Doomsday Pavilion

Later, when Xiao Yourong had a stomachache because of eating too much ice cream, Lin Chou took her back to Yanhuishan in advance.

"Look at you, haven't you eaten that thing before, as for..."

"Sit down, hold this to your stomach, and I'll make a bowl of hot soup for you to drink."

Su Yourong pouted.

There are small surprises hidden in the eyes, oh, and tears that hurt.

"Wet tiger, wet tiger, then what soup will I have..."

"You little thing!"

If Sagong were here, what he waited for would definitely be an old bowl of Sanhe Soup with a thick layer of mountain pepper oil floating in it.

However, the goose is such a cute little thing as Yourong, it is definitely not suitable for the liquid bomb that is so irritable that it will burst in place and spray Samādhi on the spot immediately after drinking it.

"Let me see what else is in the kitchen, well, this ribs, corn and seaweed soup should be the day before yesterday. Forget it, this chicken soup looks a little oily, but the pork blood soup is fresh..."

Lin Chou found a casserole and poured the pig blood soup from the big saucepan into the casserole, removed the pig blood in the evil spirits and left the clear soup, and slowly reheated it over a low heat.

As far as Lin Chou is concerned, this soup is actually more and more full of flavor and taste better.

Just like in the early years when the messy chemicals did not appear in the seasonings, some chefs used a pot of chicken broth to stew fresh and rich. Of course, the most common method could not be to sprinkle a handful of chicken essence in it, but to stew it in advance. One chicken soup, use this soup to stew another chicken.

Believe it or not, the taste of this soup is definitely not the same as that of two chicken stewed in a pot at the same time.

The fresh pork blood tofu is cut into small trembling pieces with a knife, and added to the boiling bottom soup. The blood tofu slowly fades from the eye-catching red and turns into an unpretentious gray color.

Su Yourong hugged his belly and looked at the soup in the pot by the stove, feeling that time seemed to pass slowly at this moment, but it was very beautiful.

"Master, master, you will always have the smell of good food. At my previous home, my relatives only have the smell of perfume and ammonia. The soup every night is cooked by the chef in the house, and the servants get them. For us to drink in my bedroom."

Lin Chou gently stirred the soup with a spoon, and said with a smile,

"The master can't imagine what kind of life is like. I only remember the one thing my father said most often when I was a child: Fortunately, there is no winter in Mingguang, because we can't afford other clothes at all."

"What's wrong with being poor," Su Yourong said, "I often go to the alleys in Xiacheng District. I would rather stay in a narrow courtyard with my parents and elders. The only thing I need to worry about every day is how to get it. Food to fill your stomach for the next meal."

Lin Chou raised his thumb,

"The positioning is very precise. My apprentice. Even I have to admit that the happiness at that time is indeed the most authentic happiness. It can be especially pure to be happy for a full meal, or is it better for a plate of pickles? The salt is still salty and arguing."

"Master, what is the best thing you have ever eaten?"

"The most delicious?" Lin Chou scratched his head awkwardly, "I can only say the most impressive thing. Once my father fried mixed vegetables with the last piece of bacon at home. In fact, it was a mixture of many wild vegetables, some spicy and sweet. It was crispy and sweet, but it didn’t taste weird at all. It was delicious. Anyway, I was like you that day. I ate it until it lasted, and then my stomach hurts for a long time."

"Oh... I also want to eat bacon fried mixed vegetables..."

"Not today. I'll wait until my stomach gets better." Lin Chou rubbed Yongrong's head. "In fact, it is not unreasonable for many people to like bacon. You know, fry the bacon to get the salty fat and then fry fresh wild vegetables, bacon fat. The freshness of the fragrant mixed wild vegetables, fragrant, salty, and fresh, especially innocent and pure, the three flavors are distinct and integrated, then..."

"But you just said that I can't eat!" Su Yourong said quietly, "Master, I suspect you are deliberately greedy for me."

Lin Chou slapped haha ​​and reduced the flame on the stove again.

"Let's go and find wild vegetables for you in the back~"

Su Yourong looked surprised--

"Huh eh eh?"

"Really, Master!"

"Master is awesome! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore!"

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"The old man in my family is your master. If he knows your master, I am too lazy to make the Nagano vegetables in the yard barren. He won't praise me for being awesome-the old man will probably remove my femur directly."

Su Yourong grinned at the back door of the kitchen watching Lin Chou picking vegetables.

"But Master, your yard is clearly decorated very beautifully! There are many trees and flowers in the back mountain, none of which I have seen before."

Although Xiao Yourong’s words are not against his will, he obviously said it in a pleasant way.

"Wait, Master, what kind of vegetable are you holding? I seem to know...Wow, master, you big liar, how can you lie to a kid... this is not wild vegetables... this It’s motherwort...it’s spicy, bitter, and astringent... don’t eat it..."

"Huh?" Boss Lin looked surprised, "I was actually seen through?"

Su Yourong’s expression made people feel like he was betrayed by a gangster.

"Master, you actually want to lie to me to eat motherwort, do you think I don't know that thing?"

"The motherwort grown in the soil near Mingguang is not so bitter, but sweet," Lin Chou said, "and it's very effective for stomach pain."

Su Yourong broke his fingers,

"1.2.3...Master, I am 13 years old and I am not a child anymore. The potato shreds that have been cut this year can go around the bright light several times even in a thread."

"Hey, hey, I advise you to speak up if you have something to say. I have never seen you as an apprentice like this. I have been studying potatoes for more than half a year and I have been cutting potatoes-and I have to be rejected by people.'Why do you only teach apprentice French fries?' Ha, French fries!"

Su Yourong's delicate little face instantly turned red.

"Hey... what... how can there be..."

Ah! But if you have made a lot of improvement in your knife skills, won't our masters and apprentices be able to fry potato shreds? ?

The composition of the pork blood soup itself is relatively simple, only pork blood onions and peppers.

The clear soup reflects the color of a little pig blood, which is not a beautiful color, but after adding the tender motherwort, it immediately becomes different, revealing a fresh and natural vitality.

"Look, this soup looks so pretty~"

"Hey, good boy, come and have a bite, have a bite~"

Su Yourong avoided like a tiger, as if he had seen something terrifying,

"No, no, no, master, don't lie to me, I won't be fooled."

"Master will lie to you? I'm your master, do you know? The eldest brother is like a father...the one who is wrong is a teacher...nor is it...to be a teacher for a day and be a father for life...this time is right... ."

"You have read so many books, you should understand the meaning of this sentence, you have to listen to me..."

"I understand," Su Yourong slammed a 90-degree bow, "Dad! Daddy! Please let it go!"

Lin Chou: "???"

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