According to the physique of a normal person, even if he is poisoned, he can basically feed himself for ten or eight days. Eating five steamed buns in one meal is not a problem. Although the wealthy party is a little older, there is no problem with his body. It tastes better and tastes better, and he is even in better health than some young people. Naturally, he has already recovered a long time ago without any problems. Now he is still shamelessly staying at the elixir doctor's place, just to be able to be closer to his daughter. The wealthy party is old and likes their children to be around to fulfill their filial piety.
Of course, the wealthy party is satisfied and happy, but the little girl Jinghao suffers. After all, the miracle doctor is very busy, and Jinghao can only take care of the patients. Therefore, the rich party’s food, clothing, and daily life are all Jinghao’s. Naturally, the child would not be happy if a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child was asked to take care of a patient, and he was also a patient who was pretending to be sick.
Fu Jia has been hiding it very well. He is sick every day. He is either dead or alive. Basically, he is wandering on the edge of life and death during this period. Since he is a patient, although he has complaints, Jinghao is also Taking care of me with the heart of a doctor, until today, I probably ate too many vegetables every day and lost a little bit of oil in my mouth, so the rich man made another stupid decision in his life, caught a chicken and plucked its feathers The internal organs were removed and then roasted and eaten. The whole process was watched quietly and brightly. Seeing the strong figure of the rich man catching the chicken, the little girl was confused. This was someone who had just become terminally ill and was negotiating with the King of Hell to delay his death for a few days. Patient, so at the moment when the roast chicken was cooked, the little girl stood up and exposed the fraudulent behavior of the rich party by pretending to be sick. Of course, the rich party could not admit it. Lao Yue is shameless.
So Hu Jinghao used unconventional means and put something into the medicine of the wealthy party. Menghan medicine, the product of the miracle doctor must be a high-quality product. Poor and wise Fu Jia Fang fell into the hands of a little girl. While Fu Jia Fang was unconscious, Jinghao hurriedly tied up Fu Jia Fang and sent him back. Then the above scene happened.
Wang Busheng suddenly realized that there is no such thing as buying and selling people, and the market for people over a hundred years old is still not very good. As for the fact that the rich party is pretending to be sick, basically anyone with a discerning eye can see that the acting skills of the rich party are really poor. , as a patient who is deeply poisoned and weak, it doesn’t matter if you are energetic, but your appetite is so good that one person can eat the food of two people, which is very problematic. Of course, the little girl’s heart is still pure, He has not been polluted by the society. He still believes in the false fact that the rich man is still injured, so he takes good care of him and ensures three meals a day. Until this scene happened and he found out that he had been cheated, Jinghao My fragile little heart was hurt.
"Pretending to be sick, this is impossible, why do I feel that the master is in danger of dying soon?" The father and son soldiers went into battle. As an apprentice, Wang Busheng naturally wanted to cover his lies.
"You call this dying of death immediately." Jinghao pointed to Fu Jia's face, which was full of disbelief. "He is full of energy and has a rosy complexion. He is clearly not sick and pretending to be sick."
"Well" he looked at Fu Jia Yifang. Sure enough, he hadn't seen him for a few days. Fu Jia Yifang's face had obviously grown bigger, "Good girl Jing, master, this may be a return to his former glory,"
He touched his conscience and found, well, Wang Busheng didn't feel any pain.
"Yes, yes, this is a comeback. I'm still sick. I still need to recuperate." Rich A's party was tied to the flatbed truck and argued without any reason.
"Oh, since it's time to recuperate, there's no need to recuperate. Instead, hurry up and prepare for the funeral. I heard that the coffins made by Lao Wang in the street are of good quality and are very effective in preventing corpse fraud." The little girl said with her hands Chest, said seriously.
"Um" Several people present were very embarrassed. This girl has such a vicious mouth. As expected of a disciple of the miracle doctor, Lao Wang’s Coffin Shop, is this considered a sales promotion? Could it be that the miracle doctor and the coffin shop are brothers and have a cooperative relationship.
"Also, when there is a funeral, please say hello. My master will come over to support you. After all, we are neighbors." The little girl smiled evilly and stared at the rich man lying on the flatbed truck. She felt a sense of pleasure in getting revenge.
It is said that women and villains are difficult to raise. In fact, this kind of underage girl is the most vicious. She kills without blood and curses without using curse words.
"Is there anything else?"
"Ah, no, it's okay," Wang Busheng replied hurriedly.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first. There are still many patients to take care of." The little girl then looked at the rich man and made another stab. "Remember to bury it deeper. I heard that a new profession has recently emerged, digging people's graves." , selling organs to feed dogs.”
Thousands of arrows pierced his heart. Fu Jia felt that the softest part of his body was being bitten by insects and snakes. He was completely defeated. It seemed that he could only wait to be injured next time if he could be intimate with his daughter again. .
Except for Fu Jia, who was still a little reluctant to leave, the others sent Jing Hao out like an uncle, and then locked the door tightly.
Being watched by so many people, Fu Jia was still a little embarrassed, "Well, if you don't die, please untie me as a teacher quickly."
"Master, no way, you are a master, this rope can trap you"? Wang Bu Die had a look of disbelief on his face. The rope was only as thick as his index finger. Jing Hao probably misjudged Fu Jia's ability. It's not an exaggeration to say that Wang Bu Die could easily break away from the rope.
"Well" Fu Jia's face turned even redder, "I have eaten too much recently and exercised too little. My body is a little weak and I have no energy."
Three meals a day, Jinghao's guarantee is very good, after all, there is a fee, and the rich party has to cope with his weak body, so the rich party lives by eating and sleeping every day. In ordinary life, it is not possible to get up and move around. When you are sick, you naturally have to stay in bed.
"Okay." Wang Busui was helpless. With such an inconsistent master, even his own moral orientation was in question.
Naturally, Wang Busheng didn't need to do this himself. Liu Mei and others had already taken the lead.
"Master, are you okay? We were late and you suffered," Liu Mei comforted sadly.
The injury is on your body, the pain is on my heart. There really is adultery, Wang Budie thought evilly.
The loosened Fu Jia stood up staggeringly, his lower body was unstable, and his body was really weak.
"Master, you'd better lie down for a while"
"No, if you lie down any longer, you will be dead." Life lies in exercise, not rest. Proper exercise is still necessary for physical recovery. Fu Jia then said, "Liu Mei, come here and help me." , let’s walk a few laps in the yard, I want to lose weight.”
"Well, what about that, master, should we avoid it?"
Before the flowers and under the moon, the story between the two never wanted a third party to participate.
"No, you don't look that ugly. I've seen you a lot, and I've already gotten used to it." Putting her hand on Liu Mei's arm, she was like an old Buddha walking in the royal garden, and Liu Mei bent down to serve her carefully. She was a professional eunuch. If it weren't for the fact that Liu Mei had one more thing to do than Hao Liande, in terms of cleverness and strength, she would be the eunuch with the palm print of the royal horse supervisor. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hao Liande.
The moon was thin, there was a cool breeze, and there were a lot less mosquitoes in the yard. They buried a pot to make rice. To celebrate buying a second-hand house today, Wang Busheng cooked the roast chicken himself.
Some health experts often say that you should also eat a good breakfast, a full lunch, and a small dinner, and you should not eat too late. After seven o'clock, it is the time for the stomach to rest and it is not suitable to eat.
How can the poor be so particular? They don't have to eat breakfast, they only have two meals a day, and they can't choose the time to eat.
Roast chicken is a famous dish in the Qilu area. The cooking method is to fry the chicken coated with caramel and then boil it in a brine made of spices. Roast chicken is delicious, fat but not greasy, and rotten but not falling apart. Among the roast chickens, Daokou roast chicken is the most famous. It has a rich aroma, is crispy and soft, salty and palatable, cooked to the point of leaving the bone, fat but not greasy. It is Made from a variety of precious Chinese medicines and aged soup, it is bright in color, shaped like an ingot, and has great therapeutic and health effects.
Roasted chicken is different from roasted chicken. Roasted chicken often has fragrant skin but not fragrant meat, while roasted chicken is fragrant deep into the marrow.
What Wang Busheng used today is said to be the way of eating Jurchen in Jianzhou, which consists of perennial old hens, ginger, bay leaves, aniseed, pepper, fennel, cloves, baiji, Amomum villosum, Caoji, tangerine peel, angelica, and grass. Fruit, cinnamon, salt, and most importantly, sugar.
The method of refining coarse salt has long been available in the Ming Empire. Therefore, the refined salt refining method is a must-have skill for people who have traveled through ancient and modern times. Wang Budie has no way to start, but this white sugar is original and original. It can also be regarded as a magic weapon for getting rich.
Boil the water, then sprinkle an appropriate amount of salt, spread the ingredients, bring to a boil, then put the chicken in, bring to a boil over high heat, and reduce to a simmer after half an hour. This step by step is a complicated process, which may take several hours. Wang Bushit didn't have that time, so he simplified it a lot. Then he heated the pot until red, added sugar, put the chicken in the pot, and smoked it for five minutes. Can.
There are many ways to cook chicken, usually either smoked or boiled, which are basically the same.
The aroma of freshly baked roast chicken immediately spread in the yard. It’s not just the beauty that attracts attention, but also the delicious food. The moment the lid of the pot is opened, everyone’s eyes are attracted, even Leng Bingbing.
"What's delicious? What's delicious?" Fu Jia ran over anxiously, without bending or panting. This shows that exercise is still beneficial.
"My latest invention, roast chicken." Wang Bushit replied triumphantly, the greatest happiness in life is when his achievements are recognized by everyone.
"It smells so good, it smells so good." The white cat and black dog couldn't help but praise it.
"That's necessary. Let me tell you, if the current emperor eats the food I cook, all the chefs in the imperial kitchen will be laid off." What Wang Busheng said is quite reasonable. After all, the catering industry has gone through thousands of years of development. The development of the Ming Dynasty is the progress of an era, and the level of catering culture in the Ming Empire is equivalent to that of the Republic of China. The technology is very backward and the taste is very average. However, Wang Busheng is different. He has been trained in various cuisines of the 21st century. The influence of multi-national cuisine is naturally technically extraordinary.
"Hahaha, it's so fragrant. Master, let's have a taste first." Fu Jia couldn't wait to pick up a chicken and eat it.
"Master, didn't you say you want to lose weight? It's not good to eat meat. There are still a few steamed buns left in the morning. Why don't you eat those?"
"You bastard, you are more unfilial than your immortal grandfather. You eat chicken and ask me to eat steamed buns. I am so old. If I eat one less meal, I will lose a lot of weight." Fu Jiafang clicked his tongue and cursed.
There are too many rules in the world. Smoking is harmful to your health. Drinking is harmful to your health. Don’t eat cold things in summer. You can’t do this. You should do more of this. You should take care of yourself when you are sick. You should take more supplements when you are weak. Live one day at a time. Eat a meal to earn a meal, eat what you want, do what you want, there are so many rules, why should people embarrass themselves.
Tonight's dinner was a success. Liu Mei and the white cat and black dog each ate almost one, and even Leng Bingbing ate half of one, not to mention Wang Busheng and Fu Jia, who had three to five.
Once again, a roast chicken was served, and Wang Bushit said with a smile, "Master, one more."
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, I really can't eat any more." He patted his bulging belly and said with unsatisfied intention, "I'm too tired after eating too much."
"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Master, I also made sour plum soup with sugar."
Looking at Wang Busheng in disbelief, Fu Jia said in disbelief, "You said that you, an old and young man, think about eating all day long, are you too uninterested? You are just a foodie."
