Xinke

Chapter 18.

Listen to the fragrance

Round and round acacia beans, cook slowly, put in patience and waiting.

Throw in rock sugar one by one to make it taste sweet and glutinous.

A little bit of salt is the finishing touch.

Flatten the dough, roll it out, and put the red bean stuffing obediently on it.

"Taste it, people down the mountain always say, this is the taste of lovesickness!" The little lady took a piece of snack and stuffed it into her mouth. "This small empty mountain, when it comes to cooking and making dim sum, my family's Ah Shi is the second, so no one dares to recognize the number one!"

Lin Xiao stared blankly at the handsome man named Ah Shi setting up the snacks on the table before taking off his apron.

The young master Ruyu just now became a bit gentle and kind when he was touched by the fireworks.

On the forehead, on the cheeks, rubbed face powder.

"My Ah Shi~" The little lady shook her head and wiped it off for him, making it more like a cat.

He wasn't angry either.

The four of them sat under the tree, drinking jasmine tea and listening to the tree bells jingling.

"Ah Shi, smell it, what is it? Your blue bird clan is the most precious. If you can go down the mountain easily, I will bring it back for you."

The little lady lifted a bottle and uncorked it.

It's cold, frosty and snowy, mixed with the fragrance of dead wood, and sparse birdsong.This is the first clear sky after the snow in Xiaokong Mountain.

Another one.The sweet and greasy orchid fragrance is mixed with the not too pungent wine smell, and the miscellaneous pipa whispers.This is the night at Tianhexuan in Shuanglong Town.

Another one.The dampness of the drizzle, the dampness of the rocks, and the rustling of bamboo leaves.This is a boat trip along the Phoenix River.

There is one more.A little bit salty, with tidal flavor, distant sound of waves, and reverberation in belly of red conch with big belly.What part of the coast is this.

The smells from all over the world are all inside, disturbing the world of mortals, as if in front of your eyes.

Xiao Lin thought, that would be great, if he could collect the roads he drove with taste.

It can also let Mr. Mountain Fox in Xiaokong Mountain accompany him to walk the road he has walked.

Take a look at the scenery he walked through.

"This is what I gave you..."

The cold-faced Mr. Shi also took a glass bottle and handed it to the surprised young lady.

Quiet, empty, without any smell.There is no sound.

It was like an endless darkness.

Roots stretched into the soil, and leaves rustled softly in the wind.Raindrops, falling snow, crushed ice, alternate and monotonous tastes.Year after year passed.

Suddenly, a little sparrow's cry sounded.There will be the fragrance of flowers, the fresh air of lotus leaves, and the smoke of firewood in the farmhouse.

At the end of the day, it is the fragrance that rises when the red beans are boiled for a long time.

That is the taste of lovesickness, endless.

After the little lady smelled it, she silently stretched out her hand and covered Ah Shi's.

"I know it all."

There was silence between heaven and earth, and another gust of wind passed by.

"Xiao Xinke, I promised you just now, you come, this one is for you."

The little lady searched for a long time in the incense bottle before she took one.

Lin Xiao grabbed the corner of Yan Xiao's clothes, leaned over, and shrugged the tip of his nose.

The smell of dew in the forest, the smell of green grass, the sun shining on the dew.

The fragrance of ink in the pages of that Taoist book, why do people like to chew on words?Obviously it tastes strange in the mouth, bitter and astringent.

The Taoist put sweet-scented osmanthus sugar and pine nut sugar on it with his fingers, lit its nose once and then, and was wrapped by its tongue, sweet and fragrant.

The millet porridge that the Taoist boiled on the stove, the small fish fried in the pot, and the glutinous rice balls that were ups and downs in the night of Shangyuan.

In the Taoist's arms, there is water sandalwood that is cool in summer and warm in winter.

The smile on the corner of the Taoist's mouth was still a little blood red, a little sad, but also a little happy.

The Taoist said: "People, there will be a day when you leave. Don't waste your practice for so long because of my little disaster. I can't bear it. You are raised by me. But remember, I don't want you anymore." , stop trying to be tempted by others!"

Lin Xiao seemed to see the fox lying in the snow, wipe the corners of his eyes, why would the fox cry?

Is this practice just for these belated tears?

Lin Xiaoru was in the clouds and mist, twisted into a ball like a cat scratching in his heart, and then evacuated all of a sudden.

"Xiaoyan, this bottle is yours, do you want to smell it?"

The little lady handed over a small bottle again, asking with a smile.

Lin Xiao was stunned.

Shake his head.

Lin Xiao seems to know how many stories should be in it.

This little fox with moths flying into the flames, or someone in the dark, didn't know how many secrets he wanted to reveal to him along the way, and sent him a letter of the past?

"Crack!" Lin Xiao knocked the bottle to the ground.

He rubbed the fox boy into his arms indifferently, and pressed the corner of his sleeve with his fingers to cover his nose fiercely.

The little letter said seriously: "We don't hear it! We don't want to! I want you!"

"Ouch!"

On the back of Xiao Xinke's hand, he was hit hard.

The teeth marks left by the two pointed teeth are not polite.

Little Xinke didn't admit defeat, he stretched out his feet and crushed the bottle.

The colored glaze all over the place contained a few touches of blood, and there was also the cry of "Ouch, Ouch" from the little messenger.

Where can there be other flavors.