mtl008 Chapter 171: 1 Pot of Meat Paste
Chapter 171: 1 Pot of Meat Paste
A hint of danger flashed across Luzhu's dark eyes.
In just a moment, his face turned into an innocent one with curved eyebrows and eyes.
Looking at Jiang Wanqing, he said with a smile: "Madam, how could I have encountered such a thing? I practice incense at home all day long. Even if others want to persecute me, they have no chance."
There was also a smile in Jiang Wanqing's eyes, but he remained calm.
Is it because there is no chance, or is it because the other person is the one that scares others?
In less than half an incense stick of time, Green Bamboo had already stopped in front of a house.
That house was a house with a large yard.
The yard is full of various flowers.
The fragrance is so intoxicating that you will feel dizzy when you smell it.
In the yard, there are three houses of different sizes.
The fence around the yard was also very high, so if someone looked from outside, they really couldn't see what was happening inside the house.
Jiang Wanqing looked around at the flowers and plants.
There are many precious flowers here, as well as cheap flowers.
The only thing in common is that they have all bloomed.
The scent of various flowers fills the air.
However, Jiang Wanqing's gaze was focused on the small cluster of red flowers under a big tree not far away.
The flower is exceptionally bright red.
It was as if it was watered with blood.
Jiang Wanqing looked confused and said, "That's Lycoris radiata. I've seen it before, too. But why are the Lycoris radiata here so bright red?"
Luzhu followed Jiang Wanqing's line of sight.
Then he walked towards the direction of Lycoris radiata.
He squatted down and picked a Lycoris radiata.
Then she returned to Jiang Wanqing and handed the flowers in her hand to Jiang Wanqing.
Jiang Wanqing looked at the creepy red color and hesitated for a moment before taking the flower.
She put the flowers to her nose and sniffed them.
There is no floral scent.
Instead, there is a... faint fishy smell.
Jiang Wanqing had encountered a pile of dead bodies on the battlefield.
The smell of blood is something I am most familiar with.
Jiang Wanqing calmly took the flowers in her hand and put them behind her back.
The green bamboo seems to be smiling, but there is a smile in its eyes.
He asked, "Madam, can you smell it? What is that smell?"
Jiang Wanqing closed his eyes.
Shaking his head, "I can't smell anything else. I thought the color of the flower was pretty and the smell would be stronger, but it's still tasteless."
At the end, Jiang Wanqing still looked quite disappointed.
After a pause, Jiang Wanqing looked at the cluster of Lycoris radiata again.
I asked, "But I'm still very curious. How did you grow Lycoris radiata? Why is its color so beautiful? This is the first time I've seen such a red Lycoris radiata."
When asked this by Jiang Wanqing, Luzhu showed a hint of pride on her face.
He deliberately kept it a secret and said, "This is a secret! It has to be irrigated with special fertilizers, which is why it looks so good now."
Special fertilizer irrigation?
Jiang Wanqing's heart sank, and she suddenly felt a little unhappy in her heart.
Then he asked, "I wonder if you could tell me what fertilizer you used for irrigation? I also want to grow this color of Lycoris radiata. It looks really beautiful."
When Lu Zhu heard this, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.
Then he replied, "Madam, if you want to know, it's not difficult. You can go with me to see the incense making process later and then you can know what fertilizer is used. I may not let others see it."
After saying that, Luzhu slowly walked towards one of the small houses.
Jiang Wanqing lowered her head and looked at the bright-colored Lycoris radiata in her hand, a hint of disgust unconsciously flashing in her eyes.
But in a moment, it was quickly hidden again.
Then, he followed Luzhu's footsteps.
Jiang Wanqing glanced at the dark room and couldn't help asking, "Has your father gone to bed?"
Luzhu returned to the house and lit the candle with a tinder.
Then he explained: "My father usually goes to bed early."
When the last candle was lit, the whole room was suddenly filled with light.
The house is made of bamboo and wood.
Jiang Wanqing glanced over and subconsciously closed her eyes.
Jiang Wanqing had been in a dark place, and suddenly, it changed to a bright place. She couldn't accept it.
When she came to her senses, she found that Luzhu had been looking at her and was not affected by her at all.
Jiang Wanqing wondered, "Don't you feel uncomfortable in your eyes?"
Lu Zhu heard this and shook his head: "No, maybe he is used to working in the dark."
Habit?
Jiang Wanqing looked at the room in front of him. After lighting the candle, it was no longer dark, but very bright.
Where did the habit of green bamboo come from?
After regaining her eyesight, Jiang Wanqing began to carefully look at the scene in the room again.
The room is not big, and the whole place can be scanned at a glance.
However, everything in the room has been neatly arranged.
Some bottles and jars.
I think it must be perfume or ointment.
However, what attracted Jiang Wanqing's attention the most was the big pot in the middle of the room, which seemed to be cooking something.
The charcoal under the big pot is still burning.
The water in the big pot was gurgling.
Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but move closer.
I actually smelled a...quite unique scent.
It's not a fragrant, but it's not an ugly smell either.
Jiang Wanqing took a closer look.
I immediately resisted the urge to vomit.
In the big pot, there was a lump of yellow meat-like stuff.
It's really disgusting just looking at it.
She vaguely guessed something.
The big pot is still stewing and the charcoal underneath is burning. Logically, there should be someone looking after the contents of this big pot.
Jiang Wanqing frowned, looked at Lu Zhu with a puzzled look, and asked, "Now that this big pot of food is cooking, does someone have to watch over it all the time? Also, what exactly is in this pot!"
Lu Zhu raised his eyebrows and explained slowly, "It's OK. This pot of meat has already been stewed into soup. The things in the pot are all good stuff. It has been stewed for seven days and seven nights just for the layer of oil on top."
Seven days and seven nights.
Jiang Wanqing looked at the mud in the pot and thought about her own speculations. She felt a strong urge to vomit.
She tried hard to suppress it.
He looked at Luzhu deeply.
He smiled lightly, "Now that I'm here, shouldn't you teach me clearly what fertilizer to use for Lycoris radiata? Could it be something from this pot? But what is this pot?"
Lu Zhu stared straight at Jiang Wanqing, with a sharp look in her eyes: "Since Madam wants to know what this raw material is, then Madam, please follow me."