"The winter bamboo shoots are delicious but not easy to dig. Can you do it in Fengzi?"

Winter bamboo shoots are really good things. They are rich in nutrients, rich in trace elements such as amino acids, proteins, calcium and magnesium, and extremely rich in cellulose. They have excellent medicinal and food functions, and are tender and fresh, crisp and refreshing.

Of course, for Li Feng, this is all small money. Winter bamboo shoots at the end of October are expensive. Li Feng searched around. "Look, there are a lot of loose mud here, and there are still cracks here."

Speaking, Li Feng stepped on it. "It's very soft, there must be winter bamboo shoots underneath."

"Okay, Fengzi, I understand all this."

"There is a bamboo forest at the entrance of the village and understands a little bit."

Li Feng smiled and said, "When digging winter bamboo shoots, you must pay attention to finding places with dense bamboo branches, especially those with dark green bamboo leaves."

"Look, this is the one here. According to the direction guided by the first plate of branches and leaves, usually the bamboo shoots are in this direction. Don't dig too deep when you dig, otherwise it will hurt the roots."

"Fengzi really knows it, but Fengzi, you don't have tools, how can you dig it? Don't tell us to use hatchets."

"Tools, no need."

Li Feng smiled and said, "Second Brother, start."

Just kidding, there is a super ground turner, but Li Feng is doing it himself.

As soon as the second senior brother came on stage, the live broadcast room was speechless. Not to mention, the second senior brother's nose is really suitable. Sure enough, the second senior brother gained something with his mouth. "Okay, he's not a small person."

More than 10 centimeters of winter bamboo shoots were exposed, and Li Feng immediately cut them off with a hatchet, put the good things into the cloth. The second senior brother followed Li Feng's instructions and dug out the winter bamboo shoots one by one. Xiao Erhei, the guy, even followed him to see.

Not to mention, the black bear's skill in digging pits is no worse than the ability of a wild boar to arch the ground. Now, there is another new force. The young monk who surprised Li Feng the most actually brought Wukong and the little black donkey to join in.

"The little monk is so powerful."

The little monk seemed to be better at finding winter bamboo shoots than Li Feng, and he found one by one. There was a bamboo forest not far from the Love Temple. The little monk tried to dig winter bamboo shoots to make winter dishes. No wonder. In the morning, he dug more than a hundred winter bamboo shoots, otherwise he would be afraid that the second senior brother would not be able to bear it and could not carry it, so he could dig a little more.

There was no way, the second senior brother carried a pot and pan on his back, as well as some other wild vegetables, wild fruits, and meat. Now he got a few hundred kilograms of kilograms of winter bamboo shoots, and Li Feng had to leave and lead the second senior brother.

"There is a small village about thirty miles away from here. Let's hurry out of the mountains before dark."

He led his second senior brother Li Feng and said as he walked. "On the road, Fengzi will introduce you to some delicious dishes made of winter bamboo shoots."

"Maple bamboo shoots are delicious and have astringent flavor. Ordinary people are not used to eating them."

“This is simple.”

Li Feng said with a smile. "I'll share with you a little trick. Peel the winter bamboo shoots and put them in a cold water pot. Cook them for 20 or 30 minutes and then they will lose their bitter taste. However, I personally like the bitter taste of winter bamboo shoots. It's even better to stir-fry them with bacon."

"This is true, there is always something missing without astringent taste."

I talked about winter bamboo shoots all the way out of the forest. It was almost five o'clock, so I found a small courtyard in the residential area and even made a dinner for 100 yuan. This was very affordable.

"Thank you uncle, aunt."

The owner of the yard is an old couple in their sixties. They are very nice and dedicated farmers.

It was originally unwilling to ask for a hundred yuan, but Li Feng forced it to others.

While having supper, someone outside was looking for the uncle. "Tomorrow, tomorrow won't be done."

"Uncle San, Aunt San, Xiaoli will get married tomorrow. It won't be possible without a stove." The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. Li Feng looked a little tired when he looked at him. It sounded like his daughter would get married tomorrow.

"It's not that your third uncle doesn't help. Your third uncle got hurt when he got off the ground yesterday. This supper was made by someone from a foreign doll." Aunt San pointed at Li Feng and said.

Li Feng took the initiative to cook dinner, but I didn't know what the uncle was doing. The main reason was that the two old men were old, and some people didn't want money. After stuffing for a long time, Li Feng simply stopped giving it to him and brought some winter bamboo shoots and meat.

Who would like to think that they would rather not? When Li Feng thought about it, he would make a good meal by himself, which would be a reward for him. This is not about fried winter bamboo shoots with bacon and venison, and a wild bamboo fungus soup, and a few small side dishes, which is a delicious table of delicious food.

"Fengzi, isn't this a good thing to come to your door?"

"Good thing?"

"That's right, the stove means a chef. If someone marrys his daughter, if you ask the chef for help, you will definitely give him a big red envelope."

"That's really caught up."

Li Feng had no intention of participating, but he saw that what the audience in the live broadcast room said was really reasonable and he interjected.

But Sun Fu, who is married to his daughter, is not very willing. Whose chef doesn’t invite a famous third uncle in all corners of the country? It’s such a thing to ask a young man to do it.

"This kid's food is very good. Lao Liu, please sit down and try it. If it matches the taste, please ask. If it doesn't match the taste, your third uncle will help you ask Wang Laowu in the town." Aunt San said this, and Sun Fu had no choice but to sit down and taste it a few times. He said that the taste of this dish is really good.

"What kind of soup is this?"

"Bamboo fungus soup."

"No, there are bamboo shoots here."

"It's bamboo fungus."

Li Feng smiled and said, "It's not bamboo shoots."

As he said that, he introduced wild bamboo fungus. When he heard that it cost hundreds of dollars per pound, Sun Fu almost vomited it out. "It's so expensive, no wonder it tastes good."

Not to mention Sun Fu, even Aunt San felt that bamboo fungus was too expensive. "This kid, it's not easy for you to pick bamboo fungus, why did you make soup?"

The old couple also thought that Li Feng was a mountain picker, and went to the forest to find wild fungi, which was a hard work. They didn’t have much money all day long, and there were not many opportunities to pick good things like bamboo fungus, so they never thought of making soup for them.

I have no idea that it is easy for Li Feng to pick bamboo fungus from other places. He picked vegetables and said that he would sell it for money. It is not as hard and urgent as other mountain pickers.

"How is it, is it done?"

"Good, good craftsmanship."

Sun Fu tasted a few bites, and asked Li Feng without saying anything about this skill. "How about cooking a big pot of vegetables?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will cook a pot. You think it's OK. I'm going to cook. If you don't, please find someone else."

"I won't wait for tomorrow morning, I'll go to my house to have a stove later."

Sun Fu was quite anxious and could wait until tomorrow. There were many relatives at home tonight, all of whom were old relatives, and there were not many details, and there were also people from the village to help.

This will let Li Feng go to cook. The precise meaning is that Li Feng eats it almost. "So, I'll go there now, and Dashu and the aunt will take care of me here."

"become."

When we came to Sun Fu's house, let alone the two-story building, we had bluestone strips in front of the door, and stones were pulled around the courtyard wall. The tall piles of firewood were neatly piled up by the yard, and we were erected from the town to set up a large iron pot.

There are all vegetables, pork, fish, chickens and ducks. If you are well prepared, you will be short of the chef. It was originally a chef from the town, but something happened to someone at home. There was no way, so I just found my third uncle. Unfortunately, I didn't want to do it. Unexpectedly, my third uncle injured his hand.

"Dad, why didn't the third master come here?"

He is young in his twenties and is dressed quite fashionable. This is Sun Fu's youngest son who follows Sun Fu in decoration. Sun Fu is an old carpenter. He has been working for decoration companies in the past few years, so it's quite profitable.

This is not the first one in the village to build a two-story building, but the dowry of a daughter is thicker than other families.

My youngest son is in the city all year round, and he has a little bit of a city-like attitude. He speaks and does things like Sun Fu, paying attention to the pomp. "Your third master is injured and cannot take care of him. This is not allowed to invite Mr. Li to take care of him."

"he?"

"Fengzi, I look at this person and I look down on you."

"Who made Fengzi too young?"

"The big pot of dishes is not easy to cook, and it makes sense for people to suspect it."

"Dare to doubt Fengzi, Fengzi teaches him how to be a human being in every minute."

Li Feng was amused and crying. "Sun Dongjia, there are a few tables of dishes tonight, it's getting late."

"Three tables, trouble."

Sun Fu threw a wink at his son. "Go into the house and talk."

"What do you need here? Mr. Li said." Because Li Feng was young and it was hard to scream, he called him the teacher from outside, and called him Mr. Li Feng felt that it was interesting for the first time he was called this.

"I'm still calling me sir to cook."

"Shouldn't you call a big spoon?"

"I haven't heard of a call me sir, it's really weird here."

"What's Fengzi laughing? Do you know what's the name here?"

Li Feng smiled. "Not to say that, I know something about it, not far from Xiangxi here."

"Here is a chef and a pottery."

Li Feng smiled and said, "While preparing the materials, Fengzi told everyone that I also know the customs here. There is a custom of holding weddings and not cooking pots in the whole village. There are a lot of work to be done tomorrow. I order it today, and there are not many people around."

"After saying this, it's not easy to make money from this red envelope."

"It's okay. I just glanced at the village. There were at most twenty or thirty households, and there were not many people in total."

Li Feng was washing the big pot. Li Feng was asking for fun events here with his third uncle and used a bowl and a nine-double bowl. He said that it was transmitted from Hunan Province. Li Feng didn't know whether it was because of whether Li Feng was. Let's talk about it for now.

"Nine Doubans, it sounds interesting."

"It's interesting. I heard that this Jiudou Bowl is also called Baba Banquet."

"Baba Banquet?"

OK, everyone's curiosity was raised. "What does it mean?"

"It was said that it was a wedding and white event in the past, and there were not so many tables, chairs and benches in the village, so the banquet could only be placed on the Tianba, so this name was given."

"It's really interesting."
To be continued...