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It was raining on the night of the night, until the second day has not stopped, the world is washed, it makes people feel refreshed.

Qin Fei sat at the door and watched the rain. I don't know if there is anything good about this rain. It will be until noon when I return to God.

I suddenly remembered that I didn't have a canopy. If it rained at night, the food stalls in the night market could not be opened.

The indoor area is small and there are no more than two tables.

Qin Fei went to buy a piece of canvas, so it was a toss, and a canopy was set up at the entrance of the shop. The craftsmanship was not good, and it was skewed, barely enough to avoid the rain.

After doing this, Chen Sanye and Ayiyi’s clothes were sent to the snail and the bamboo sign.

"Qin boss, I am afraid that I can't send you a bamboo stick in a while." Chen Sanye looked embarrassed.

"Why is this?" Qin Fei, although inquiring, but guessed that the busy season is coming, no one has to cut the bamboo stick.

"I don't know where to come from a group of bamboo raccoons, and the bamboo of a mountain has been tripped over." Chen Sanye gritted his teeth, it was all money.

The bamboo sticks required by Qin Fei must be cut from newly cut bamboo. Dead bamboo is prone to mildew and affects health.

Bamboo raccoon? The name sounds a bit rusty, but it also has a name called the bamboo rat.

In the era of Qin Fei, some people raised bamboo rats as pets, but more of them used bamboo rats as a single ingredient.

Bamboo rat meat is delicate, delicious and delicious. It is a game with high nutritional value but low fat and low cholesterol.

"Materia Medica" has records: "The bamboo rat meat is sweet, flat, non-toxic. Buzhong Yiqi, detoxification."

"Take me to see." Qin Fei eyes light.

Chen Sanye and Ayi shuddered, and Qin Fei’s eyes were somewhat familiar.

As the two came to the village behind the mountain, the bamboo did fall into pieces, but it was not entirely bamboo and rat. The heavy rain last night also broke a lot of bamboo.

The sound of bamboo forest rains, pattering, but listen carefully, there is a kind of squeaky teeth, dense, if you pass by in the middle of the night, you will definitely be scared.

Qin Fei followed the sound and picked up a bamboo branch, and saw a fat, chubby bamboo rat eating chicken.

This bamboo rat does not know whether it is stupid, not afraid of people, white Qin Fei, and continue to hold the bamboo piece with the front paws.

The yellowed incisor is like the most powerful sickle, grinding the bamboo into powder, and the sound of the molars is like this.

Qin Fei’s detective grasped the small tail of the bamboo rat and raised it. It’s not too small, at least six or seven pounds.

The bamboo rat was caught, the little eyes couldn’t tell the confusion, and then they reacted and made a shouting demonstration, but it was too late.

"Qin boss, can this bamboo raccoon eat?" In the eyes of Chen Sanye, this is a big mouse, and people are uncomfortable.

"Of course." Qin Fei once watched a net red anchor cooking bamboo rat, the practice is very simple, even if there is no systematic infusion of cooking skills, the same can be handled.

"When you send me the snails, I will catch one or two big bamboo rats by the way. I will accept every three pounds." Qin Fei said, he must leave, and go back and rush the bamboo rat. He is also a full-fledged Eating goods, I have long wanted to taste this game.

Chen Sanye snorted, and Qin Bo was really a man standing at the top of the food chain. Nothing could not be eaten.

But listening to the boss of Qin to spend money to buy bamboo rats, Chen Sanye's worries have been swept away, and quickly saved Qin Fei: "It is almost noon, if the boss of Qin does not disappoint, eat the meal and then go back to the city."

It was difficult to hold the heart, but Qin Fei had to go to Chen Sanye’s home.

Like the other villagers, Chen Sanye’s house is a thatched cottage in the adobe. The house is not well lit, but it is very clean.

There are five or six people in the family, his wife, two sons, and his eldest son had married a wife and children. The family is very good and welcomes Qin Fei’s arrival.

Drinking tea, chatting a few words, and soon there is no topic, Qin Fei said: "I am going to stew this bamboo rat."

"Qin boss is not easy to come to the house to be a guest, how can you let you cook?" Chen Sanye is never allowed, and, can this big mouse really cook?

However, under the strong request of Qin Fei, Chen Sanye had to listen to it.

Qin Fei borrowed the knife and went to the yard with the bamboo mouse.

Having said that, this bamboo rat is really a bit cute, hairy and stupid, no wonder someone will treat it as a pet.

"You are so sick when you are raining." Qin Fei slammed the bamboo rat.

Peel the skin, smash it into small pieces, add onion, **** and garlic, stir fry first, then add water and soy beans to boil. After the fire is boiled, turn to low heat and simmer.

Dad's daughter-in-law is a good cook. In this time, she has made three or five home-cooked dishes. I heard that Qin Fei is a restaurant, and he has a high level of low-mindedness.

Not long after, the food was served on the table, and the food was very rich.

There are bacon fried bamboo shoots, simmered chicken soup, fried chicken, fried cabbage... more than a dozen home-cooked dishes, regardless of color or taste, are very good, Qin Fei tasted after not praising: "Bacon fat but not greasy, chicken is soft Rotten ~www.wuxiahere.com~ good craftsmanship."

The daughter-in-law can get the praise of Qin Fei, and Chen Sanye also feels that there is light on his face, and he is busy with Qin Feifei.

This wine is a farmer's own rice wine, some turbid, but the taste is very good.

There is a poem written well, Mo Xiao farmer's wine cellar, Fengnian stayed in the chicken and porpoise.

It is written by the enthusiasm of the farmers.

"I almost forgot, my stewed bamboo rat." Qin Fei patted the brain, stewed for so long, should be able to out of the pot, they went to take.

The family at the dinner table was so happy that suddenly the face sank, and the younger son whispered: "Auntie, can you not eat the big mouse later?"

Chen Sanye hesitated for a while and whispered a lesson: "What kind of identity is Qin boss? If you don't eat it, don't give him face. Wait a minute for each bowl, and eat less than one family!"

The two sons and daughters were bitter and nodded.

Not long after, Qin Fei directly put the pot up, the soybeans were stewed full, bright yellow bright, bamboo rat meat is crystal clear, soup white.

After sprinkling some chopped green onion, Qin Fei ordered: "You can eat."

Speaking, Qin Fei took the lead in a bowl, drank a soup, rich and fragrant, chew a bamboo rat meat, muscles and teeth, full of collagen, and then a spoonful of soybeans, mouthful fragrance.

Although Qin Fei performed very deliciously, but Chen Sanye’s family still no one dared to chopsticks. Chen Sanye was anxious. He took the bowl of the younger son and filled the bowl: “Take the skill of Qin’s boss, the average person can No chance."

Then, the bowl of the eldest son and daughter-in-law's wife was full, and a pot of bamboo rat soup was seen at the end. Chen Sanye was relieved, so he would not have to eat it.

What is wit, **** and old, give yourself thirty-two praises not afraid of pride, Chen Sanye thinks like this.