fat but not greasy.

I couldn't eat it from ear to ear.

Of course, good stuff, of course he didn't forget his family, he ate two skewers.

He gave the big head one of the strings, the meat balls for the other, and the old man Chen who had worked hard for a long time.

Mr. Chen just grinned at this, and divided the string of mutton skewers into two, stuffing them into the mouths of Big Head and Rouqiu.

Under the doting eyes, the two guys ate with gusto.

"Old Chen"

Seeing this, he wanted to say something, but Chen Lao shook his head and stopped him. Ding Xiaoyi squinted his eyes and saw that there were more than 20 thick skewers of mutton skewers hidden under the cabinet.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, and he silently gave a thumbs up.

Lamb kebabs are just an appetizer.

The real hard dishes are yet to come. The lamb chops are stewed in a hot pot. When you bite into it, the lamb on the top only needs to be bitten with your teeth, and the flesh and blood will be separated immediately.

A simple bowl of mutton soup, just sprinkle a pinch of green onion and a little salt, the soup is delicious.

Two lamb chops, a big pot on top and a small pot on the bottom.

The four above had a great time eating, while Liao Qiu and I stayed in front of the kitchen, eating with gusto.

He also took out the Sanbian wine he had collected to drink with Liao Qiu.

Even if it's just a small cup, Liao Qiulian's ears are red, and he won't have a second sip no matter what.

The soup made from the sheep's head was made into stewed noodles by Mr. Chen, with lamb cheeks and haggis.

For a while, Ling Datou ate Hesai with an iron pan in his arms.

Said it was a sheep.

But I can't hold back so many mouths.

After half an afternoon of work, there was not even a bone left in the food.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt that something was wrong with him.

I just felt that the lower abdomen seemed to be burning like a ball of flames, and it was getting hotter and hotter, and it was sweating profusely in an instant.

"Hey hey hey, little guy, eat the Chi Dan first, then the Chi meat, but there will be times when you feel better. In this way, you give me the sheep scorpion in your pot, and I will tell you what's going on."

The bad old man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, half of his body was lying on the wall of the building, his eyes were fixed on the sheep and scorpions in his pot, and he smashed his mouth.

Although there is not much meat on the sheep scorpion, it is not easy to chew, but the white bone marrow inside is fragrant and soft, and the taste is excellent.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi's forehead was covered with sweat, as if he was on fire.