"You..."

Ling Yuxin couldn't help but smile after hearing this. After Wen Yiming joked, she relaxed when eating frogs. The whole plate of meat was put into the pot and churned in the red oil soup, fragrant and very attractive.

"tasty!"

Wen Yiming picked up a piece of stone chicken, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, it immediately turned into a rich and delicious soup. The taste buds were jubilant, and the frogs seemed to ring in his ears, which were crisp and pleasant, and the harmonious and interesting nature was filled with nature.

“The frog is so delicious!”

Ling Yuxin picked up a small piece and took a bite. She was instantly conquered by the delicious food. She couldn't help but sigh: "It's so fresh and tender, so delicious!"

Everyone laughed and continued to feast on. Soon the whole plate of stone chicken was wiped out. Everyone was sweating and exhausted, which was very satisfying.

"Come on, try the freshly picked bamboo shoots in our mountains!"

Ah Feng came to two large plates of milky white bamboo shoots and smiled and said, "I guess everyone is a little spicy. It's okay, but I will know what fresh bamboo shoots mean after I eat them!"

When I smelled Yiming, the crispy and tender spring bamboo shoots in front of me took advantage of the continuous wetness of the spring rain and broke out into the ground to become a good dish on the plate. Because it belongs to spring, it smelled in the nose and was full of the taste of spring.

"A night of spring rain, the bamboo shoots are in line with the eaves, which means that the spring bamboo shoots are vigorous and grow very fast, so the spring bamboo shoots must be eaten in time. When we mountain people pick spring bamboo shoots, they must pick those that have just been drilled out of the soil to be tender and yellow, which is particularly delicious. The closer the sections of the bamboo shoots are, the more tender, smoother and refreshing the flesh."

Afeng introduced: "The mountains here do not produce mosaic bamboos, mostly water bamboos, oil bamboos, and spotted bamboos, which are elegantly called Xiangfei bamboos. The first two types of bamboos are all delicious, but the shells are covered with sprinkled bamboo shoots. The Miao people call it "heat bamboo shoots or bitter bamboo shoots, and they are bitter and unedible."

"When it rains, the mist in the bamboo forest is misty, and crystal water droplets hung on the tips of the bamboo shoots that have just broken through the ground, which is extremely fresh. This is the bamboo shoots spring after the rain, fresh and elegant."

"When picking bamboo shoots, I aimed at the new bamboo shoots five or six inches tall, and with a slight kick, the whole root was crisp and crisp. Although it was a waste of time, it was a pity to leave a white and tender piece in the soil."

"We usually use a small spatula to stick the root of the bamboo shoots and insert it diagonally under the soil, and then lift it gently. When peeling the bamboo shoots, cut a hole in the bamboo shoots vertically, and cut it to the meat of the bamboo shoots, and lift the shell completely from bottom to top. The bamboo shoots will not break, and they will be in a complete strip shape."

Ling Yuxin usually eats vegetarian food and likes bamboo shoots the most. She continued: "Actually, I think the most delicious thing is the green and moist little wild bamboo shoots! The leaves and branches of the little wild bamboo are tough, and they grow in deserted and deserted places, like dikes and tombs, mixed with wild grass and thorns."

"The bamboo shoots are a little later. They crawl out of the ground around the beginning of April when spring is deep. They look like green jade hairpins, peeling off all the shells, and a small strip of thin strips. The peerless, untainted and dusty temperament and elegant and refined and delicate body will move you."

"I especially like to cut small bamboo shoots into pieces and stir-fry pickles with shredded pork. If you add some green broad beans or round pea grains, it will be really fresh."

"The Yangtze River surrounds the countryside and knows the beauty of fish, and the beautiful bamboos are connected to the mountains and bamboos are fragrant!"

Wen Yiming and Ling Yuxin looked at each other and smiled, "I was lucky enough to go to Jiuhua Mountain a few years ago. I lived there for two or three days. I had a delicacy of food and everything was full of bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were big and strong, and juice was oozing out from the cut at the bottom, which was very fresh."

"Peeling the bamboo shoots with thick chestnut shells, a faint green layer of white, cut into thick hob pieces and blanched them in water, braised with the meat, or bring small ribs and added bacon to cook together, without any seasoning, the meat is rotten and ready to eat, serve it on a large bowl and a large bowl, and the room is full of greedy aroma."

"We went down to the steep slope of Longchi Grand Canyon to look at the wild tea trees, and found that the kind of small wild bamboo you mentioned were everywhere, but it was even more lush among the rocks in the cliffs. The spring breeze blew, the azaleas bloomed and the sangs cried, and the small bamboo shoots poked their heads out from the bushes and thorns all over the mountains, and their eyes were full of."

"The homestay we stayed in, when adults picked tea during the day, children made bamboo shoots, leaving an old lady sitting on a bamboo chair at the door to peel the bamboo shells."

"Tear out a little skin of the bamboo shoots first, wrap them around the index finger, and turn them three times to form a slim and tender white bamboo shoot with the coat removed. Peel a basket full of boiling water, blanch it, and drive out the sun. In the forest where bamboo trees are filled, the birds sing quietly."

Ling Yuxin put the tenderest tip of the bamboo shoots into her mouth, and chuckled: "The higher the spring bamboo shoots, the tenderer the meat. When it comes to the tip of the bamboo shoots, even the shells are so tender that they will break when touched. It is the most beautiful to eat raw!"

"Although bamboo shoots are delicious, they are mostly in the supporting role, like a fresh little jasper. Although they live in a corner, they are peaceful and quiet, but they are hard to forget. Not ostentatious is the indifferent and outspoken artistic conception, and a little bit of the bitter temperament of a literati."

Afeng's wife brought a bowl of white rice, which were full, as white as jade, soft as in the mouth. It was served with bamboo shoots, and the fragrance was elegant and greasy. The meal was very satisfied.

After packing up, Afeng said: "There is a market in the village in the afternoon. Many people will set up stalls to sell mountain goods. Today we can no longer enter the mountain, we can only wait for tomorrow. If you are interested, you can go and have a walk."

Wen Yiming nodded, and was full of wine and food. He was just enough to have a meal. A few people went to book accommodation first, and then went directly to the market in the middle of the village. Sure enough, there were many people, not only Miao people, but also many foreign merchants.

Several people walked and turned, selling everything, including bamboo shoots, wild fungus, and various mountain delicacies. The more they walked, wood gradually appeared. Some people started selling yellow rosewood, which were basically small materials, branches, roots, and head materials.

Wen Yiming used his sense of smell to hunt treasures. After walking around, he didn't get any results. Huanghuali had a few good small ingredients, but the price was not low, and there were many buyers, and they were all popular goods.

"Huh? This is..."

Just as he was about to give up, a strange smell suddenly came, attracting him to an inconspicuous street stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a piece of red cloth on the ground, with everything in it.

"Brother, is this ebony?"

Wen Yiming squatted down and picked up the root of the tree in front of him. His hands were cold and heavy, and his whole body was pitch black. An unprecedented smell came to his nose.

"It's ebony, 300,000!"

The middle-aged man looked up at Wen Yiming and said casually: "Baby is a baby, no one can recognize the goods. Now they are playing with red sandalwood and yellow rosewood. Who still remembers that there is ebony at home and it is not exchanged for money?"

"Three hundred thousand?" Wen Yiming weighed the tree root with his hand and said, "I want it for 200 thousand!"

"No, the price is 300,000!"

The middle-aged man slowly stood up and said firmly: "Baby has been in my hands for more than two years. From the beginning of one million to the present 300,000, it is already the bottom line! If you know the goods, 300,000 yuan, you can't lose a penny!"

"Okay, deal!"

Wen Yiming grabbed Shugen tightly and agreed quickly. He made a successful transfer of money. He held Shugen and turned around and left. He said excitedly in secret: "300,000? If I had five million, I wouldn't change it!"
Chapter completed!