"Is this Qi?"
A white qi appeared around Li Cang. He took out the secret book from his backpack, which allowed him to directly enter the Li Family Boxing. Together with the nourishing ingredients that Yuan'er usually brought, it was stimulated at this moment, and qi was born in an instant.
He turned to look at Yuan'er who was on the cat climbing frame. Yuan'er also had Qi all over his body, which was blue, but the amount was not as good as that of Li Cang as an adult.
"Kitten, you can't escape!"
Snake punch.
Li Cang used the Li Jia Quan he had just learned in this way. His hands were like snakes, and he suddenly attacked and grabbed Yuan'er Destiny's neck.
"You're a little kitten, what else can you do?"
"Can you still escape from my grasp? You can't!"
Li Cang carried Yuan'er to the sofa, and then started sucking the cat. The scene was very abnormal. Please call the cat rescue center.
The next day, he got up at six o'clock, washed up, opened the door of the shop on the first floor, pushed out the rice roll machine, took out the rice soaked last night, took out the stone mill, and started grinding it.
Rice rolls are basically rice milk, which must be freshly ground. It will have a peculiar smell overnight and is no longer fresh. Li Cang has been doing this every day for the past two months, and it has become a habit.
Even with Qi, life still has to go on. However, with the help of Qi, the grinding time was shortened a lot, and two barrels were quickly made, which was almost enough for one morning.
"Xiao Li, morning god, a piece of pork sausage."
"Cangzi, morning, I want some egg sausage."
At almost 7:30, many neighbors get up and go out to buy breakfast. Li Cang's shop has many elderly people, all of whom are old customers left behind by his father's generation.
The second largest number are employees who work everywhere. Their workplace is nearby and they will come over to buy a portion and take it home to eat.
After three hours of busy work, the time came to half past ten. At this time, there were fewer people buying breakfast. He pushed back the rice roll machine and prepared the ingredients for clay pot rice.
Cutting sausages, mincing pork, marinating beef, washing vegetables, the basic claypot rice ingredients are ready, the claypot is taken out and put away, and they are waiting for customers to come.
"Meow!"
After everything was ready, when Li Cang wanted to take a break from the busy work and catch some fish, Yuan'er came down from above and meowed, which meant that he wanted him to prepare a lunch.
"I have to leave again..."
Li Cang was a little reluctant to give up, so he grabbed Yuan'er, took two strong sips, and returned to the kitchen.
After two months of testing, he knew that Yuan'er could eat normal people's food, so he could make his own lunch as well.
Let's make some ginseng chicken soup. After boxing all night last night to replenish his body, Li Cang opened the system store and bought two ginseng sticks, which were unlocked by Yuan'er during his travels.
The ginseng bought in the store is ten years old, and it is very effective, but it can cause nosebleeds if you drink too much.
"Cangzi, I want a seafood pot and ginseng chicken soup!"
Li Cang, who was in the kitchen, heard a familiar voice, wiped his hands and walked out. Sure enough, it was an acquaintance, Liao Zhong, a friend of his father, who would come over occasionally.
"Uncle Liao, do you have a date tonight?"
Facing Liao Zhong, whose face was covered with scars, Li Cang was not afraid at all. He joked that his seafood stew was made of abalone, prawns, bamboo shoots, and ginseng chicken soup, which was too much for a severely ill patient.
"Stop talking so much! I'll come over and get it in a minute!"
Liao Zhong glared at him and left in a hurry, running to the company. Li Cang shrugged and turned back to the kitchen.
It happened that the three of them were cooking together. Li Cang took out the fresh chicken from the refrigerator. Although it didn't match the 10-year-old ginseng, that was all.
"Catch some pretty chickens next time."
Li Cang said something to Yuan'er, then set up three earthen pots and started the Cantonese tradition of making soup.
After waiting for a long time for the ginseng chicken soup, he walked out, and a customer happened to arrive. He ordered the sausage pot and officially started the operation.
It was almost two o'clock, there were almost no customers, and the samgyetang was almost ready in the kitchen, so he returned to the kitchen and prepared to finish.
"Meow!"
When Li Cang was about to lift the lid of the pot, Yuan'er stopped him. He turned around and saw that Yuan'er was pushing an empty pot with Qi.
"What do you mean?"
"Meow meow meow!"
"You want me to put Qi into the pot?"
Li Cang understood Yuan'er's meaning. He scratched his head and decided to do it. White Qi appeared on his fingertips. He slowly stretched out his hand. After getting a little closer, Qi followed the ventilation hole on the earthen pot and got into the soup. middle.
Instantly, a strong fragrance wafted out from the earthen jar, refreshing people. Liao Zhong, who had just arrived at the store and was about to pick up his meal, also smelled the fragrance.
“It smells so sweet!”
Liao Zhong swore directly, took a few deep breaths, and wanted to go into the kitchen to have a look, but after thinking about it, he sat down obediently, mainly because he had been scolded by Li Cang's father before, so he didn't dare to go in.
In the kitchen, Li Cang took out the earthenware pot used for claypot rice, poured three pots into each pot, stuffed one into the system, bought a ticket for South China, and Yuan'er immediately took it on a trip.
As for the remaining two portions, he glanced out from the kitchen door and found Uncle Liao coming, so he picked up one of the earthenware pots and walked out.
"Ah ha ha ha, here comes the chicken soup!"
The attendant Li Cang handed the chicken soup to Liao Zhong. However, this meme had not yet become popular, so Liao Zhong just couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and quickly took a sip.
"Hey, it smells so good, beep beep beep!"
The subsequent beeps were all Liao Zhong's foul language, and Li Cang didn't pay much attention to it. This was the uncle's attitude when he ate delicious food, but it was a kind of recognition of him.
"My craftsmanship has improved, Cangzi!"
Liao Zhong gave a thumbs up, while Li Cang smiled and controlled the gas stove, preparing to make the seafood stew he ordered earlier.
He made two portions, put all the ingredients in, walked back to the kitchen, took out his portion of ginseng chicken soup, and sat at the same table with Liao Zhong.
An old man and a young man were drinking soup leisurely. Li Cang was paying attention to the heat of the clay pot rice, while Liao Zhong was holding his mobile phone and swiping his fingers up and down, not knowing what he was swiping.
"Cangzi."
"Um?"
"Do you know what gifts to give girls?"
Li Cang raised his eyebrows. Taking into account the dishes Liao Zhong ordered today, he didn't expect that he would be in full bloom. He would have to be a good consultant. If he misses it, it will be difficult to find him. After all, he looks like this.
"Jewelry? Bags? Cosmetics?"
Those who can like Uncle Liao are older than him. Li Cang gave a few examples of common gifts. The most stable ones will not make mistakes, so as not to affect tonight's batting.
"That's too mature for her."
Liao Zhong seemed to be thinking of that girl, and the corners of his mouth turned up, while Li Cang frowned, leaned back slightly, and asked the doubts in his heart.
"How old is that girl?"
"Probably 15 years old."
"Hey, Yaoyaoling?"
"Wait, it's not what you think!"
