Chapter 1811 Steamed Fish with Mushrooms
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Lord Bird left and disappeared.
Bu Fang's life returned to its original state.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Cook pure natural food and enjoy the delicious food brought by nature.
Simple and unpretentious.
Xiaobai's mechanical eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have become much clumsy.
Xiaoba would occasionally climb on Xiaobai's head, turn the chicken's flexible head, and cluck a few times. Occasionally, Xiaoba would run into the fields swaying the chicken's butt, chasing bugs.
The originally extraordinary Bazhen Chicken has become like a wild pheasant on the mountain.
Bu Fang was very comfortable, or rather enjoying this salty life.
When he is bored, he will study various delicacies.
The study of food has become his only pleasure during this period.
Outside the mountains, times are in turmoil.
Various wars continued to occur, and fierce fighting led to continuous wars.
There is no sun or moon in the mountains.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter change continuously.
He hasn't gone down the mountain for a long time, nor has he gone to the village to exchange rice.
White snow flew down from the sky and fell on the ground in front of the wooden house. The ground was covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded jackets.
Xiaobai sat in the yard, dazed, as if he had been made into a snowman by the snow.
Xiao Ba held a handful of snow on his head and ran across the snow.
Bu Fang wore a thick cotton-padded jacket and exhaled a white breath.
Gurgling.
The flames are low and the hot water in the pot is steaming.
Bu Fang took out the tea cup and sprinkled a few strands of roasted black tea leaves.
This tea is a specialty of the mountains, and its output is very small. Bu Fang discovered it by accident.
Pour boiling water into the tea cup.
The tea leaves are soaked, and the tea fragrance itself is diffused and lingering.
The tea leaves are swirling in the cup.
The color of the tea gradually changed from transparent to turquoise.
It looks very comfortable.
Bu Fang held the cup in both hands, wrapped himself in a cotton-padded jacket, sat on a chair, and looked at the white snow outside.
The days passed by, and Bu Fang didn't know how long he had spent in this mountain.
Tsk tsk.
Taking a sip of tea, the warmth dissipates the coldness in the body.
Sit in the chair for a long time.
Bu Fang just returned to the house, took a hoe and went up the mountain. Although there was a lot less food on the mountain in winter, he didn't care.
Finding the ingredients is fate.
Xiaobai followed quietly.
One person and one puppet went up the mountain.
On a snowy day, the mountains are covered with white snow.
It is indeed difficult to find delicious ingredients in the vast whiteness.
far away.
A snowshoe rabbit was hopping.
Bu Fang saw it but didn't move.
He carried the hoe and followed the snow rabbit quietly, and the snow rabbit jumped all the way.
Soon he got into the nest, surrounded by several little rabbits, and their cute little heads were spinning.
Bu Fang smiled slightly.
After looking at it from a distance, he picked up his hoe and walked away in the snow.
In addition to snow rabbits, there are many other ingredients on the snowy mountains.
Mushrooms are one of them.
Small mushrooms cling to the tree trunks, and the white snow shakes down, just like flowers blooming in the white light.
Bu Fang happily picked mushrooms.
Put in basket.
Every winter, he comes to pick mushrooms, which are the best at this time.
After Bu Fang picks the mushrooms, he will dry them in the sun and spread them out for later use.
Of course, mushrooms are also very delicious when cooked directly.
Picked mushrooms.
Bu Fang did not leave directly.
He was walking on the mountain, and soon, a hungry wild wolf stared at Bu Fang.
He flew towards Bu Fang.
The wild wolf is hungry.
Bu Fang was also hungry.
Although Xiaobai is a lot clumsy.
But once slapped down, the wild wolf couldn't get up.
Bu Fang happily tied up the wild wolf and threw it into the backpack. Because the backpack was much heavier, he let Xiaobai carry it.
Having gained a lot, Bu Fang doesn’t plan to go back yet.
He came to a pond in the mountains.
The pond is covered with a thick layer of ice.
Fish are at their most plump in winter.
Bu Fang would naturally not let go of such delicious food.
He cut a hole in the ice, and after a while, several plump fish fell into the basket.
Bu Fang, satisfied, left the pond.
Walking to the song, in the white snow, humming a song, left the mountain.
It has to be said that Bu Fang has been humming songs for so many years, but his level is still not that good.
Returned to the house.
The days in winter are always very short.
It was getting dark quickly and the temperature was getting colder.
Bu Fang lit the fire and cleaned the fish. The plump fish meat was patted gently by Bu Fang.
From the room, he took out the treasured dried mushrooms, which he had prepared in previous years.
The dried mushrooms have a unique fragrance. I took the mushrooms and placed them on the prepared fish.
Put them into the pot and cook together.
Steam is rising in the mountains.
…
Blah blah blah!
The white snow was trampled to pieces.
Sharp light burst out continuously.
White snow fell rapidly from the tree trunks.
The terrifying sword energy crisscrossed the dense forest, and countless trees were chopped to pieces...
The sound of violent breathing resounded.
A figure was wearing blood-stained armor, with a wide gash on his shoulder starting from his back and extending to his waist.
Hot blood is constantly spilling from it.
Sprinkled on the snow, melting the snow.
With disheveled hair and pale face.
The man climbed hard in the snow.
He looked back from time to time, and there were pursuers chasing him.
Buzz...
Arrows, with cold light emitting from the arrowheads, were like deadly arrows in the dark night.
They followed the seriously injured man who was climbing quickly.
Puff puff!
Arrows burst onto the ground.
The snow was flying.
The man's pupils shrank suddenly.
He rolled up his body, and with great force, he rushed out of the snow and spun his body.
An arrow whizzed past and flew past his face.
"Dugu Wushuang... You can't escape! You are called the leader of the ten great swordsmen of the empire. It's a disgrace to your reputation to run away like a stray dog!"
A faint voice rang out.
Then, in the dense forest behind the man.
A line of black-clothed assassins walked on the snow.
These assassins burst out with true energy.
The speed was extremely fast.
The seriously injured man spat out a mouthful of blood.
He snorted coldly and continued to crawl forward.
He swung the sword in his hand violently.
A sharp sword energy exploded and slashed towards the assassins in the distance...
Several people stretched out their hands at the same time, and swords fell into their hands.
The tip of the sword was raised, and it was a puff!
The sword flower tore the snowflakes.
It collided with the sword energy that was slashed.
The sword body was bent and bounced with great force.
It made several assassins retreat several steps...
The sword left no trace, and the cultivation of these assassins was also quite advanced.
After all, the man was seriously injured, and the more he urged, the weaker his breath became.
The assassins approached.
They fought with him in the deep mountains, and the battle shocked the world.
The ground was full of bloodstains, and countless trees were chopped into nothingness by the sword energy.
The deep mountains seemed to be shaking!
The collision of swords continued to make clanging sounds.
After a long time.
The battle was over.
Only a few unrecognizable bodies of assassins were left on the ground.
Footprints of varying depths gradually spread towards the depths of the dense forest.
The wind and snow blew.
The footprints were submerged under the white snow.
…
Gurgle.
Bu Fang timed it and turned off the fire.
He opened the steamer, and immediately billowing hot air surged from the steamer.
In the dark night, the hot air was like a rolling energy bomb, gradually dissipating.
"What a nice smell."
Bu Fang sniffed the fragrance in the air.
The fragrance of dried mushrooms mixed with the fragrance of fish meat, and the tender fish meat wrapped in the smooth fish skin looked very delicious.
In addition to this steamed fish, Bu Fang also stir-fried a dish of mushroom slices.
The slightly sticky sauce fell, and the mushroom slices seemed to shine.
Fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms have completely different tastes.
Bu Fang placed the dishes on the table.
Turned back to the wooden house.
He took a jar of wine from the cellar.
This is the wine that Bu Fang brewed, which he had brewed for several years...
He would only drink a sip when he was comfortable.
The deliciousness of this wine made Bu Fang intoxicated.
He had brewed many kinds of wine, and it can be said that Bu Fang had a deep understanding of fine wine.
But...
In Bu Fang's opinion, the winemaking in the past was all brewed with unique brewing techniques.
In fact, brewing requires the paving of emotions.
The intensity of this emotion depends on the brewer.
In the past, Bu Fang's emotions for brewing were more superficial.
Of course, even if it was just a technique, it was very amazing.
A jar of wine is not big.
It is about the size of a fist.
Bu Fang happily opened the cap.
The rich aroma of wine spread from it...
...
Dugu Wushuang was very tired, he felt that he had lost too much blood...
He almost fainted.
Seeking the immortal road, singing and dancing...
He, Dugu Wushuang, was also on the verge of death.
He sighed, he was helpless.
A generation of sword god, is he going to die in this uninhabited deep mountain now?
Dugu Wushuang smiled bitterly.
Perhaps many years later, future generations will name this deep mountain Wushuang Mountain... After all, on this mountain, the body of his unparalleled sword god lies.
In the distance.
A little fire rose.
Slowly flowing.
The fire gradually spread in his eyes, and he felt a little dizzy.
Dugu Wushuang coughed up blood, and the blood on the white snow surface dyed blood-colored plum blossoms.
Plop.
He knelt on the ground.
His whole face was buried in the snow.
Messy hair spread on his face, and he could only hear his own panting and heartbeats.
I'm going to die...
Dugu Wushuang sighed.
Suddenly.
A fat chicken flapped its wings and came over on the snow.
The chicken seemed to observe him curiously for a while.
It circled around his body.
Dugu Wushuang couldn't move, but he could feel the fat chicken jumping around.
Suddenly.
The fat chicken stepped on his head with its claws, and actually jumped around on his body...
Dugu Wushuang was almost angry to death.
His eyes rolled.
Finally, he couldn't help it.
"Xiao Ba... stop making trouble."
A thin figure walked out of the firelight.
A faint voice resounded.
Dugu Wushuang's consciousness was blurred, and he could only feel a cold iron palm falling down, lifting his body up like a chicken.
Dugu Wushuang opened his eyes with strong consciousness.
Suddenly...
The iron bumps all over his body enlarged in his eyes.
Dugu Wushuang was startled and fainted.
…
"Xiaobai, you scared people."
Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
It was late at night, and someone actually came running from this deep mountain.
After taking one look at the man who was covered in wounds, Bu Fang did not hesitate to save him.
Let Xiaobai take this person back to the hut.
Throw it in the yard.
Bu Fang sat on the chair, rubbed his hands and exhaled a breath of white air.
Ready to start eating.
Fish steamed with mushrooms is absolutely delicious.
Bu Fang picked up a chopstick, and the fish meat was tender and fragrant.
It instantly melts like juice in your mouth...
A mouthful of fish and a mouthful of wine.
The refreshing wine entered his stomach, like a ball of fire, and the pores all over Bu Fang's body relaxed.
Xiao Ba was wandering around Bu Fang, begging for food.
After Bu Fang threw a piece of fish to Xiao Ba.
Just poured a glass of wine.
He walked to the seriously injured and dying man.
Looking at the latter's miserable appearance, he sighed.
Pour the wine into this person's mouth...