"Thank you, big brother. Can you make burgers, French fries, and egg tarts? And a strawberry birthday cake."
Xiaofu's big round eyes turned around and shone.
Liu Yishou: "..."
What?
What is a burger?
What are French fries?
He knows eggs, what is an egg tart? A pagoda shape made of eggs?
He knows the strawberry, the cake is the chicken cake? Birthday cake means the cake on your birthday?
Wait, how did this little girl know about these tricky and weird things?
I actually know about strawberries.
A delicate fruit like strawberry cannot be afforded by people in the remote areas of Nanguan Mountain? I've probably never seen it before.
The strawberries they provide to the young master in spring are all purchased from Huaicheng.
Liu Yi's hands were messy.
He was careless. He seemed unable to fulfill this request.
"Xiao Yuanbao, where did you get the food you mentioned?" Liu Yishou asked cautiously with sweat on his forehead and his eyes turned to A Zhen.
Xiao Yuanbao took a bite of the chicken wings, which were crispy and fragrant, and his eyes curved into crescents.
"In a dream."
What?
Liu Yishou almost shut himself down.
What kind of dream could dream of such weird food?
Liu Yishou seriously doubted the outrageousness of this answer, but Xiao Yuanbao in front of him looked serious.
That's right, for a little country girl, all she eats is steamed buns, white noodles, and green vegetables. Her family loves her at most and adds an egg to her meal, and she usually buys a few kilograms of fruits.
I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to make up the names of these foods if I asked her to make them up.
Xiao Yuanbao opened her cute eyes and asked Liu Yishou: "Brother, can you do these?"
Liu Yishou: "..."
How should he answer this? If he said no, he would be afraid of insulting the reputation of the chef god grandpa. Besides, he would not dare to say no in front of the young master in front of him.
"Can you do the food my little sister mentioned?" A Zhen was dissatisfied when he saw Liu Yishou's hesitation.
"Master, no one knows what the food in this dream tastes like. I'm afraid it won't be to your liking..."
"Just say no, no, no." A Zhen interrupted with a stern face.
Liu Yishou looked at Wu Xiaoying, "You should speak to me. You have eaten so much of my delicious food."
Wu Xiaoying watched her eyes and nose while quietly eating melon.
After receiving Liu Yishou's look for help, he decided to side with Master A Zhen and said with a serious face: "Master has said it, just do as you are told."
Liu Yishou gritted his teeth helplessly and said: "Go back to Master, I will do it."
A Zhen's face turned slightly pale.
"Okay!" Xiao Yuanbao clapped his hands happily, "Thank you, big brother. I am a god of cooking."
Liu Yishou, who was depressed just now, was elated when Xiao Yuanbao called him the God of Cooking.
They say a true friend is hard to find, so what is high achievement as a cook? Isn't it just to gain the approval of diners?
Since Xiao Yuanbao was so supportive, he decided to go back and look through the cooking secrets given by his grandfather and make burgers, egg tarts, French fries, and birthday cakes.
Bai Zhaomei and Dalang Sanlang's uncle and nephew poked their heads at the door, attracted by the scent.
"Little brother, can you give the fried chicken to my fourth brother and the others?" Xiao Yuanbao asked A Zhen.
"The fried chicken is all yours. You can feed it to whoever you want." A Zhen nodded.
Xiao Fuyuan waved to Bai Zhaomei, uncle and nephew, and the three of them couldn't wait to grab the fried chicken and gnaw on it.
"It's so delicious. Sister, this is the best fried chicken I have ever eaten." Bai Zhaomei said.
"Zui Qingfeng's roast chicken is incomparable. This chicken has crispy bones and is deep-fried. The chicken breasts are not tasty..." Dalang continued.
Oops, Xiao Yuanbao’s eldest nephew is very insightful and his comments are accurate. He already understands Kuanyou.
Liu Yishou was moved in his chest.
Good guy, the food tastes better than Wu Xiaoying's. He dreamed that one day the diners would gobble up his delicacies. The people in the young master's courtyard ate too restrainedly. Look at the people of Lao Bai's family. They were so rare that they didn't show any restraint when it came to delicious food.
Xiao Fuyuan divided some fried chicken for other family members to eat.
Good things should be shared with the whole family.
"Bai Laowu, where is your master?" Wu Xiaoying asked Bai Zhaomei when Xie Xiaolian was missing.
"The master went to cut wood in the mountains and said he wanted to renovate the house opposite." Bai Zhaomei said, adding, "I wanted to follow him to carry the wood, but the master refused. He said his feet were healed and asked me to come back after practicing at home to check. "
He explained this specifically because he was afraid that people would say that he was unqualified as an apprentice.
The children in the house were enjoying the fried chicken. Outside the house, the medical sage Zhang Yangjing was also busy in the yard, holding Erlang's legs and squeezing them left and right.
Xie Chuntao learned the news while visiting a neighbor's house and hurried home.
Zhen and Bai Banban took medicine for Erlang at Wu Langzhong's house and rushed home after hearing the news.
Wu Langzhong followed behind with a medicine box on his back.
He wanted to see what kind of miracle doctor came to Lao Bai's house.
Don't be a charlatan who deceives you.
"Doctor Zhang, this boy of mine walked early. He could walk at eight months. He suddenly became paralyzed when he was three years old. He has been taking medicine and acupuncture for many years, but it has not helped. These days, a doctor in our village has given him some medicine, and it seems that It works, before I could only lie down on the bed, but now I can sit up."
Mrs. Bai described Erlang's condition to Zhang Yangjing and concealed the fact that Xiao Fuyuan gave Erlang red pills.
This cannot be said.
If word spreads, the Lao Bai family won't be able to stop it.
Zhang Yang nodded and said he understood.
"How do you feel?" Zhang Yangjing asked after squeezing Erlang's legs.
"pain."
Erlang had just finished Xiaofuyuan's red pill when he felt a dull pain spreading from his thigh to his buttocks, mixed with numbness.
Erlang was a very clever boy. He knew that the red pill given by his aunt had taken effect, so he couldn't tell.
Zhang Yangjing thought for a moment and said to himself, he didn't expect that a country doctor would have such medical skills.
Based on the original traces, it is inferred that the nerves connecting Dalang's thighs and buttocks tend to be necrotic and are not easy to recover.
It was unexpected to recover like this.
"Doctor Zhang, will my son's leg be okay?" Xie Chuntao looked hopeful.
This doctor's Immortal Wind Dao Gu Yushu Linfeng is visually superior to Wu Lang in Chinese medicine.
"I dare not judge." Zhang Yangjing said.
"Can you show me the medicine prescribed by the doctor that the old lady mentioned?"
Xie Chuntao hurriedly showed Zhang Yangjing the medicine prepared by Wu Langzhong.
Ephedra, cassia twig, almond, licorice...
There is nothing special about the medicine for blood circulation and blood circulation.
Zhang Yangjing opened the medicine box and asked for an injection.
"Wait!"
Wu Langzhong came in with a medical kit on his back, looked at Zhang Yangjing and said, "May I ask who you are?"
Huh, he does look like a human being, and liars are used to pretending like this.
"My surname is Zhang." Zhang Yangjing replied gently.
"There is no doctor named Zhang in Nanguan Mountain. I only know Zhang Yangjing's surname is Zhang." Wu Langzhong said in a bad tone.
What does Lao Bai mean by this? The medicine he prescribed for Erlang is quite effective. It's so hurtful to change doctors halfway.
"I am Zhang Yangjing." Zhang Yangjing said lightly.
Mrs. Bai, Xie Chuntao, and Bai Banban reacted indifferently. They didn't know the famous doctor.
Zhen raised her eyes and quickly glanced at Zhang Yangjing, her heart moved slightly.
When she was young, Zhang Yangjing was still a young doctor at Tai Hospital. She followed her grandfather to Zhen Mansion to diagnose her grandmother's pulse, carrying a medicine box.
At that time, she was sitting in the garden feeling uncomfortable due to food accumulation and just humming. Zhang Yangjing handed her a few hawthorn pills.
"Zhang...Zhang Yangjing, is that the medical saint?"
Wu Langzhong stuttered, "Oh my god, I actually saw my idol."
Zhang Yangjing smiled: "Doctor, he just saves lives and heals the wounded."
"But why are you here? Aren't you in the Imperial Hospital?" Wu Langzhong regained his senses in an instant. He must have used Zhang Yangjing's name to deceive him.
(End of chapter)
