45 Chapter 45: Crispy Goose

"sit down."

There was no one else in the main hall, and Mo Qing spoke lightly.

Gu Mang was also rude, opened another chair, and sat down to open the bowl lid.

Eight dishes, including scallion sea cucumber, scallion fried yellow croaker, scallion roasted deer steak, scallion beef, scallion tofu, scallion egg soup, scallion pancakes-it looks like it's completely on the scallion, the only one does not have this faint green The dish on the charcoal pile by the table was a roast goose.

After stroking the axe for a day, Gu Mang was already hungry before his chest and back. He ignored the reaction of Mo Xi, and sat down and began to grab and eat with his hands.

Ignoring the jade pan on the table, he first caught a yellow croaker and took a big bite. As a result, he chewed it twice, and then he vomited the yellow croaker.

"It's ugly," Gu Mang said.

Mo stood still, folded his hands, and sat at the other end of the table looking at him elegantly: "Try another."

Gu Mang changed it again, grabbed a piece of roasted venison with onions, took it in his mouth, and spit it out again: "..."

"It's also ugly?"

"Ok."

"Then you change it."

Gu Mang was a little hesitant this time. He repeatedly looked at that table of dishes several times before he reached out his hand and carefully pulled out a piece of scallion pancake from the bamboo basket.

Instead of eating directly like the first two times, he sniffed the cake in his hand, wrinkled his nose, sniffed unwillingly, and finally licked his tongue with a tender tongue.

Mo Xi looked at the way his tongue licked / made. I don't know what it was thinking. The brown pupil moved slightly, and there was a gloom filled with that serious face. He turned his face to the side.

"I don't like this green one." After several attempts, Gu Mang said with a blue face, "I can't eat it."

Too normal, Mo thought, it's no wonder you can like it.

There may be many people in the world who have invited Gu Shuai to have dinner, but few people know Gu Shuai's taboos. Gu Mang was subject to the strictest discipline of Murong family since he was a child. He is very kind by nature, so He never smiled and thanked others for his kindness, and never pointed out which dishes on the feast he did not like.

When he tasted the scallion, he wanted to vomit. Even Murong, who had raised him for so long, didn't know, but the ink was clear.

"What is this green vegetable?"

Mo Xi said indifferently: "Onion."

Gu Mang pouted: "Then I don't like green onions."

Mo did not answer, raised his fingertips, and moved a little magic to make the fire in the charcoal pot more vigorous. The whole goose belly in the pot was filled with berries, strung on branches, and slowly roasted by the fire burning from the fruit trees. At this time, the goose meat was golden and crispy, and the ink was sprinkled with salt, then picked up a knife, and slowly and slowly sliced a piece of leg meat from the roast goose and handed it out.

"Try this."

Gu Mang took it. After experiencing the nightmare of "Onion", he looked very cautiously before holding his mouth. He held the roast goose leg and looked back and forth for a long time, and saw that it was grilled with oily, golden cancan, and it was steaming and meaty. The smoky incense of the fruit tree, the throat knot can't help moving up and down. But he asked very carefully, "No onions?"

"No."

So he took a bite, and the golden meringue instantly made a "creak" between the lips and teeth. The hot gravy and oil infiltrated the texture of the goose meat, and the cheeks became fragrant as soon as they fell into the tip of the tongue.

Gu Mang finished eating the goose legs in three or two bites, licked his fingers again, and stared at the roast goose in the fire pond with his eyes staring.

"Also," Gu Mang demanded.

Mo Xi today is rare. He didn't mind being called as a cook. He even thoughtfully pushed the roast goose dip made from a green plum in front of himself to Gu Mang.

He filled Gu Mang with a plate full of roasted goose, watching Gu Mang's delight, but he didn't move.

"Do you like this roast goose?"

Gu Mang's cheeks bulged, vaguely: "Like."

Mo faintly said, "That's good. The other dishes on the table are made by the chef, and only this one is made by me."

"You're terrific." Perfunctoryly said the chef Mo, Gu Mang continued to bury his roasted goose, obviously Mo Xi's voice was not as attractive as the crispy skin of roasted goose.

"Not great. I don't know anything about the chef. This roast goose was from a few years ago. When I marched, I was taught by a fellow of mine."

The snow owl outside the window fell, floating on the window rafter, accumulating a layer of crystal.

In the room, Gu Mang buried his head to eat meat, and Mo Xi's voice was rare and peaceful, like a sleepy beast trapped in a memory loach, and could no longer be fierce.

"At that time, he and I were only low-level monks, taking care of each other in the army .... It should be said that he took more care of me. He was three years older than me, and involved in the world earlier than me. He had better spells than me. I At that time, I felt that there was nothing in the world that he did not know. From the ghost to the mysterious, to the roast goose, he could say the truth. "

"It was also a winter day, a battle of fortifications, and the enemy army attacked the grain road, cut off our forages, lacked food, and distributed according to monks and other ranks." Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang, and his cold look was rare. He whispered, "Neither he nor I can eat enough."

"One night, we spent the night together patrolling on both sides of Yingzhai. And he didn't know how to do it. He caught a fat goose on a snowy day. He could have eaten by himself, but he called me happily. .You know I was pulling out at the time, and my appetite was much bigger than him. "

Mo Xi said here, and suddenly saw the opposite Gu Meng, raised his head.

"...what happened?"

Gu Mang licked his lips and pulled the plate in front of him: "One more leg."

Mo Xi raised an eyebrow slightly, and cut the remaining goose leg to him, and then continued to listen to the other party, then told his story.

"He picked some berries from the tree."

Gu Man looked up again, staring straight at him like Fang Cai.

Mo wiped his lower lips: "No, a goose only has two legs, not to mention that the one on your plate is not finished."

Gu Mang suddenly said without a thought: "The berries are so delicious."

"..." Mo Xi looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and said, "You're right, the berries are delicious. That person, he also likes to eat berries, and often spends a lot of time climbing to the tree to pick them, preferring There is a great difference between saying that the spell is taken down and that you have taken it off yourself. "

"He taught me how to make roasted goose. The ingredients are simple. With the exception of the goose, as long as a little salt, a handful of fresh fruit."

Gu Mang asked, "Eat with fruit?"

"No, it is filled in the washed goose belly, the goose meat is strung with branches, and then smoked and roasted with pine and litchi wood." Mo Xi said, "We sit by the fire pond, he adds some branches from time to time, etc. The goose roasted golden, and then sprinkled with salt. After removing it, remove the stuffed berries and eat the barbecue directly. He also told me at the time that he should be careful when eating this. "

"Be careful?"

"Stayed by the side for so long, smelled the fragrance for so long, and watched it gradually become golden-colored by the fire pond, dripping oil, it will inevitably become very hungry and hungry. At this time, we can't wait to bite. Go on. "Ink faintly," It is inevitable that it will burn your tongue. "

"Did you burn your tongue?"

"How can I do that." Mo Xi's eyes were blank, "It's you ..."

Gu Mang held his goose legs and licked his lips: "Look, I didn't get hot."

"... I didn't mean that. Forget it, it's nothing, you didn't say it."

Gu Mang managed to continue eating meat. For a whole goose, he ate half of it, and then held the rest of the fire for a while and stopped.

Mo Xi asked: "No more food?"

Gu Man nodded.

Mo Shi felt vaguely strange. This person's appetite now looks unbearable. How can half a roast goose fill up tonight? But before he thought about it, Gu Mang asked: "Your brother, what is his name?"

A word penetrates the heart.

Mo looked up, facing Gu Mang's eyes.

When Gu Mang asked this sentence, his eyes were clear and his expression was with undisguised curiosity. With ink in his eyes, he gradually felt uncomfortable.

Gu Mang ... Are you pretending?

If you pretend, how can you calm down like this ...

"That man." Mo paused. "His name is ..."

what is his name?

It's just the last two words, but it's stuck in the throat and can't say it anyway. Mo Xi was stunned by that name, and he said those words so many times, but at this moment it seemed like a tender dream that had been torn apart many years ago.

He couldn't say Gu Mang's name, but his eyes became red because of extreme tolerance.

Mo suddenly turned his face to the side, and his tone suddenly came more fiercely than before.

"Ask. What has to do with you."

Gu Mang: "..."

A meal was fascinating. When Gu Mang left, Mo Xi's eyes fell on the green plum dipping sauce on Gu Mang's elbow. He didn't explain the usage to Gu Mang during the meal, so the dipping pattern was not moved and he was completely neglected.

Mo closed his eyes, and a familiar voice came from his ears—

"Brother, you have no interest in eating roast goose alone. You try this dipping sauce made from plums, sweet and sour, and bite it with crispy skin-wow." The voice smiled, "OK I want to swallow even my tongue. "

Mo Xi even can clearly recall some details of the time, including the white snow, the slightly raised firewood ash, and the flickering fire pond.

Gu Man, who was sitting beside him at that time, smiled and fiddled with pine branches.

Gu Mang looked back, his eyebrows caged in the warm orange fire, his dark eyes were so deep and bright.

"Come, you **** piece, this one is wrapped in plum sauce."

"How's it going?"

"Hahaha, that is, when did your brother Gu Mang cheat you? In heaven and earth, I am the most sincere and never shy."

Mo Xi's fist couldn't help but clenched, and his nails got stuck in the flesh.

He only deliberately made the roasted goose slices very thin and sliced a lot. He also talked to Gu Mang because he knew that people would always be foolish when they were doing two things in succession.

When Gu Mang used to eat this sliced roast goose, each piece must be covered with this sweet and sour plum sauce. If you forget it, even if you take a bite, you must put it back in the dipstick and go back. It is his deep-rooted habit.

Before Mo went out, if Gu Mang was pretending, it would be difficult to listen to him while maintaining vigilance, and he would be at least accustomed to dipping it.

But no.

Gu Mang didn't seem to know what it was doing. The frozen plum sauce was as good as Mo Xie had just put on the table, but Mo Xie had lost the hope when it was placed.

He stood in the hall, and the window was filled with snow and snow, but the hall was a colder seat than the snow.

He didn't know why he had a strong set of grievances and itchy hate. He actually raised his hand and flipped the whole table to the cold! When Li Weiwen hurried up, he saw Mo Xi standing tiredly in front of the window, burying his face in the palm of his hand, his head was lowered, as if he wanted to break, and he was angry.

"Lord ..."

"Go out."

"Why is it Lord you, he can't remember whether it was pretend, but in fact the results are the same, why bother you-"

No, it's different.

Gu Mang he wanted, Gu Mang he hated, and Brother Gu that he admired, should be complete, able to compare or compete with him.

Only in this way can he breathe a sigh of relief from the betrayed hate, he can run forward, he can have the reassurance of revenge and hope.

Rather than the powerlessness of this punch into the cotton. Either his hatred or his resentment, there is no place to really pour out.

"Lord, Lord!" Suddenly a small cricket rushed in from outside, Li Wei immediately turned his head to wink at him, and said in a lip: What shout? I did n't see that He and Jun were in a bad mood!

The little sister-in-law was not embarrassed by people inside or outside. For a moment, she bowed her head and said: "Lord, the preacher of the king is here, and is waiting outside."

Mo Xi turned hus face slightly, and Jianmei lowered her head, "Cheralds?"

"Yes." Xiao Yan swallowed, "I am very anxious, saying that it is because of the important thing that you must see you immediately!"

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The author has something to say: Gu Mangmang: Why do we eat crispy goose? Can't you crispy duck?

Mo Xi: What crispy duck is rude, can you not be so proactive? !! Can you hold a point with Chu Wanning Xue Xue next door! !! !!

Gu Mangmang: Can you learn the enthusiasm with the second dog next door?

Ink off: No! Don't confuse me with that illiteracy! !!

Gu Mang: Then you still confuse me with the kind of dead and proud Jiao! !! !! I tell you if I learn from him! Our conversation will become like this! !! I learn to show you! !!

——The following is the small theater after Gu Mang 's transformation——

Mo Xi: Come and eat.

Gu Mang: What kind of thing do you deserve to talk to me like this?

Mo Xi: You eat or not.

Gu Mang: Don't eat! Bring me your food!

Mo Xi: You're bullshit!

Gu Mang: You are wanton!

Mo Xi: (cold stare)

Gu Mang: (cold stare)

Mo out: ...

Gu Mang: ...