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After finishing these, Lin Xiuer saw that there were still quite a few wild scallions left, so she made a wild scallion scrambled eggs and a cold bracken salad.

Finally, using the dough that Wang had prepared in advance, I quickly made several scallion pancakes that were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

It's used to dip in chicken broth or to wrap with stir-fried meat.

This combination of meat and vegetables, with a good balance of flavors, also includes a staple food.

"All done!" Lin Xiuer finally clapped her hands in satisfaction and took off her apron.

As dusk settled, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys above Qingshan Village.

As dishes were served one by one to the large wooden table temporarily set up in the center of the courtyard, the courtyard was filled with the mouthwatering aromas of various foods.

The chicken and mushroom stew in the central casserole dish has a thick and rich broth, and is garnished with a few red goji berries, making it look very appealing.

After the chicken and mushrooms have been stewed for a long time, their rich and intense aroma hits right to the soul.

Inside the earthenware pot, the milky white pork rib and mushroom soup was steaming hot, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and had a fresh and fragrant aroma.

The stir-fried pork slices are fresh and spicy, the bracken stir-fried with cured pork is salty and tempting, and the garlic-flavored mixed mushrooms are fresh and smooth.

There's also the golden-yellow and emerald-green stir-fried eggs with wild onions, and the refreshing taste of cold bracken salad...

A variety of aromas intertwined, dominating everyone's sense of smell.

The last rays of the setting sun lingered on the courtyard wall, and the sky turned a gentle indigo, with a few early-awakening stars twinkling on the horizon.

Newly bought lanterns were hung in the courtyard, their dim, warm light illuminating the small yard.

The people sitting around the table, looking at the table full of wild delicacies and smelling the enticing aroma, were already drooling and their mouths were watering.

Even the usually reserved Liu Ruyan had a clear look of anticipation in her eyes. Xiao Bao was clinging to the edge of the table, staring longingly at the pot of golden chicken soup.

Finally, Lin Xiuer clapped her hands and took out two rough earthenware wine jars from the corner of the kitchen. These were homemade rice wines that she had bought on her way back to the village.

The mud seal on the jar was broken, and a sweet, slightly intoxicating aroma of wine wafted out.

"Good food deserves good wine! Everyone's worked hard today, let's have a couple of drinks to relax!"

The wine bowls were set out, and the clear, slightly yellow wine was poured in, reflecting the warm yellow light of the oil lamp. The seven bowls clinked together with a soft "tinkling" sound.

"Cheers!" Hu Yidao, always the most hearty of them all, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, exhaling a breath of alcohol, and exclaimed, "That's great! This liquor's strong!"

Lin Xiuer smiled brightly: "Alright, let's eat! Try this heavenly delicacy we brought back from the mountains ourselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of chopsticks moved almost simultaneously, reaching for their favorite dishes without hesitation.

At this moment, all the fatigue and all the troubles turned into a devout anticipation of the exquisite meal before me.

In the courtyard, laughter and chatter filled the air, bowls and chopsticks clattered, and the steam from the food mingled with the twilight.

Wu Liangcai had his eyes glued to the pot of chicken stew with mushrooms for a while. He couldn't wait to pick up a small piece of chicken leg, blow on it, and put it in his mouth.

The chicken is stewed until it's so tender it falls off the bone, requiring almost no chewing. The rich broth and the umami flavor of the mushrooms have permeated every fiber.

The salty and savory flavor with a hint of sweetness instantly spreads from the tip of the tongue to the stomach, creating a feeling of intense happiness.

"Mmm...hot! Delicious! So delicious!" he mumbled, then quickly scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, before eagerly reaching for the plump pine mushroom.

The mushrooms have absorbed the essence of the chicken soup, resulting in a soft, glutinous, and rich texture. When you bite into them, it feels like a burst of delicious juice is coming out of your mouth.

Termitomyces mushrooms are plump and tender, while porcini mushrooms are chewy and juicy, bursting with delicious juice with every bite.

The aroma, infused with the unique fragrance of lemongrass, was so rich and complex that he almost wanted to swallow his tongue.

"These mushrooms are even better than meat!" He slurped the bones, his face full of ecstasy. The intense, concentrated flavor of the wild mountains made him squint his eyes in delight.

Chen Mingxuan, on the other hand, has a particular fondness for the spicy and tender sliced ​​meat.

The meat slices were indeed as tender and smooth as I had imagined.

Coated in a thin, slightly spicy and numbing sauce, the aroma of wild peppers is fresh and enhances the flavor. It is completely different from the delicate dishes he usually eats, and is a kind of rugged and refreshing taste that hits the taste buds directly.

He ate several bites before finally finding a moment to pick up a piece of cold bracken fern salad. The bracken fern, blanched just right, retained its crisp and tender texture.

The dish is made by mixing wild garlic, vinegar, and a little sesame oil. It's refreshing and cuts through the richness of the meat slices, perfectly balancing their intense flavor.

"Xiuer, the meat slices are cooked to perfection! The bracken fern is also seasoned perfectly!"

He praised it sincerely, then took another sip of rice wine. The sweet liquid slid down his throat, feeling incredibly soothing.

Ping An ate with refined manners, but his chopsticks moved very quickly.

He first tried the stir-fried bracken with cured pork. The savory and chewy cured pork was a perfect match for the tender and slightly bitter bracken.

The fat from the cured pork gives the bracken fern its soul, while the bracken fern cuts through the richness, leaving a mouthful of the salty and fresh flavor of the mountains.

He ate quickly but without looking disheveled. Occasionally, he would glance up and see Lin Xiuer smiling as she served food to Wang Shi and Xiao Bao, and then casually added a well-cooked pork rib to his bowl.

Liu Sanzhen's chopsticks steadily reached for the stir-fried mixed mushrooms with garlic.

The various mushrooms, stimulated by lard and plenty of golden minced garlic, exude a primal and domineering aroma.

He picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth; the unique smoothness, tenderness, freshness, and elasticity of the mushrooms intertwined between his teeth.

The garlic aroma is rich but not overpowering; instead, it brings out the ultimate natural flavor of the mushrooms. The simple seasoning brings an incredibly satisfying taste.

He chewed slowly, his eyes filled with amazement, and then picked up another bite with his chopsticks.

Old Hu isn't picky at all; he loves every dish.

The chicken has a rich, savory flavor, the shiitake mushrooms have a strong aroma, the rock tripe has a smooth texture, and the umami flavors of several kinds of mushrooms are layered on top of each other, creating a delicious, fragrant, crisp and tender dish.

Fluffy, golden eggs, wrapped in fragrant, vibrant green wild onions, offer a comforting, homey warmth, while the wild onions add a touch of wild mountain spirit.

"Hey girl, how did you fry these eggs? The ribs are delicious, and the eggs are just as good."

Stir-fried bracken with cured pork is increasingly fragrant with each chew, while cold bracken salad is refreshingly sour and spicy.

Xiao Bao was fed by Wang Shi. He drank a few mouthfuls of delicious chicken soup and tender pork ribs. He smacked his lips and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

As Wang ate the cold bracken salad and tender chicken, her face beamed with pride and joy. Her Xiuer was truly capable and filial.

Liu Ruyan was the most refined, sipping her rice wine in small sips, and two blushes quickly rose to her cheeks.

She particularly enjoys mushroom and pork rib soup.

The soup is clear yet has a lingering flavor. The aroma of the pork ribs and the sweetness of the mushrooms blend perfectly. The winter melon is soft and tender, and drinking it warms you from your throat to your stomach, making you feel extremely comfortable.

She also tried the chicken stew with mushrooms, and the rich and delicious flavor made her eyes light up with amazement.

She couldn't help but whisper in praise, "Sister Lin's cooking skills are indeed well-deserved. The flavors of the mountains and fields are more appealing than many delicacies from restaurants."

Lin Xiuer rolled up a pancake.

Tear off a corner, dip it in the thick broth of the chicken and mushroom stew, and put it in your mouth. The aroma of the pancake, the meat, and the mushrooms blend perfectly.

I picked up another piece of garlic and mixed mushrooms, rolled it up on the pancake, and ate it. The different textures collided in my mouth, and a sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously.