newbobooks Chapter 972 Book
Chapter 972 Book
Zhou Guo covered his face and helped to pack up. A business worth a few cents ended up blowing in the wind for almost an extra hour. Fortunately, they were in good health and strong, otherwise they would have caught a cold and the money would not be enough to pay for the medical treatment.
When they returned home, the old man had already peeled all the winter bamboo shoots.
All the roast ducks for the Great Heat have been roasted, and the yard has been cleaned up. The old man is sitting by the fire in the house, drinking tea, and roasting charcoal. He is reading a book, which is a rare occurrence!
There was a circle of taro and eggs in the charcoal basin.
Zhou Guo walked into the room and smiled, "Master, is it cooked?"
The old man flipped through the pages of the book without looking up. "It's almost done. It's been a while. Turn it over to make sure it doesn't get burnt."
Zhou Guo took the pliers from the side and turned the pages over one by one. Seeing that he was reading very seriously, he approached him curiously and asked, "What are you reading? Normally, I get a headache and feel sleepy when I see a book. Why can't you put the book down today?"
When she saw the title of the book, she fell silent. This is a love story between a human and a ghost. The ghost part is well written and the atmosphere is appropriate. She bought it in the previous city and had not finished reading it after flipping through a few pages.
However, in a book like this, shouldn’t there be descriptions of romantic affairs between the scholar and the female ghost? How could the old man read it?
She hadn't finished reading it yet, so she didn't know what was written at the end, so she suggested, "Master, I have other interesting books here, why don't you take a look at something else?"
The old man glanced at her and said, "Are you careful that I see something I shouldn't see?"
Zhou Guo smiled awkwardly and waved his hand, "How could that be? I've only read a few pages of this book and haven't finished it yet. I don't even know what's written in the back."
The old man looked back and said, "That's great. This kind of book is not suitable for you young lady to read. This book belongs to me."
Zhou Guo: “…”
He just lowered his head and roasted taro without saying a word.
After watching for a while, the old man frowned and muttered, "What kind of love is this? It's all a lie to you young ladies. These scholars are really bold. They can't marry a satisfactory wife in reality, so they actually fantasize about marrying a female ghost. The female ghost is as beautiful as a fairy. I don't know what's wrong with them."
Zhou Guo grinned and said, "As a scholar, I can recognize a few words, but I don't dare to write everything. He didn't write about eloping with a lady, so he chose a female ghost as a second choice. Are you not happy?"
The old man moved the book away, looked at her and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
He looked at Zhou Guo's face. Perhaps because she wore men's clothes too much, she looked more and more manly, without any of the feminine charm.
Thinking about her daily methods, he felt that it was unnecessary to say anything and he didn't need to worry.
Zhou Guo blinked his eyes and said something shocking, "Master, don't look at me like that. I have seen many books like this in your hand."
The old man stared at her without saying anything, but his slightly trembling hands holding the book still revealed his mood.
Zhou Guo looked at him carefully, and it seemed that his chin was shaking too.
She smiled and said, "Don't tremble. I can read. I bought all the books at home myself. You know me. I read everything. So I think it's pretty good to flip through the book when I have nothing to do. How can you, who never read books, read with relish?"
"How can it be the same?" The old man couldn't help but look at her face which was prettier than a flower, and said earnestly: "Don't forget, you are a girl after all, a young lady. Which decent young lady can read these, this, this, this..."
Zhou Guo said indifferently: "What's wrong with the young lady? You men can watch it, but the young lady can't? The young lady is also a human being. The saints say that food and sex are human nature. This is human nature and it is not something shameful. Master, don't make a fuss.
Besides, I can’t just run out and shout about reading this book. How would anyone know if I didn’t tell them? And I think some of the weird poems in these books are pretty good, and most people can’t write them.”
The old man glared, "You still think it's a good thing?"
Zhou Guo nodded, "That's a good thing. How would I know about this if I didn't read it? There is a lot of knowledge involved!"
The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Zhou Guo comforted him, "Master, don't worry. I won't change my character after reading these books, and I won't run away with anyone. What are you afraid of? You have been escorting for a lifetime, you have seen everything, and you are not the head of a wealthy family, why do you care about me reading this? Shouldn't you give me a lot of books? I should read them to my heart's content!"
The old man opened his mouth, turned his head and thought carefully, it seemed to be true. When did he start to care about these things?
Zhou Guo has been like this since she was a child. She does everything that girls from wealthy families cannot do, and is more manly than ordinary men.
After figuring this out, the old man felt relieved. He had lived a comfortable life for too long and he almost forgot that they had climbed up from the bottom and there were no such things to worry about.
He picked up the book again and said, "It's quite interesting. Do you have any more books about ghosts and monsters?"
Zhou Guo nodded, "Also, if you want to see it, take it and read it yourself."
It is boring to just drink tea and eat all day long.
In such a short time, the taro eggs are already cooked.
She peeled a few and dipped them in the sauce, which tasted even better.
She ate several in one go, leaving the rest for Erpang and the others, then got up and went to the kitchen.
There are winter bamboo shoots tonight, and she is going to make winter bamboo shoot and ham soup.
I couldn't bear to eat the remaining ham, so I saved it for the winter bamboo shoots.
But she didn't know how to cook it, so she could only make it casually, thinking that since it was all good stuff, it wouldn't taste bad no matter how casually it was made.
Cut the winter bamboo shoots and ham into pieces.
The old man came in and took a look. He said, "Isn't it sliced or shredded? Isn't your piece a little too big?"
Zhou Guo said, "Don't worry about these details. If you cut it into strips or slices, they won't be big enough to fill the gaps between your teeth. It's better to cut it into chunks. If you want to eat it, just eat a piece. It's satisfying and the flavor will come out."
Winter bamboo shoots are delicious on their own and don’t need anything else added.
Bring the water to a boil, add the ham and bamboo shoots, and simmer over low heat for half an hour.
Half an hour later she tasted it and found it a little bland, so she added some salt and then took it out.
Even if this winter bamboo shoot and ham soup is ready, the method is astonishingly simple.
The dishes prepared by Erpang and his friends were ready, and they were happily setting the table.
Duck is an indispensable item on the table, but there is no roast duck today. Everyone has had enough of it today.
The soup was placed in the middle.
The old man took the empty bowl and scooped a bowl of soup first, took a sip, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.
Zhou Guo followed suit and scooped a bowl, took a few sips, and said happily: "Although the cooking method may not be right, it tastes good. It has that flavor, and is not worse than what I had at the Lord's house."