The case took place during a bitterly cold season when water was dripping into ice. At that time, Jingmo was already married and separated from Nie Xiaoman.

On the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, Jing Mo went to Xiaoman's gluttonous cat Zhai, Jing Mo never informed Xiaoman's house in advance, nor did he knock on the door, just followed his own house, and always pushed the door to enter.

Even the servant Wei Pu has long been used to it, and he also regards Jingmo as half a master in his heart.

But on this day, Jingmo was stunned as soon as he entered the small courtyard, and saw Nie Xiaoman rolling up his sleeves and tiptoeing around on the roof, looking around from time to time. Jing Mo was so frightened that he fell off the roof, so he asked the servant Wei Pu.

"Xiaoman, what is this for?"

"What cat does the master seem to be looking for?"

Cat? Jingmo couldn't help but be a little confused, this greedy cat house is full of cats in the yard, why are you still looking for cats? At this moment, I heard the voice of Xiaoman greeting in mid-air.

"Jingmo, you're here, how about handing it over to you to cook today, I'll have to be busy for a while."

Jing Mo couldn't help but be stunned, and thought, "I'm in charge of the kitchen? When I used to be with you, I always had a habit of eating ready-made. Ever since I got married, I've been cooking at Nanxing. What kind of kitchen is going to be in charge all of a sudden? This makes me feel so embarrassed. ”

Seeing Nie Xiaoman continue to search with great interest, when he looked back at Wei Pu, this traitor had already slipped away! In desperation, Jingmo had to go to the stove room to make a fire, and finally lit the fire. Jing Mo found three more eggs, and voila! I'm still quite capable, and after breaking those three eggs, it's time for Jingmo to be the most scared part, pouring oil!

I'm most afraid that the oil will splash on me, but I still have to face it, Jing Mo should be out of the way, and he poured the oil down at once.

Well.

It seems that pouring oil is not so difficult, wait for the oil to be fried, and then quickly pour the eggs down. Immediately, the yellow and shiny egg turned into golden, flashing with a cheerful light like gold, Jingmo put some more condiments, and suddenly, the fragrance could be smelled outside the courtyard.

Next it's time for fried rice, but what about rice? Hey? What about rice? By the time Jingmo hurriedly found the food, it was already too late. The eggs have solidified into a charred mass. Jingmo was a little anxious, thinking that if he poured the rice down and mixed it again and again, would the black part not be so obvious?

But I never expected that the ball of eggs and cold rice could not be completely dispersed, and it was still distinct. Jingmo was busy with kitchen knives and shovels, and finally it was done.

Jing Mo was about to go to the yard to breathe fresh air, when he saw Xiao Man holding a pure white cat and was very excited, Jing Mo didn't feel a little strange, so he asked.

"Is this the white cat you're looking for?"

"See, Jingmo." Xiao Man said and grabbed the cat's tail with one hand, and said, "Look! The tail is pure black. ”

This is really rare, Jing Mo has seen many cats in this gluttonous cat zhai, and he can't remember how many they have for a long time. But such a body is white and flawless, but there is a tail that is all black, but I have never seen it.

"There's something interesting about this cat, what's the point?"

Xiao Man smiled and said: "The pure white and the tail is black, there is a name called "dragging a gun in the snow", and there is a poem to praise it: The black-tailed cat is white, and the production of people and animals is heroic. ”

"What do you mean? Is this little thing still the hero of the cats? ”

"This means that when you meet such a cat, it will be good luck, good luck." Xiaoman was happy and said to the cat, "Let's go, let's go eat." ”

When Jingmo brought his masterpiece to the table, the "snow dragging gun" let out a strange cry and escaped from Xiaoman's arms, leaving only the stunned Xiaoman.

"Jingmo, it's not me who refutes your face, this cat escaped by itself. Forget it, let's come on, it's so cold today, let's make a soup to warm up. ”

Xiaoman first put water in a large iron pot, put it on the fire, and put in the small pieces of sheep crotch meat and lamb breast meat that were cut into small pieces; and one head of a sheep with no hair removed, and four hooves; four grass fruits; cinnamon three taels; half a pound of ginger; Like two Hui bean-sized Afoetidae together, boiling soup together.

Then put the boiled soup in the stone pot, add a pound of pomegranate seeds, two taels of pepper, a small amount of salt, stir evenly, remove the foam and oil slick in the soup, make the soup clear, and remove the dregs.

In the end, Jing Mo was shocked to see that Xiao Man actually mixed Jiaxiang, Jataman, Afoet, and ghee together, and lit the bottle with smoke, and then used the smoked bottle to fill the clarified soup and seal the bottle.

Only a large bowl with soup and meat was left unloaded, which was kept for eating now. Jingmo tasted it, and this soup was really fresh and wonderful. After eating, Xiao Man pointed to a few bottles and said to Jing Mo, take some back when you leave, and give Nanxing a taste.

After a full meal, Jing Mo patted his belly with satisfaction and said, "I'm not good at cooking today, but it's about too late for me to practice my cooking skills, so let's go to a party tomorrow." ”

Xiao Man turned his head to look around, as if he was still thinking about the "snow dragging gun", and asked absentmindedly: "Will it be good, don't go, I have always disliked this kind of communication, you know." ”

Jing Mo replied: "It's not a communication. Tomorrow is the fiftieth birthday of Sima Yingyang, the president of the Begonia Poetry Society, and I have to go to the banquet. You know, the imperial court has always talked about what Confucianism uses to mess with the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban. There are so many literary clubs, poetry clubs, and pen clubs in Jiangnan literati, and we Jinyiwei must have someone to see. ”

Xiao Man smiled: "You are going to be the eyes of Zhenfu Division, why should I go?" I don't like poetry and music. You are the most poetic, and this Sima Yingyang is also your favorite poet. ”

Jing Mo said: "You also know, that kind of scene is probably not interesting, you should go with me, if I go alone, it will be even more boring." ”

Unexpectedly, Xiaoman smiled and said, "I refuse!" ”

Jing Mo couldn't help but be a little stunned.

The next night, the weather was very cold, and Jing Mo felt that he finally understood why Xiao Man rejected him so simply yesterday, this guy was really a little cunning. The northeast wind blew fiercely, like a lion's roar. The sound of the wind was faintly mixed with the wail of hunger and cold—"Frozen to death!" ”

Not only thrilling, it's just heartbreaking!

The sky was covered with clouds, as if it was covered with thick cotton wool, and it looked like it was going to rain and snow. Jing Mo was wearing a black lamb skin, sitting in the sedan chair and still shivering a little, and the sedan chair man stepped on the ice on the side of the street, and he was quick to break it with a sound. However, the congratulatory guests of the Sima family in Dongyangfang are still full of people, and they are not reduced due to the influence of the climate. This also shows the host's usual friendship.