When the agreed ten days were up, Geng Qiu brought his freshly produced bean sprouts, and he had already cut off the roots, which didn't look like bean sprouts at all. Because it was the first time to send beans and sprouts here, the quality was a little worse, but this touch of green in the winter still surprised Ah Hao and the third uncle and three aunts. As for the vegetables in the greenhouse, they haven't sprouted yet. Although in the inside rose charcoal basins. A few rows of small greens were planted.

They went by coincidence, just as Master Zhou sent someone to send something back. Steward Zhou deliberately divided this bean sprout and asked people to take it back to Master Zhou. He now feels more and more that Geng Qiu and Ah Hao are not ordinary villagers. Geng Qiu brought bean sprouts, but there were enough to fry three plates, one plate for the master to eat, one plate for Dr. Li and Steward Zhou, and the other one for Master Zhou.

Geng Qiu also brought some side dishes made by himself this time, sour and spicy radish skin, which everyone loves to eat, and brought another jar over. I also brought some dried salted fish and salted pheasants and hares. These things were all filial piety to Steward Zhou and Dr. Li, and the two expressed great satisfaction.

When Dr. Li treated Ah Hao, Ju's mother came over again, because Master Yi's taste was very poor, and he could take a few bites of porridge with sour and hot radish skins, but after eating it a few more times, he didn't like it as much as he did at the beginning, and because Geng Qiu said last time that he couldn't eat more of this thing, he refused to eat it more and more. In the past few days, there has been no fresh food, and there is no place to eat. The bean sprouts sent by Geng Qiu just now were fresh enough, and half a bowl of porridge was used.

"Does your master drink porridge every day, and don't you get anything else, like noodles, soup or something?" Geng Qiu asked puzzled. To be honest, he has never taken care of pregnant women, but at least he knows that pregnant women need to be nutritionally balanced. Just drinking some white porridge is so nutritious. One person is not enough, let alone a pregnant man.

"Our master can't smell the smell of oily meat. You can drink a white rice porridge alone, and sometimes you can drink it with some bird's nest rock candy. Ju's mother said. It's the plate of beans and sprouts just now, which was just fried with oil and salt.

"Is there noodles in the kitchen, I'll go get a bowl of noodles to see if it suits the taste of the master's house." Geng Qiu saw that Mother Ju and Steward Zhou were looking at him longingly, so he had to decide to do it himself. As for whether people can eat it or not, he doesn't care, anyway, he tried his best.

Geng Qiu's noodles are also very simple, that is, the sour cabbage stalks he brought last time, cut a few slices finely, took the chicken soup hanging in the kitchen, and cooked a bowl of noodles, because he heard that the master couldn't smell the smell of oil and meat, he took all the oil and water on the soup away, leaving only the clear soup, plus the sour cabbage, and a few spinach leaves and threw them in. This bowl of chicken noodle soup is very light, but because of the sour cabbage stalks, it is a little sour, and the master really ate it very well and drank up the soup.

A lot of what I said last time, Ju's mother also deliberately remembered it, but it obviously didn't play a big role. Geng Qiu didn't know what to say. In modern times, he saw many big-bellied mothers squeezing the bus to and from work every day, and they were still walking like flying, and they would only ask for maternity leave in the days when they were about to give birth. Of course, there are also those who have bad feelings, can't eat, and want to be hospitalized, but after all, they are a minority. Like this master, he can't eat anything, it's really difficult. A room full of people waited, and no one was useful. He was anxious for this master.

Because of this bowl of noodles, Mother Ju and Steward Zhou looked at Geng Qiu as if they had seen a savior, and even the gynecological doctor came over to ask for advice. Geng Qiu couldn't explain what was so peculiar about his bowl of ordinary noodles, he could only say that this master drank too much white porridge, and suddenly ate a bowl of flavorful noodles, of course, he would have a big taste, but if he ate a few meals in a row, he would definitely not be able to eat it again.

"Master Qiu, our master is counting on you." Mother Ju was very excited, and she was about to leave Geng Qiu behind to cook for her master.

"No, no. What I'm going to do here is to cook porridge and noodles. Where will the dishes be cooked. Geng Qiu hurriedly said that he didn't want to stay as a chef, not to mention that he only knew some home-cooked food, which was definitely not as good as the chefs in this house, he had already tasted the dishes made by others. At that level, he can't catch up.

This master is just eating a fresh taste, and the taste of pregnant people will be a little special, maybe it will return to normal in a few days. Besides, he didn't want to work in a big family. Although it seems that he gets along well with the people of this Zhou Mansion now, these people are not the masters of the Zhou Mansion. He had never seen a serious master. Who knows if it's good to get along or not, and more importantly, he lives in the countryside, and his family is used to living his own life, and when he comes here, he will definitely be subject to many constraints, and he is not happy.

Steward Zhou also very much hopes that the master can eat normally and take good care of his body. But Geng Qiu was so opposed, obviously unhappy, seeing that Mother Ju was eager to force Geng Qiu to stay, she hurriedly said: "Otherwise, you can point out the kitchen and teach them to cook a few meals." ”

As he was talking, Ah Hao woke up, heard this, and saw everyone's expressions again, he understood what was going on, there was no expression on his face, but he was not very happy in his heart. Geng Qiu thought for a while and said, "I can't say what I can do, all I know is the experience of ordinary people, and I don't know if your master can use it." ”

Mother Ju repeatedly instructed someone to get pen and paper and invite the cook. I can't wait to force Geng Qiuhui's breath out.

Geng Qiu was a little annoyed in his heart, and he was patient, he really didn't like this mother Ju, it was completely like forcing him, and Ah Hao also told him, these recipes and recipes are actually very precious, how can outsiders have such a big face, and ask for it directly, although it was said that they gave two hundred taels last time. But it's not a lot of sincerity. It's only because of Dr. Li that they think it's a good deal.

"You write it." Geng Qiu told Ah Hao that he was not very good at writing calligraphy, and he couldn't write many traditional characters. It's not much of a problem to read. He didn't want to say over and over again that Ah Hao has a good memory and writes quickly.

Geng Qiu only said three dishes, all of which were very simple. A porridge with spinach and meatballs. One is fish ball sour noodle soup. One is stuffed tofu. These three, except for stuffed tofu, which is an authentic dish, the other two are all staple foods. But there is meat and porridge in it, and there are fish and noodles, which are very suitable for people who are weak, sick, and have bad tastes, such as children and the elderly. It's easy to digest and nutritious.

After Geng Qiu finished speaking, Ah Hao also finished writing, Steward Zhou and Dr. Li are both literate people, and both of them are knowledgeable, and when they saw Ah Hao's dragon and phoenix dancing words, they all praised: "Ah Hao is really a good hand." I can't write this without years of skill. ”

Ah Hao is not in a good mood, this word is not like the block letters used to write the book before, but cursive, fortunately, he still remembers that this is a recipe, and he is not too wildly written. But such a smooth and powerful character made Steward Zhou and Dr. Li feel that it was somewhat overkill to write recipes.

"Xiao Gui, take it and copy a copy for Mother Ju." Steward Zhou commanded.

Mother Ju didn't know a few words, so she just wanted to hurry up and let the kitchen try to make it. On the contrary, the cook seemed to be stunned, she thought that she would hear some great dishes, where did she think that these three dishes would be so simple. Although she hasn't done it, it's actually not that difficult for her, meatballs are the easiest and have a lot to do, but the fish balls are a little more troublesome. As for stuffed tofu, that is, the meat is a little troublesome.

These three things, in the minds of her and Mother Ju, are all general things. She and Mother Ju both felt that the master was pregnant and must use the best. So she made things very supplemental, such as old hen soup, but there was a thick layer of butter on it, and the master hadn't eaten it yet, and he vomited just by smelling it. In fact, Geng Qiu also found that the dishes made by this cook were heavy and greasy, and they were not suitable for a pregnant man like Master Yi who couldn't smell the smell of meat, so he deliberately made these three most simple and refreshing dishes. But no matter how complicated the dish is, he can't make it.