Sick beauty enemy is pregnant with my cub

Chapter 96 Escargot Beer Stewed Duck

The rice fields in early spring have not yet been transplanted. Although it feels warm outside at noon, the water is still very cold. You can feel the obvious coolness when you go down in water-proof boots. You can only touch the snails at this time, and it will be even colder later. Besides, the snails need to be spit out and cleaned after they are brought up, so it should be earlier.

It's been a long time since I came here, Song Jing's movements are a little unskilled, the bottom of the water is a little slippery, walking in the rice field with one deep foot and one shallow foot, Qin Mo hugged his son and leaned against the armchair, and was soaking in the water next to him. The herbal tea that Wu Run opened yesterday, he shook his son's little finger and pointed at the man in the field;

"Look, the little daddy is touching the snails for you, isn't he serious?"

The little guy in his arms was giggling, and his little feet were also up and down. Qin Mo patted him with a smile, his eyes were either looking at the person in the pond or at the little guy in his arms. It was very fast, the little thing was almost three months old in a blink of an eye.

After a while Qin Mo looked at the people inside and laughed;

"It's not very good, I haven't seen him picking up a few for a long time, and I don't know if there is enough to eat at night."

Although the temperature was not too high at noon, the sun was very good. After eating, Qin Mo felt a little sleepy after being exposed to the warm sun. He leaned on the armchair and patted his hands gently Child, the little thing was still having fun just now, but now he calmed down, and when he looked down again, he felt a little sleepy, he smiled;

"Our little Chengzi is also sleepy, right? Go to sleep, Dad is here."

Song Jing carried a pannier on his back, and it took him a long time to figure out the law of catching snails. Finally, his efficiency improved. He looked up at the scene on the shore, and the powerful man in Kuncheng was holding him gently in his arms. A child with a smile on his lips all the time, the paranoid gloom of the past seems to have disappeared with the wind, a scene that he didn't even dare to think about a few months ago, he was afraid that God would think he was too greedy.

He waved at the people on the shore and shouted;

"Look how big this is."

The snail in his hand was indeed not small, it was the biggest one he had seen in such a long time, the little guy in Qin Mo's arms was awakened by this sound, his thin eyelids were stretched open and he was still a little sleepy, his mouth was about to cry, Qin Mo patted him busy;

"Look how stupid your little dad is. We ignore him for being so noisy."

Song Jing waved his hand for a long time and found that the wave was lonely. Neither of the father and son who pressed him took care of him, so he silently put down his hand.

"what..."

An exclamation came from the rice field, Qin Mo looked up quickly in shock, and saw Song Jing fell into the water, and it was difficult for him to get up with the child in his arms;

"what happened?"

Song Jing's foot slipped, and when she fell into the water, she immediately turned around to protect the pannier on her back. It was hard to touch it so she couldn't lose it, so she quickly waved to the people on the shore;

"It's okay, it's okay, it just slipped."

"Come on, that's enough."

The water is quite cold, Song Jing came up with his small pannier, his clothes and trousers were wet, even the back of his hair was wet, looking very embarrassed, Qin Mo couldn't help laughing After coming out, Song Jing handed the basket to him as if offering a treasure;

"Look, I always pick the big ones."

Qin Mo raised his hand to help him wipe the water off his face;

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Just now I waved with you and you ignored me."

Song Jing's eyes were aggrieved like a big dog, Qin Mo smiled with a low voice;

"You woke him up."

As soon as Song Jing lowered her head, she saw the sprawling little thing sleeping in Qin Mo's arms. She was so busy sweating just now that she didn't notice anything. Now that she came up, she felt a little cold when the wind blew, and she unconsciously slapped her. shake;

"Go inside and change your clothes."

Qin Mo was a little worried, the wind in early spring is still quite cold, don't catch a cold, just as the two of them were about to enter the house, they saw an old man approaching with a smile;

"Do you want to pick a duck?"

The ducks here are all live ducks killed first, and Song Jing dare not touch Qin Mo even if his body is dirty;

"Why don't you go in first, and I'll pick a duck before going up."

Qin Mo nodded. He sat for a long time and his waist was a little unbearable, so he had to hand the little orange to Aunt Zhang before standing up with the armrest. Song Jing followed him in worryingly;

"I'm fine, you go."

There is no elevator here, and the resting room is on the second floor. Qin Mo walked up step by step while holding the handle of the stairs. He seldom took the stairs after being discharged from the hospital. Song Jing carried him in on the third floor just now. Jing went to the place where the ducks were kept, and picked a medium-sized one;

"That's all."

After picking, he immediately turned around and walked back. It took Qin Mo a while to reach the corner from the first floor to the second floor, and he could already see the dense sweat on his forehead. Song Jing hurried upstairs, holding his body with his hands;

"Don't dislike me for being dirty."

Qin Mo panted loudly, and put his hand on his forearm naturally, Song Jing wanted to hug him up but was blocked by this man;

"It's okay, didn't Wu Run also say that he wants to exercise?"

In the room, Qin Mo sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. Song Jing took the time to take a shower, came out and changed into clean clothes, and still sneezed. The water was indeed too cold just now, so Qin Mo hurriedly looked over;

"Have a cold?"

"Probably not, but the water was too cold just now, what's the matter? I didn't sleep at noon and took a nap, so lie down and rest for a while, I'm freezing to death."

Qin Mo knew that he was exaggerating, but he still lay down with him. The decoration style here is a bit of log style, and the lighting from the windows is particularly good, so that the sunlight outside just came in when he was lying down, and Song Jing hugged the people beside him;

"I've been with that little thing, now it's time to spend time with me."

Qin Mo closed his eyes to calm down, and smiled when he heard the childish words;

"Are you three years old?"

"Well, Uncle Qin will be three years old soon, and he still needs to be put to sleep. Come, pat."

Ever since she established a relationship with Qin Mo, Song Jing became more and more confused about her face. She put Qin Mo's hand behind his back and motioned for him to pat him. ;

"You want milk powder too?"

"Do you want to feed?"

Song Jing opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, Qin Mo snorted;

"Boss Song is too big, I don't have that much milk powder to feed."

After all, Qin Mo was a little tired. The two of them chatted one after another. After a while, he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the sun outside had already set in the west, and his side was empty. Qin Mo held on Get up, press the forehead, just want to touch the phone, saw the people downstairs through the wide glass window, Song Jing changed into a coarse cloth coat and was squatting in front of the big wooden basin downstairs, bit by bit with pliers Touching the snail's head, he remembered the last time they came over, it seemed two years ago, in April, when Song Jing celebrated her birthday. At that time, he wanted to take Song Jing abroad for a week. Thinking that Song Jing would bring him here, he remembered the stewed duck with escargot and beer for a long time, and he never forgot it.

He remembered that day that he was really happy. He felt that Song Jing had finally accepted him from the bottom of his heart. The past was gone, and he didn't want to think about the later things. When he sighed and lowered his head, he saw that he was cutting snails The person disappeared, and a voice behind him suddenly pulled him back to his senses;

"Are you awake? Let me tell you, my back is sore from that big pot of snails."

Gently complaining with a coquettish tone, Qin Mo turned around, and saw a man like a big dog wearing a big apron, looking a little funny;

"Well, come here and let me rub it for you."

These words really flattered Song Jing;

"No, Master Qin just wait to eat. I just went to the kitchen to see. The ducks have been cleaned up and are waiting to be put into the pot. Here is cooking in a big pot with firewood. It's delicious. You Eat more, do you want to go downstairs?"

Qin Mo lifted the quilt and got out of bed;

"I'll go see if Xiao Chengzi is awake, shall we eat downstairs?"

There is an earthen stove downstairs, it is just right to eat around the earthen stove when the weather cools down at night, Song Jing will naturally not refuse his request;

"Okay, let's go downstairs and eat."

Qin Mo put on some clothes and went downstairs with Xiao Chengzi, but he didn't want Song Jing to be standing next to the stove instead of the chef last time, so he raised his eyebrows slightly;

"You come?"

"That's right, I've been studying all afternoon, look at you."

Song Jing was holding a large ladle and wearing a big apron, which seemed to be the same thing. This is in the mountains, and the temperature difference between day and night is big. It’s okay to look at it during the day, but the temperature drops a bit when the sun goes out at night. At this moment The temperature was only about ten degrees, which was already a bit cold. They were sitting in the shed, and the fire under the stove dispelled a lot of the chill. Qin Mo put on a cashmere coat and sat with his son in his arms. on the edge of the stove.

"Okay, start the pot and heat the oil. This oil is the tea seed oil produced here. When we go back, bring two pots with us."

Qin Mo leaned back in the armchair and watched him perform. Xiao Chengzi became more energetic after sleeping all afternoon. He kept calling, and the duck fell into the hot oil pan, and the aroma was immediately fried. , a quiet mountain village, the immature voices of children, mixed with the sound of cooking, and a few crowing and barking of chickens can be heard in the distance from time to time, and the smoke and fire in the world slowly rises like this.

"Okay, now scoop up the duck for later use, put ginger and garlic, glutinous rice cake chili, and dried chili into the hot oil pan and fry until fragrant. Wow, this taste is authentic."

The chili pepper stings and stings, and the fragrance permeates the whole room. No one else praises Song Jing and brags about himself. The smile in the corner of Qin Mo's eyes never goes down, and he raises his hand to cover his son's face;

"You are Wang Po selling melons and boasting."

Song Jing raised his head, he was not as cold as Qin Mo, sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes were shining brightly;

"I'm the authentic one. Now I'm going to order the duck, stir-fry it, and then come the main event, the screw."

The fragrance was everywhere, and even Qin Mo's eyes were fixed on the pot at this moment. Song Jing waved a big shovel to stir fry, then raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows;

"Show you a two-handed beer."

Before Qin Mo had time to laugh, Song Jing took out two cans and opened beer with both hands at the same time. This action was performed by Song Jing as if he was full of pride. He finally couldn't help laughing while holding the child Hearing, this person is getting more and more funny now, Song Jing poured the beer in with both hands;

"Okay, add firewood."

After he finished speaking, he immediately squatted down to add firewood, lit a big fire to collect the juice, and sat beside Qin Mo, looking like a child waiting for an adult to praise him, with eyes full of "Praise me, praise me!"

"How long have you been studying?"

"It's only an hour. It's not difficult. I just want to make it for you."

The last time they came here, they waited for the chef to serve the dishes together. In fact, he didn't expect Qin Mo to like this dish so much. In fact, such a spicy dish is not his original taste, but he doesn't want to think about it so much now. He just thought that as long as he liked it, he would cook it for him, so that he would only remember the taste of the dish he made, and forget the impure taste of the previous time.

The stewed duck with snail beer was served, and several other dishes made by the chef were also served. It looked very warm in this not-so-spacious shed. Qin Mo actually seldom ate snails in the past, and he didn’t know how to eat them. As soon as Jing sucked one, he could only pick it with a toothpick, Song Jing looked at him with a smile;

"Try it, like this, push hard, and once you inhale, it will come out."

Qin Mo also found it too troublesome to choose, so he imitated his way of sucking, but after trying for a long time, he changed several snails, but none of them came out. Then try again, Song Jing just watched this man who stomped his feet and trembled three times, learning to suck snails like a child, and finally he couldn't bear it;

"Hey, eat something else first, and I'll pick it for you."

This person tried for a long time and was late for dinner, but Qin Mo raised his eyes but got a little angry;

"What I ate was the soup."

Such a rare and naive Mr. Qin made Song Jing laugh dumbfounded, and then felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said. How much meat can there be in this snail? Gave him a piece of duck meat;

"Taste a piece of meat. This snail is actually not a main meal. You eat first, and when you are full after a while, the snail is eaten when you are chatting. Come, the vegetables here are freshly picked from the big shed at the back. "

The chef here is really good at cooking. There are no exquisite dishes or exquisite utensils at this table, but there are only rough porcelain dishes, which do not have the slightest sense of disobedience with the environment here. Qin Mo really feels that the Eating here is comfortable, and he ate a little more than usual, and when he was almost finished, he picked up the screw again, and asked in confusion;

"How do you know how to eat?"

Song Jing ate this really slickly, he almost sucked it, and he blinked his eyes;

"Want to know? Just give me a kiss and I'll tell you."

After speaking, he brought his big face closer.

The author says:

Mr. Qin finally ate the duck made by Song Gou himself;

You can try this recipe process;

Write me hungry at night;