On the way home, Liu Changan passed through a small park. It was not a big place, but it was decorated with mountains, rivers, trees, and stones. There were emerald green lotus leaves in the middle of the pond, about the size of a soup bowl. Several double-petaled lotus flowers of different shades of color were blooming. A small money tortoise poked its head out and swam around the lotus leaves while shaking its short legs.
After watching the turtle and the black carp swimming in the water plants for a while, he finally determined that the fish here should be edible. However, he did not go into the water to catch them. It was already dark by the time he got home.
He bought a big pig head at the market. It was a pig that was slaughtered in the afternoon. It still felt fresh. Liu Changan did not ask the stall owner to help him deal with it. He took it home and cleaned it. He peeled off the pig's face and took out the pig brain.
Although the pig head was big, the pig brain was not big. Liu Changan held it in his hand and carefully picked out the blood on it with a toothpick. It was as smooth and soft as cheese. It was slightly fishy than the spinal cord. The nutritional composition was similar. Without the infiltration of the bone, the taste was not as thick and fragrant.
There were many ways to cook brain. There were braising, stir-frying, steaming, and even using it as a cake. Have you ever eaten brain cake?
Liu Changan, of course, chose the most delicious roasted brain. He divided it into two halves, smeared some oil on the inner layer of the tin foil, and slowly began to roast it over a small fire. This thing could not be rushed.
While waiting for the fragrance to come out, Liu Changan sprinkled some autumn oil and sesame oil into it. Zhou Dongdong came down with a large insulated box. "Brother Changan, mom made chilled crayfish for you!"
"Thank you. Put it here … Be careful."
"What is this?" Zhou Dongdong looked at the thing in the tin foil bowl curiously and slightly afraid.
"Roasted brain."
"Is it tofu pudding?"
"Brain."
"Brain!"
"Brain! The brain here! "Liu Changan poked Zhou Dongdong's forehead.
"Roasted a child's brain!" Zhou Dongdong was shocked.
"I can't communicate with you."
But it smells so good. Zhou Dongdong looks at the thing that seems to be roasting a child's brain. She cleverly thinks that Changan's brother is not a monster. It is impossible for him to eat children. Otherwise, Zhou Dongdong would have already been eaten.
Therefore, this should be some other delicious food.
"Do you want some?" Liu Changan sprinkled some MSG and chopped green onions, then scooped some out and placed them in a small bowl.
Zhou Dongdong shook her head vigorously and looked warily at the small bowl that Liu Changan had placed in front of her.
Liu Changan didn't care about her and ate his food. Later, Zhou Dongdong couldn't take it anymore. This was definitely not a child's brain. She would just take a small bite!
I didn't get to taste the flavor on the first sip, so I need to try again!
There's a little taste now. I can try it again!
…
Zhou Dongdong licks the bowl. Unfortunately, there are only three bowls to eat.
After eating the brain, she then eats the iced crayfish. This is not a mainstream way to eat, but it is more suitable for summer. It is also more leisurely to eat, unlike the usual time when eating with sweat.
"Who is this beautiful auntie?" Zhou Dongdong pinches the tail of the crayfish and peels it. As a child, the one thing Zhou Dongdong is best at besides eating is peeling the crayfish. While eating, she looks at Liu Changan's mobile phone screen that has lit up.
"Only those who are about the same age as mom can call her auntie. This is sister! If you call her auntie, she will … "An Nuan is wearing a cheongsam. She looks more mature, confusing Zhou Dongdong's ability to judge her age. Liu Changan flicks her forehead.
"Will she eat my brain?" Zhou Dongdong touches her forehead in fear.
"No, you don't have a brain."
"I do!"
"Stupid children are stupid because their brains have been eaten."
"Then I don't have a brain, or was it eaten …"
"How would I know?"
After eating the crayfish, Zhou Dongdong occupies Liu Changan's recliner. Liu Changan listens to the radio. He washes his hands and replies to An Nuan's messages. He always asks Liu Changan to guess what she is doing, or asks Liu Changan what he is doing.
They chat until very late. Zhou Dongdong has gone back to sleep. An Nuan's speed of sending and replying messages suddenly slows down. Then she tells him that Han Zhizhi came to sleep with her and said goodnight to Liu Changan.
Liu Changan looks at the sky on the other side of the city. He thinks that if people in ancient times had such means of communication, there wouldn't be so many ancient quatrains about meeting and parting.
Look at An Nuan, the messages she sends are all meaningless words! If Yi An also has a mobile phone, maybe "One Cut Plum" will become like this: The message has been sent, but he still doesn't reply. What a cold person, it makes my heart so sad. Gently touching the phone screen, he waits for a reply alone. He looks up at the WiFi signal, which is full bar. Why is there no message? It is because of the "ding" sound that a message finally came. The light of the phone illuminates his face and the bed.
It probably can't be this bad. In short, there must be no lingering charm of "just frowning, but already thinking about it".
"You haven't liked my Weibo for a long time. I just saw it."
Starting with a question is a common trick when a woman gives up her modesty and shows a hesitant attitude when talking to others.
While he is idle, he sees a message from another cute girl. It seems that she has finally lost her temper after gaining weight.
That's right, everyone is chatting. After chatting for such a long time, they start a cold war because of one wrong sentence. That's too much.
While chatting, Liu Changan thinks about the various conveniences brought by the birth of mobile phones and its impact on the world. At the same time, he thinks about its impact on literature. In his heart, he thinks about the decline of modern classical poetry. Is it really related to mobile phones, or is it a change in aesthetic taste?
Perhaps it is better to wait one or two hundred years to see people's conclusions and views on these literary phenomena. Living in this era, one can't jump out of it. Thinking has more limitations. Just like the Qigong craze in the 80s and 90s, it seems very absurd now, but at that time, it had its roots. Liu Changan also practiced Qigong when he was bored, and he even became a Qigong master … Although he didn't increase the production of Qigong or launch satellites with Qigong, it was still a real skill.
Wait another one or two hundred years … Wait another one or two hundred years to understand an unimportant question. It is nothing for Liu Changan, but not everyone can casually wait for one or two hundred years. In the end, Liu Changan's heart is stirred again. Can the example of the little girl from the Shangguan family be replicated?
After the coffin was struck by lightning, when he touched it for the first time, he didn't remember many things. He only remembered many fragmented scenes when he was Liu He, which looked very clueless and messy. At that time, he felt that since he touched Zhao Jianzi's tools and remembered Zhao Jianzi, why did he remember his own things when he touched the coffin?
Actually, at that time, he was thinking about the Shangguan family's little girl. It was just that in those scenes, Liu He appeared with her. When he recalled, his focus was on himself, and he did not notice her in the scenes.
At that time, it was a little absurd. Although the subjects of the experiment were all his harem concubines, it was a pity that no one was able to replicate his ability. It was only after more than two thousand years that he confirmed a success.
At that time, the little girl was the Empress Dowager.
Liu Changan can be sure that, without him, the little girl from the Shangguan family wouldn't be able to live until now just by relying on this coffin. Just like what Li Hongfang said, Madam Xin Zhui was also a living coffin, but in fact, Madam Xin Zhui was still dead after she was unearthed.
What kind of operation was it at that time, it doesn't seem to be his responsibility?
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