He Baozheng's wife is not so jealous. She is a good dish that can be cooked. A spoon is flying up and down. He Lu often has small families who have weddings and weddings, so she asks her to help her. The wife is busy in the kitchen, and He Baozheng is happy in the hall. The couple and his partner appear together.

A few people gathered in He Baozheng's kitchen. The kitchen was not big, but it was full of all internal organs.

In fact, the ancients did not have the concept of stir-frying before the Song Dynasty. It was not until the Song Dynasty that the seasoning of dishes was quite simple before, and the mainstream on the table was still soup. By the Song Dynasty, it was different. The improvement of the stove and the use of fire were more skillful, which could better stimulate the taste of the food, and people became more and more obsessed with stir-frying.

He Baozheng's kitchen is quite clean and the dinner has not started yet, but it is obvious that the stove, table and kitchen are clean, spotless, and there is no water stain. All kinds of bowls, utensils, cookware and tableware are arranged in an orderly and neat manner.

There is also a statue of the Kitchen Lord next to the chimney of the stove. The Kitchen Lord is Dongchu Siming, which is popular among the family and protects the health and peace of the family. Therefore, the four big words "Kaochen Lord Siming" are written on it.

These winter bamboo shoots are also good things. Once they arrive at He Baozheng's wife Xifeng's hands, they become beautiful ingredients. Don't look at a very thick piece of winter bamboo shoots. After peeling off the bamboo shoots, there is not much left. The winter bamboo shoots are tightly wrapped, the meat is tender and crispy, the taste is very delicious, and the nutritional value is also high. Peel the shells, slice them, blanch them, cut them into shreds, put them in the pickles that are also cut into shreds, add some sesame oil cooking wine and chopped onion, stir-fry them, and stir-fry them with several bowls of rice with a plate of pickles.

A plate of fried winter bamboo shoots was served first. Several women did not sit on the table. They made another small table, and they were not seated now. Several people were helping with the pheasant bamboo rats. He Baozheng said he wanted to get some good things. The person disappeared for a while, and then he came back with a wine jar.

Liang Chuan looked at the wine jar, and the ash on the jar was accumulated in a thick layer. In ancient times, people liked to make wine, and the wine lasted for a long time. The so-called wine was aging fragrance, and the mouth of the jar was sealed with mud, but this looked like a good object. Compared with later wines wrapped in glass bottles, this kind of wine was packed in ceramic jars. Just looking at the packaging, you can tell that it is not an ordinary street product. If you change it to modern times, you take out a bottle of potted Maotai and say you want to invite everyone to drink. Others will definitely take out their mobile phones and post them on Weibo and WeChat Moments first. It’s a pity that no one can see this kind of good thing you enjoy now!

Liang Chuan looked at the big jar of good things, smacked his tongue, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his throat, swallowed several saliva, stared at the wine jar with his eyes, and asked Baozheng: "Don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine, don't be surprised by the heavy sleeping of the spring, and the gambling books will make the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was ordinary! He Baozheng, you are willing to take out this good object. Didn't you say that your own sorghum? Are your own sorghum hidden in kilns like this?"

"Oh, I can't recite a few slander poems. Although I can't read a big word, this one was not written by you, right? Haha, I seem to have heard someone chant it! You said this is sorghum? Ordinary?" He Baozheng's eyes were so excited that he was radiating golden light. He couldn't help but proudly said, "If you just put a sorghum into a jar of sorghum, you can just put it in a jar of sorghum, and you can use this skill to seal the mud and put it in the kiln? If you can find the second jar of this jar of wine in Fengshan, I won't drink it, and I will give it to you directly!"

He Baozheng picked up the wine jar, placed it in front of his face, put it on the sealing mud, and took a deep breath. His expression was like the satisfied expression of a drug addict who had just slipped away from ice, and his body was enjoying the sick pleasure.

After confirming that the sealing mud had not been opened and the smell of wine had not leaked, I slowly came back to my senses and said, "Today you have meat, I will have wine! The daughter of the previous dynasty's medicine king made it out. There was a tiger bone soaked in this tank for fifteen years. I thought that it would be cold in the future and I couldn't bear the smell of the waist bone. I was happy today, so I won't hide it anymore. Take it out and be happy together."

Tiger bone wine! This is a good thing. After 1993, after the country banned the trade of tiger bone loss, this thing was less and less on the market. Not to mention drinking it, I can’t even see it! Some of them are fake tiger bone wine made by moles. This old guy still has this treasure hidden in his home. I’m good at it, but it’s still aged for fifteen years! Not to mention tiger bone wine for fifteen years, even the ordinary Erguotou old Hengshui can make people feel like it!

Liang Chuan's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are already calling for the tiger bone wine of fifteen, but in order not to seem to have never seen the world, Liang Chuan still politely said: "He Baozheng, where did this tiger bone come from? It's not the tiger you slaughtered!"

He Baozheng glanced at Li Chuyi and said, "This one has to be said to Chuyi's younger brother, 16."

Li Chuyi actually has a younger brother? But when He Baozheng mentioned Li Chuyi's younger brother, a trace of inadvertent brilliance flashed in Li Chuyi's eyes, and it instantly faded again.

There is hot water for freshly cooked in the kitchen. Generally, the firewood in the pot will be placed on a pot of heat and kept burning, so as to prevent it from taking a long time to set the fire next time. The ready-made hot water will cause the rooster bamboo chicken to fade the feathers very quickly. When the hot water is burned, several women's hands grabbed and peeled it like lightning. The pieces of chicken feathers will be pulled down. The remaining fine chicken feathers will be picked up and then they will be on the chopping board in a while.

He Baozheng fell into deep thoughts, recalling the past, saying, "My brother and I were named Shiliu, but in fact, he was born in the fifteenth year, and his father said he would just call Shiliu. The three of us grew up wearing pairs of pants, fishing in the river and sucking birds on the mountain, and they all called each other together. We found delicious food and fun things, and we didn't just take them all, and took them out to share them."

"At that time, their family was really poor, and the land here was not raising a family of old and young people. After taking up a wife in the first year of junior high school, they had children. The family was so poor that they couldn't eat enough, and the children were so hungry that they couldn't even suck out milk. The family really had no choice but to serve in the army and pay the salary, but they were not afraid of starving to death. So the eldest son left his hometown to join the army in the first year of junior high school. He never sent a letter to his family, and from time to time he had to send money back. In this moment, he had been young for twenty years."

"A few years ago, Shiliu sent a letter back, saying that Chuyi died on the battlefield and the body was not found." He Baozheng said, "I didn't expect Chuyi to be alive, and now there is no news about Shiliu."

Li Chuyi knew these past events, and these things would torture him like a nightmare for many years. Time might forget a part of it, but once He Baozheng mentioned it, those scenes came to Li Chuyi's heart again.

Li Chuyi's face became less and less beautiful. Originally, Liangchuan made people feel quite serious, and his current expression made people stay away from him.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, Xifeng, bring three bowls!"

He Baozheng's wife Xifeng was chopping pheasants on the chopping board and chopping the chicken into pieces. He Baozheng called her to take the bowl, but he didn't say much. He obediently took out three large thick porcelain bowls from the cupboard and placed them side by side on the table, and then went to cook her pheasants.

There are obviously four men, why do you get three bowls?

He Bao looked at Zhaodi for a moment. I don’t know if he was worried about his tiger bone wine or had other ideas. He said to Zhaodi: “The second son of the Zheng family, you are still young, and this wine is not suitable for you. I will try it for you in the future.”

Although Zhao Di looked small, he was also the one who knew the quality of things. When he saw that the wine was a good thing, he had wanted to taste it for a long time. As a result, after waiting for this sentence for the night, he was unhappy and muttered to He Baozheng: "Master Baozheng, you are not kind, why am I a man who can't drink alcohol? If I don't drink more of your wine, just pour two sips for me to taste the taste!"

He Baozheng smiled and squinted his eyes at Zhao Di and said, "This is not just a tiger bone, but also other parts of the tiger. Not to mention a few sips, I just took a sip. There was no little daughter-in-law holding her at night. If you don't have a nosebleed, I will lose if you don't have a nosebleed!"

Liang Chuan knew what was added to the wine as soon as he heard it. His hands were rubbed hotly and said to Zhao Di: "Don't drink it, then Zhao Di, as drinking can easily make trouble. It is not a good thing. I want to drink it in the future. I will buy it for you. I won't drink it today."

Zhao Di was quite listening to Liang Chuan's words. Liang Chuan said nothing, so he didn't say anything, like a nasty vegetable leaf. Liang Chuan asked, "He Baozheng, what else has been added to this wine?"

He Baozheng waited for him for a long time to show the preciousness of the wine he had hidden for many years. He said proudly: "Breaking wind, forsythia, ephedra, plus deer antler, removing the beard, stems and root sections, and the wine fire must be burned first! Ginseng and Scrophularia must cut off the reed head, turtle shell, turtle shell and tiger bones must be removed. Not only does there be no muscles and bones on the bone armor, but also turtle shell and turtle shell are washed by the rain and are stained with autumn dew!"

He Baozheng talked about this jar of tiger bone wine so mysteriously. Although Liang Chuan and others didn't understand at all, they just heard that material and had to be washed by the summer rain. After the dew in autumn, they praised this good thing for being hard-won! Normal people throwing the materials into bubbles is a treasure. Even the auxiliary materials are so carefully selected. Liang Chuan himself wouldn't let outsiders drink them casually.

It’s worthy of Li Chuyi’s glory.

The oil cloth bag on the wine jar was sealed tightly with mud to avoid evaporation. After the mud was dry, it could be isolated from the air, so as to achieve the effect of burial and preservation. He Baozheng picked up the wine jar and placed it on his feet, slapped the mud seal with his palm. The sealing mud was loosened by the palm force. After it was loosened, He Baozheng pulled out the oil cloth. At that moment, a rich and mellow smell of wine spread throughout the kitchen. Although Yi Niang and the others could not drink, they were a little fluttering just by smelling this smell. The best medicinal wine for fifteen years was indeed extraordinary!
Chapter completed!