The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

The boiling process is quite long, but fortunately, the green wood is resistant to burning, and the stove can always maintain a high temperature state.

As time passed, the chicken and shiitake mushrooms gradually boiled, the soup dried up several times, and after the eleventh addition of water, a strange rich aroma reached a critical point, and the fragrance exploded in the kitchen.

Bai Qiye fished out the shiitake mushrooms, and the sticky juice in the pot took on an attractive amber color. The shiitake mushrooms were spread on the white filter gauze, wound into ellipsoids and stirred vigorously, and the thick juice dripped down and pulled out the crystal liquid filaments in the air.

This repeatedly, shiitake mushrooms are completely crushed. After picking out the chicken rack in the soup, mash it into a fine powder in the stone mortar, mix it with the juice and stir well.

Transfer to the wok in the kitchen, collect the juice over high heat, and the originally sticky juice gradually dries up and consolidates. The next thing to do is to wait for it to cool, grind into a fine powder, and the chicken essence is done.

With such a rich aroma, the teenager really doubted why the instant noodles left on the shelves in his previous life were always [chicken stewed mushrooms

]? The so-called old base of the century-old broth is not so fragrant, and it should be able to catch up with a spoonful of Sanhua evaporated milk?

But what Bai Qiye didn't know was that the [Eight Treasure Spirit Chicken] used as raw materials was really not an ordinary product, in other words, I don't know how big a basket the ring-haired big powder monster poked. Fortunately, when the sky falls, there is always a high top!

............

I took the time to glance at the cauldron of boiling kelp and estimated that I needed to work overtime tonight.

Even if the three demons have a strong demon physique, after a day of tossing, most of them are exhausted, and they collapse softly in a pile, intoxicated with the aroma of chicken essence, watching the human teenager busy.

Bai Qiye looked in his eyes.

Simply turn out the high-gluten flour in the cupboard, add mountain spring water, and beat a male egg. Knead into a rounded dough, and when the dough is ready, spread with base....

After a while, the slender noodles are thrown into boiling water, up and down.

Bottom with chopped green onion, a spoonful of milky white lard, salt, sesame oil, half a spoonful of chicken essence.

Just in case, Bai Qiye scooped another spoonful of soup from the kelp pot to make up for the lack of eels in the stock. As soon as the chopsticks are flicked, the wrist is shaken, and a ball of noodles rolls directly into the blue and white porcelain bowl, like flowers spreading out, the fragrance is overflowing.

The three demons immediately pounced as if they had beaten chicken blood, and surrounded the table.

The soup is white and the noodles are pure. At first glance, it felt very faint, but the smell of the nose really told the three demons that it was delicious!

Under Bai Qiye's signal, the three demons took up the large bowl...

"Seven nights, continue noodles..." "Master, continue noodles..." "Seven, seven nights, continue noodles..." "Hiccup ~, master, continue noodles, my tongue drops

..."

"Gag~, seven nights, trouble to give another copy..."

The three demons helped each other and left. Bai Qiye simply cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, added some water to the pot, and kneaded a ball of fresh noodles to wake up.

Turning around and sitting at the mouth of the kelp cauldron, he added firewood to it and took control of a swarthy burning stick.

The fire stick is dark throughout, about three inches long, cold and cold, and most suitable for controlling fire, which Bai Qiye picked up by the toilet, to be precise, he was tripped and almost threw himself into the dung pit.

......

The boy held his chin in one hand and poked the charcoal with the other, rising a string of bright sparks.

The fireworker's mind was not on the fire at all, but only concerned:

tonight, will she come again?

..................

Putting down the pink skirt girl who had fallen asleep, Tu Shan sat on the edge of the bed, straightened Su Su's messy hair and pinched it in the air.

A stream of green energy floated from the canopy of bitterness to the elegant courtyard, passed through the door, and slowly poured into the girl's body.

Tears kept rolling down the corners of the girl's eyes, sliding past her ears, and ticking on the pillow.

Tu Shan Rong peeled a piece of candy and gently put it in the girl's mouth..........

After a long time, he gently pulled away the futon, tugged the corners of the quilt, and carefully retreated.

The path floated to the back kitchen of Tu Shan....

.........

Bai Qiye suddenly turned around and said excitedly

: "Hong...?"

His eyes focused, and after confirming it repeatedly:

"Sister Rong Rong, why are you here?" "

Bai Qiye, let me ask you, how do you Terrans coax children to sleep?"

"Oh, yes, we can tell ghost stories, zombies, vampires, werewolves, and stop children from crying at night.

Or tell bedtime stories, such as the little girl selling the nuclear bomb, the little red wolf and the big gray hat!

"What if it's a little girl who falls asleep and has nightmares at night?"

The phrase seemed to evoke some memories of the teenager.

It seems that there is a little boy sleeping in the basement, and when the train rumbles past at night, the child always curls up in the corner and wraps himself in the quilt.

It seems that in this way, the fear of trembling periosteum can be stopped, and the building does not seem to collapse, and it will not be buried in the cold concrete.

But the quilt is dull and breathable, and it is even more boundless darkness.

He seems to miss his mother immensely, and the gentle song "Insects Fly", which is the only solace for the lonely little boy in the long night.

That familiar sound is more like a lamp, a heart lamp that can bring the only light.

Since then, the dark room of a thousand years has been illuminated by a light.

Even more in his heart, ten thousand heart lamps gradually lit up, like stars in the sky.

It seems that there is a child who, since childhood, has been alone and took care of the stars through the ages.

.........

Bai Qiye was in a trance. Slowly whispered: "

The black sky is low,

the bright stars are flying with

insects, flying insects, you are thinking about whom

, the stars in the sky are crying

, the roses on the ground are withered

, the cold wind blows,

as long as you are accompanied

by insects and flying flowers to sleep............."

At the end of the song, Bai Qiye wiped his face with a smile and bowed his head for a long time. The nightingale chirping in the mountains, and the night breeze, slowly blowing into sleep.

When you look up again, a handkerchief should come into view, and a red coat should enter your eyes.

...............

Tu Shan returned to the small courtyard, and most of the quilt had already landed. The girl kicked indiscriminately, her mouth was muttering, her brows were locked, and she couldn't tell whether she was soaked with cold sweat or tears.

After injecting energy into the phonography, a gentle melody slowly sounded:

"

The black sky is

low, the bright stars

are flying with insects, flying insects, flying insects,

who

are

you missing..."

Tu Shan closed his eyes and recalled the voice of the young man again, and the recording effect of the phonogram stone was indeed discounted.

The soft rhythm caressed the pink skirt girl's heart, gradually quieted down, and slowly fell asleep.

Others don't know, but how can Tu Shanrongrong not know how much damage is caused by the reincarnation continuation.

One word of love, the most torturous demon. Shemale love, the Terran race is just a hundred years old in a hurry, fleeting, and the demon life is long, and he has to sit and watch his confidantes grow old one by one, so parting, repeatedly,

over and over again.... Eternal life is not a kind of pain.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tu Shan Rong kept whispering:

"White moon, white month, white month....

White seven nights, white seven nights..."