Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 47

For dinner, Zhaoming cooked a large pot of distiller's grain dumplings, sprinkled a little sweet-scented osmanthus honey on each bowl, and put a pinch of red and green winter melon sugar shreds.

Qiao Kuan followed the example of other educated youths and sat by the fire with a bowl in both hands. This bowl of rice dumplings with fermented lees cannot be said to be extremely delicious. After all, Qiao Kuan has eaten a lot of good things in the past, including delicacies from all over the world, but this bowl of crude rice dumplings seems to have a special warmth in it.

The wine grains are not the best, the osmanthus honey is not the best either, and cheap winter melon sugar shreds are also added. But the sweet and sourness of the lees is just right, the sweet-scented osmanthus honey accentuates the aroma of the wine, the dumplings are glutinous and elastic, and the soup is clear and pure, as if everything is the most precise ratio.

Like the glimmer of light leaking from the corner of the house, like the grass spreading freely in the garden.

It was really strange, Qiao Kuan seemed to taste the warmth that burned into his heart from a bowl of rice dumplings that didn't look very delicate and expensive. A little confidence arose in my heart for no reason. The person who made this bowl of soup must also be a person with warmth and light shining from his soul.

Qiao Kuan, no, or Wei Ge, he knew from the first moment he saw Zhao Ming that that was the person he was looking for. People's habits can change, their appearance can change, but there is a certain quality that is difficult to explain that will never change. He has been here for a long time. From north to south, the points given by the system are always intermittent. Waiting and waiting, until he was in his twenties, he glanced at Zhaoming on the street corner, like a moth touching a flame.

They said he was sick, and Wei Ge had to admit that he was indeed sick and that he lacked his own medicine.

Buying wine was really a wrong decision. He bought wine. Every time he took a sip, he thought of his uncle who was unaware of his immature words and spoke very frankly. He was like a kitten raising its paws. Every time he thought about it, My heart felt itchy once.

He wanted to wait, but his mind could wait, but his heart couldn't.

His appearance, figure, voice, conversation, innocence and cunning hidden within, all of them scratched his itch.

"Ah!" Zhaoming sneezed, rubbed his nose, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it.

"Isn't it too cold? Come on, come closer to the fire." The big brother in the educated youth stepped away a little with concern, letting Zhaoming get closer to the fire.

"It's okay. I just made skewers of vegetables and rice cakes. Everyone can help themselves."

Zhaoming brought a plate of washed, chopped and skewered mustard greens, leeks, dried tofu, rice cakes, etc. from the kitchen, as well as ground five-spice powder, sweet and spicy sauce, sesame seeds and other items. Everyone cheered when they saw it, and each person took a few skewers. In fact, this portion is not enough to fill you up, but barbecue is not meant to fill your stomach.

"I want leeks."

"Do you still have dried tofu and mushrooms?"

Seven or eight hands reached for the plate, and no one was polite. Only Wei Ge, the guest, looked on with some surprise. Zhaoming quickly grabbed two bunches of rice cakes from the plate and gave one to Wei Ge.

"I'm not good at it, so I'll just let it go and waste it." Wei Ge said.

"Okay, I'll help you bake it." Zhaoming, no doubt that he was there, took two skewers of rice cakes and baked them very seriously. His eyes are big and his face is small. He looks very childish. The fire is jumping, and he feels more like a child than a young man.