The Dongshan hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing has several mountains and has a variety of animal and plant mineral resources.

In spring, all things grow, and people are not allowed to go to the mountains to hunt; in summer, some of the mountains are open for people to escape the summer vacation; in autumn, the front mountain enjoys maple viewing and forests are dyed, and the back mountain is the annual highlight of the royal powers and officials around the Mid-Autumn Festival - autumn hunting.

In winter, the foot of the front mountain is prosperous and tourists are endless, because a hot spring bathhouse is opened there. The back mountain is covered with snow, with few people and animals, so quiet that it has become two worlds.

Pei Shuo carried a bow and arrow in his hand, but he was carrying a bag and a bag. He looked around and listened to all directions. Even so, he stepped on the dead pine branches hidden under the snow with one foot.

It was snowing down from the trees, and he turned his head quickly, his eyes only had time to catch a furry squirrel's tail passing by.

Finally he found an empty flat ground, with the footprints of animals on the snow, and the stream was gurgling not far away.

The animals will drink water here, and may even fight for the territory.

Pei Shuo checked and found that there was a "gift" he wanted to catch. There was no ferocious beast in this area yet. He was happy and quickly took off his bag and started to set up a trap.

This busy work is so busy that it is dark, and I will check the results tomorrow.

A Yao didn't know how big a "surprise" Pei Shuo would bring to her, so she planned to try to push the clay pot rice the next day.

On the way back, she saw several stores near her house selling pork belly chickens.

As for how it tastes?

A Yao tried it... Well, maybe they cut the pork belly and the chicken separately, and cooked it in a pot with pepper. The chicken is more firewood, and the pork belly also has a flavor, which is smaller than what she made, but the price is much cheaper. Many people should be willing to go in.

I guess in a few more days, the main store next to them could no longer hold back and made a row of pig-bellied chickens.

Well...what should I do?

When she got home, she received a letter from Wangyue, looking forward to opening it, and she let go of tears.

Her Master Wangyue learned bad things, and this letter turned out to be a homework! Let her practice controlling the heat.

Well, she knows what to do tomorrow-clay pot rice.

"You're dead! You actually want to make a child?"

The boss's wife shouted in shock when she heard A Yao's report of the food.

The store is not open yet, and no one hears the boss's wife's sensational words.

Fearing that there were ears in the wall, she lowered her head and said, "Yaozhu, why did you have such a dangerous idea? This is illegal! Did you have the idea of ​​my son..."

Seeing that the boss's wife was getting more outrageous, A Yao quickly interrupted her:

"Boss, you misunderstood! The clay pot rice is clay pot, rice, not clay pot, rice. This is what Wuling says, it means casserole or clay pot rice. There are meat and vegetables, and one clay pot can make two to three people full."

"I see that there are clay pots in the store. I have made pasta and rice noodles these days. I haven't made rice at all, so I make clay pot rice. It's getting colder and colder, so I'm eating rice warmer."

The boss's wife heard what A Yao said make sense, but the price of clay pot rice and pork belly chicken should be more expensive, which is related to the account. She asked: "Don't you make pork belly chicken?"

"Well... it depends on the situation at that time. The time used for making clay pot rice is less than that of pork belly chicken. It mainly depends on the temperature. I will make one later and you will know it."

A Yao was vague and didn't say anything to death. She planned to seduce the boss's stomach with clay pot rice, making her forget about the incident.

So as soon as a few old diners entered the door, they smelled the fragrance of rice. After pursuing the source of the fragrance, they came to the boss’s table.

The big kid still looked at the boss's wife with a deep eyes and resentment.

There was only a black casserole in front of her, but there was a crystal clear rice with pork ribs and vegetables. The gravy of the ribs penetrated into the rice, which looked simple and unstoppable, especially the rice was clearly distinguished and looked delicious.

"Boss, has Miss Yaozhu made new dishes?" The diner rubbed his hands.

"Yes, today we serve chicken clay pot rice, rib clay pot rice, side dishes, dumpling wontons, and flour noodles. Oh, the term clay pot rice is brought by Yaozhu, and clay pot rice is not cooked in children."

The ready-made dietary model is placed here, and it is clear whether there are children in the clay pot rice. This is like a dessert made of donkey rolling is not a real donkey rolling, and a husband's cake does not have a husband.

"Then I'll try a piece of pork rib clay pot rice. How long will it take?"

The boss's wife shouted two servings of pork ribs and clay pot rice before answering the diner's words: "It's about two quarters of an hour."

A Yao concentrated her mind and energy, as if she was about to face a difficult decision.

There were four small stoves in front of her, originally used to boil water, but now she used them to make clay pot rice.

A small stove can adjust the temperature freely than a gas stove in the future. The heat depends entirely on a fan and pliers in your hand.

At the beginning, add the washed rice and spring water to the casserole, and cook it over high heat until it boils and the rice smells smelly.

Seeing that the rice was about to cook soon, A Yao smelled a little burnt smell, and used tongs tongs of clay pot onto a low-fired stove, added the pickled ribs and vegetables, and then waited for it to cook.

The particles are distinct, the rice is not dry or wet, and the ribs are smooth and tender, and the teeth are also elastic.

The gravy penetrated into the rice and poured a spoonful of soy sauce. The most surprising thing was that there was a layer of crispy rice charred under the clay pot. It was shoveled and dipped in sauce or soaked in clear soup. The diners burped in satisfaction.

Nothing happened in the store today.

A Yao returned home and took a nap, but was woken up by Pei Shuo.

"You're awake."

A Yao was sleepy and her consciousness slowly returned... This is the capital, not Nanxun, there is no bird's nest in the room, only Pei Shuo.

Wait, Pei Shuo?

"Why are you here?" A Yao furious, sat up, looked down at her clothes and closed her front. "How did you come in?"

Didn’t she keep two dogs?

Pei Shuo was embarrassed: "I climbed over the wall and came in through the window. As soon as I landed, I saw a dog rushing towards me. I was so scared that I knocked it out with one hand... Don't worry, I didn't beat it to death!"

Oh, it’s not that the dog is ineffective, it’s that the enemy is too powerful.

A Yao had no expression on her face and when Pei Shuo left, she went to the backyard to dig a lotus pond, dig a little deeper, laying thick silt, and making a circle of gravel on the shore.

Well... If you raise another goose, it is best to cultivate it into a housekeeper fighting goose.

"Why would Mr. Pei come over the wall in broad daylight?"

It was so miserable that A Yao became even more angry.

"You are a girl living alone, so it's not convenient for me to come to you, so... I saw that there was no one on both sides of the road, so I quietly came in with gifts to find you."

"Why do you want to give me a gift?" A Yao was puzzled.

"I did something wrong before and I won't do it again in the future. Then I want to give you a special gift, I hope you like it." Pei Shuo said and opened the door.

A Yao probed: "..."

There was a pitiful, helpless and weak sheep in the yard.
Chapter completed!