Qiao Nianyao had already stewed the soaked lamb chops after returning home.
You don’t need to add any other ingredients to braised lamb chops, you just need peppercorns, green onions, ginger, and salt.
Put the soaked lamb chops into a pot and bring to a boil over high heat, then remove all the blood foam. This step is more troublesome and troublesome, and the rest is simple.
In the middle of the work, the little old man came over carrying a medicine box.
Wearing a woolen sweater, a hat, a scarf, and gloves, everything was arranged.
"Keep it warm." Qiao Nianyao was very satisfied after seeing it and said with a smile.
"Not bad." It was indeed warm.
"You can eat it soon. Go see your apprentice-in-law first."
But not long after, Qiao Nianyao heard Song Qingfeng shouting in the room, "Daughter-in-law!"
Qiao Nianyao knew it well. She poured the radish into the pot and arranged the steamed buns to be steamed. Then she came in and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Qingfeng's face was filled with excitement, "I was pressed by Master just now, and I... my legs seem to have... some feeling!"
"Really?" Qiao Nianyao looked at her master with wide eyes.
But there wasn't much of a smile on the little old man's face. He looked shocked at this time.
The little old man just came to review Song Qingfeng's apprentice son-in-law. He was just reviewing it as usual, but as soon as he touched Song Qingfeng's kneecap, others were stunned.
"Something's wrong, there's something wrong with your legs!" the little old man couldn't help but say.
Song Qingfeng was puzzled, "What's wrong?"
The little old man ignored him and continued to check his bones, examined both his legs carefully, and finally pressed hard on his big hole.
At this moment, Song Qingfeng felt a strange feeling coming from his legs!
Song Qingfeng was so excited that he called him his wife!
"Master, what's going on?" Qiao Nianyao pretended to be confused.
The little old man looked at Song Qingfeng with a ghostly expression on his face and said: "Last time I checked you, I found that the bone had grown by itself. I still thought it was strange. After a long time, I could only think that I was older. I really remember. I can’t say for sure, but I won’t make another mistake this time, your bones are indeed growing on their own!”
Song Qingfeng's heart beat a beat faster, "Old man, are you serious?"
"Master, you didn't lie to us?" Qiao Nianyao also said in surprise.
"I touched these two bones clearly last time. They were both broken, but now they have not only grown back, but they have also healed together with your kneecap!" The little old man touched again with an expression of disbelief on his face. He touched his left kneecap and said, "It's the same here. Both sides have grown. It's definitely not my fault!"
This time, the little old man no longer doubts his bone-touching skills!
Song Qingfeng's heart was pounding, and Qiao Nianyao asked what he was thinking, "Master, can Qingfeng get better?"
The little old man shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know if it's a coincidence or what. This should be impossible!"
He has never seen such an example. His kneecaps were all torn apart, but they could still grow back slowly on their own?
This is simply unheard of.
"I know!" Qiao Nianyao's eyes widened, then she looked surprised.
Song Qingfeng and the little old man both looked at her.
I saw that Qiao Nianyao had contributed unprecedented superb acting skills, and whispered mysteriously: "It must be the Great Immortal. It can't be wrong if the Great Immortal casts a spell secretly!"
Song Qingfeng & the little old man: "..."
"Why are you looking like this? Besides the Immortal, who can help Qingfeng get better? I brought a chicken over last time, and I happened to bring one back today. I will take it over later to honor it. , it will definitely bless Qingfeng to get better!"
The look on Qiao Nianyao's face was pious, like a brainwashed believer.
The little old man ignored her and continued to massage Song Qingfeng, "Do you feel like this?"
Song Qingfeng shook his head.
"how about this?"
"No." Song Qingfeng shook his head regretfully.
The little old man pressed the acupuncture point just now, and Song Qingfeng felt the rushing feeling again, "Yes!"
The little old man didn't say anything and put on his pants. "Take good care of it. We'll see about it later, but don't have too much hope!"
Although it was miraculous, the little old man really felt that it was too shocking and shocking, and he had no idea, so he still asked his disciple-in-law not to have such high hopes.
The greater the hope for this kind of thing, the greater the disappointment!
"I know." Song Qingfeng also knew it. Although his mood was ups and downs again today, he really didn't have high hopes.
But deep inside, there is indeed a small fire burning that doesn't want to be extinguished.
Qiao Nianyao brought hot water in to wash her hands, and then went to bring in the steamed buns, lamb chops and radishes.
Of course, I also prepared two bowls of seasonings. I felt that the stew was a bit bland, so I ate it with the sauce. Qiao Nianyao made the sauce herself.
The lamb chops were braised just right, not too soft and chewy, and not much ingredients were added.
It's authentic.
Qiao Nianyao is delicious without any sauce.
But Song Qingfeng and the little old man both dipped their bowls of sauce into their bowls and ate with great satisfaction.
"Don't just eat meat, you must also eat some radishes." Qiao Nianyao scooped some radishes into their bowls. The radishes were stewed and very sweet.
Eating mutton and radish, as well as the staple food corn buns, the taste is incredible.
Song Qingfeng and the little old man both ate very happily.
Qiao Nianyao, a cook, may be considered too tired by some, but she really likes that the food she cooks can be eaten by the people she respects and likes.
This also gave her an extra sense of accomplishment.
After the little old man finished eating, he went back with the bacon given by his disciple.
Qiao Nianyao packed up, said something to Song Qingfeng, and went out with a basket.
Song Qingfeng was a little helpless. He didn't believe it was Wong Tai Sin who blessed him, because when he was a child, when he was still ignorant, he also saw a weasel and worshiped it.
But he was just an ignorant child at that time. Now that he has grown up, he really doesn't think that thing can become an immortal or anything.
It’s just that my wife believed it, so she let it go.
Qiao Nianyao came to find Ma Guilian and asked Ma Guilian to accompany her.
Ma Guilian sighed inwardly, "Why don't I keep it for you and Qing Feng to replenish their bodies?" She felt that this matter was too big, and the immortal might not be able to do anything about it.
"That won't work. I bought it specially to honor the Great Immortal." Qiao Nianyao whispered: "I don't ask for anything else. I just hope that the Great Immortal can make Qingfeng get better!"
Ma Guilian didn't try to persuade her anymore and just came with her.
Just like last time, she was still the one keeping watch, with Qiao Nianyao feeding the weasels and asking the Immortal to bless her...
The weasel was very happy to have someone come to feed him again.
We also feed such a plump old hen, which will gain a lot of fat this winter. If we catch more mice, the whole litter will not be afraid of starving to death!
