Chapter 232 Zhang Zi’s Wind Wish (Ch 232)

The lid of the pot was opened, and a scent of wine wafted out.

Qi Jia smelled it, frowned, and thought to himself, will this really make me drunk and crazy after eating it?

“Come on, come on, try it. I simmered it for two hours over a slow fire. It’s guaranteed to be fresh and fragrant.”

Huang Lei greeted everyone warmly, picked up a small piece, put it in his mouth and swallowed it whole.

While eating, she kept making “hmm” sounds with her mouth, showing her enjoyment.

He Jiong also picked up a piece, not caring about the heat. After taking a bite, he squinted his eyes in enjoyment and praised,

“What a delicious delicacy! If it could snow at this time, it would be great to have pig’s trotters with rice wine.”

He is a professional host, and his ability to support the main characters is first-rate.

In a word, the dish of braised pig’s trotters in rice wine is elevated from a food desire to a spiritual enjoyment.

However, Qi Jia’s mouth slanted, thinking, “Evil Gardenia, you are still too young. Let me show you my skills.”

“Teacher He, you are a little greedy. Snow in June in the south is rare, and Teacher Huang’s dishes are not often available. You actually want to have both.”

After Qi Jia finished speaking, He Jiong was slightly stunned, then he reacted, laughed happily twice, and said,

“Yes, yes, yes, I was greedy. I will punish myself with a pig’s trotter.”

The two old men talked to each other and made Huang Lei smile.

I was so happy that my gums were exposed, and my vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment.

Poor the remaining four little ones. I feel so uneducated. I just want to say: “Wow, this is so delicious.”

Zhang Jingyi licked the pig’s trotter, and stuck out her tongue quietly because of the spicy taste of the rice wine. She whispered to Song Fangyan beside her,

“Yanyan, how can we praise you for this?”

Song Fangyan also had a bitter face. She couldn’t really drink much. This pot of rice wine pig’s trotters without a drop of water added to it,

She felt a little drunk just by smelling it, let alone eating it.

Hearing Zhang Jingyi’s question, she looked up at Qi Jia helplessly, feeling the little girl’s pleading gaze.

Qi Jia made a subtle mouth shape to her, and Song Fangyan understood.

“Eat as much as you can~”

Song Fangyan lowered her head and whispered to Zhang Jingyi, then took a deep breath and started to chew the pig’s trotter.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyi sighed inwardly and followed her example, starting to eat with big mouthfuls.

Sometimes, actions speak for themselves.

Sure enough, this action was quickly recognized by Huang Lei.

He changed his indifferent attitude towards the two girls during the day, took the napkin considerately, put it in front of the two girls, and said softly,

“Eat slowly, there’s still more in the pot.”

After saying that, he also took the opportunity to insert a Guangzi, took out two bottles of Telunsu and placed them in front of the camera.

“If it’s spicy, drink some Telunsu, it protects your stomach and intestines, it’s nutritious and delicious.”

Qi Jia was stunned by his excellent business ability. But are you sure you won’t get a stomachache after eating greasy pig’s feet and then drinking milk?

…

A pot of braised pig’s trotters with rice wine, knocked out six people,

Perhaps, Chef Huang didn’t expect the power to be so great that he even got drunk.

After dinner, everyone except Qi Jia was blushing.

After everyone chatted for a while, they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Qi Jia was the only one with a clear mind, cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

Wash the pots and bowls and put them away in different categories.

Qi Jia sat on the hanging chair in the yard, swinging while sending WeChat messages to Zhang Kunpeng.

Zhang Kunpeng told him that the post-production of “China in Classics” had been completed, and asked Qi Jia to find time to return to the studio to take a look.

After talking about work, Qi Jia watched Douyin for a while, and before he knew it, it was already past eleven o’clock in the evening.

Qi Jia frowned, with a look of disgust on his face.

I watched the pedicure master helping a customer with paronychia to remove the nail that was embedded in the flesh, and a stream of pus and blood flowed out.

Qi Jia nodded comfortably and was about to continue to browse the next post when he suddenly heard someone calling him,

“Brother Qi, I feel a little uncomfortable. I have a headache and want to vomit.”

Qi Jia turned around and saw three girls leaning against the door, looking at him with dazed eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Qi Jia walked over, helped the three of them sit down on the sofa, and touched their foreheads.

They didn’t have a fever. The three of them all had red cheeks and a strong smell of alcohol in their mouths. Qi Jia understood that they were obviously drunk.

“Are you still conscious?” Qi Jia asked again.

The three of them nodded at the same time, as long as they were conscious, Qi Jia nodded and asked the three of them to sit down for a while.

He went to the kitchen, found a white radish, peeled it, cut it into pieces, and then pickled it with salt.

Then he took out two more sugarcanes, peeled them and cut them into pieces.

After killing the spicy white radish, rinse it with water to remove the salt, then put it into a casserole and boil it.

Cook until the water boils for two or three minutes, then add the chopped sugarcane and cook until it boils again, then turn off the heat.

“Here, one bowl each, drink slowly with a spoon, be careful of the heat.”

The three of them didn’t know what it was, so they just picked up the spoon and took a sip. They found it sweet and delicious.

Maybe it’s a psychological reason, or maybe the hangover soup works really fast.

After the three of them drank it, they felt much better. The feeling of wanting to vomit was gone, and their headaches were not as severe.

“Brother Qi, what are you giving us to drink?” Zhang Jingyi put down the bowl, wiped her mouth and asked,

Qi Jia put down his phone and saw that the three people were in better condition. He nodded with satisfaction and said,

“Hanghejiang is an ancient hangover-relief soup made from radish and sugar cane.”

“So it’s made with sugar cane, no wonder it tastes sweet.”

Song Fangyan held the bowl with both hands, took a small sip, and felt the warmth in her stomach. An expression of enjoyment appeared on her face.

“Where’s your sister? How is she feeling?” Qi Jia looked at Zhang Zifeng beside her and asked,

Zhang Zifeng held his chin with both hands, nodded vigorously, blinked his eyes, and asked curiously,

“Brother Qi, aren’t you busy filming? How do you still have time to study these things?”

Qi Jia smiled and tapped her forehead with his hand.

“How can I not be busy? It’s just that as an actor, I naturally have to observe life more and learn more. Then I know a little bit about everything.”

After chatting for more than half an hour, Qi Jia was relieved to see that they were back to normal.

The four of them dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep.

…

After the rain, the night sky is clear, and the refreshing mountain wind blows into people’s dreams.

Qi Jia was half asleep and felt like he was back in the morning reading time in high school when everyone was reciting the “The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital”.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was already daybreak, and there was indeed someone reciting a book outside the window.

Look at the time, it’s just past 6 o’clock.

Afraid of waking up Huang Lei and the others in the next bed, Qi Jia quietly got up, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went downstairs.

Then he saw Zhang Zifeng sitting alone in the yard, holding a Chinese textbook in his hand, reciting “The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital” in a low voice.

Qi Jia smiled and leaned against the door, waiting for her to finish reciting before walking forward.

“Sister, you’re working so hard so early in the morning.”

Hearing someone behind him, Zhang Zifeng turned around and smiled, then said a little embarrassedly,

“Brother Qi, why did you get up so early? Did I disturb you?”

Qi Jia walked to the wall, looked at the misty village, took a deep breath of the earthy air, and said in a relaxed mood,

“It’s okay. I always get up early. You’re going to take the college entrance exam next year, right? Are you planning to apply to the Central Academy of Drama or the Beijing Film Academy?”

When listening to Qi Jia talking about the college entrance examination, Zhang Zifeng covered his face with the book in distress and said in a somewhat gloomy way,

“Beijing Film Academy, but I’m a little nervous. I’m worried that I won’t do well in academic subjects.”

“What are you afraid of?” Qi Jia did a few chest expansion exercises and said casually, “Come on, if you pass the exam, I will fulfill one of your wishes.”

“Keep your word!”

Zhang Zifeng stopped pretending and jumped up from the recliner happily like a spring.

“Then I want to feel your abs.”