"Disgusting Japanese, you look like a disgusting schistosome. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

A vicious curse came from the side, and Zheng Qing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, where did the Japanese come from? Instant realization that he was talking about himself.

When I turned my head, I saw a thin old lady, about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in gray clothes, with a large cross around her neck.

The old lady was still a Christian.

The old lady was on crutches, pushing a shopping cart, with a fierce expression, staring at Zheng Qing viciously.

Most people in America are fat, and there are very few people like old ladies.

Although most Americans are very enthusiastic and greet strangers when they meet, there are still a small number of people who are particularly xenophobic and insanely hostile to outsiders.

Not just from foreign countries, but also Americans from other cities.

Old Mrs. Harmon was that kind of person.

Needless to say, this old lady must have seen herself picking and choosing, so she let out such a vicious curse.

Although he hated the viciousness of this old lady in his heart, Zheng Qing himself knew that it was not a glorious thing to pick and choose in the supermarket like himself.

But since she thinks of herself as Japanese......

Zheng Qing bowed to the old lady and greeted him in Japanese, "Wow, you're bitter." ”

"Disgusting ugly Japanese, go back to your own country, you're not welcome in Haruki Town." The old lady raised the cane in her hand at Zheng Qing and shouted loudly.

"Hey!"

"Idiot Japanese, why didn't the Chinese destroy you."

The old lady cursed loudly, thinking that Zheng Qing might not understand her words, and she was not interested in continuing to scold, so she pushed the cart to settle the bill.

"Mrs. Harmon." Mrs. Brown greets the old lady.

Old Mrs. Harmon had already guessed that Mrs. Brown and Zheng Qing were together, and now even she hated her together, and did not take her words at all.

"Zheng, Mrs. Harmon said you were Japanese, why didn't you explain?" Mrs. Brown turned to Zheng Qing suspiciously.

Zheng Qing shook his head, "Just let her mistake me for being Japanese." ”

"By the way, Mrs. Brown, when you see this old lady in the future, don't tell her that I am Chinese."

"Why?" Mrs. Brown felt strange.

"That's it anyway." Zheng Qing didn't want to explain.

Seeing Mrs. Harmon's xenophobic posture, needless to say, every time she saw herself in the future, she would scold her vigorously.

Zheng Qing still wants to live here, of course he doesn't want to quarrel with such an old lady all day long.

It's no good to win the quarrel, and it's annoying to lose the quarrel.

For this kind of extremely xenophobic and narrow-minded old lady, a pure racist and regionalist, the police can't do anything about her, unless she dares to hit someone.

But even if you don't look at the cross around the old lady's neck, just looking at her age, it is estimated that it is impossible to take the initiative to beat herself.

Zheng Qing doesn't like to be chased and scolded every day, but fortunately, this old lady scolds the Japanese. In that case, let her always misunderstand that she is Japanese.

The old lady scolded the Japanese, but Zheng Qingcai didn't care.

"Okay." Mrs. Brown didn't know what Zheng Qing meant, but she happily agreed.

It took nearly an hour to pick out the ingredients I needed and push the cart to check out.

Mrs. Brown rushed to pay the bill, so Zheng Qing didn't fight with her. Americans don't pretend to be polite, saying that they are paying the bill, they must really want to pay the bill.

Anyway, this is to treat her daughter's illness, and it is only right for her to pay the bill, not to mention that Zheng Qing does not have much money in his hand now.

Although there are a lot of things selected, they are really not worth a few dollars, and the final settlement is only in his early thirties. Mrs. Brown paid the bill, took her things and drove home.

Back at Mrs. Brown's house, Zheng Qing began to cook.

Since you want to make bean sprouts, the beans must be soaked in water.

To be honest, for Zheng Qing's ability now, eating beans is not as good as boiling beans. The main thing is that once it grows into bean sprouts, the seeds develop, and the vitality is not easy to control. Even if it is directly cold, it will inevitably lose a certain vitality.

But it's not good to only eat without vegetables, so I have to make bean sprouts and eat them.

After re-selecting the beans, activating the vitality of the beans, I asked Mrs. Brown for a tray, spread the beans in the tray, spread a layer, poured a little clean water, and covered it with a layer of plastic film.

Don't worry about it for the rest of the day, just wait for the beans to sprout.

Peanuts are used to make peanut cakes, mung beans are made into mung bean cakes, and corn is used to cook corn rice.

The mung beans and corn were selected by Zheng Qing himself, and they could be boiled directly after washing.

The peanuts had to be picked again, and after they were picked, they were boiled in a separate crockpot like the other two things.

Mrs. Brown watched Zheng Qing cook blankly, and there was always an unbelievable feeling, not that Zheng Qing's steps were troublesome and how amazing his cooking techniques were, but that it seemed too simple.

It's just boiling peanuts and corn in a crockpot, that's cooking? Or is it special cooking, to make special food?

Mrs. Brown was incredulous, and somewhat incredulous.

Fortunately, she deeply knew her husband's respect for Zheng Qing's food, and she did not doubt Zheng Qing's ability to cook.

Then Zheng Qing's control of the heat and temperature conquered Mrs. Brown, making her feel that cooking like this might really make a different meal.

Little Ryan followed at first, but after watching it for a while, he got bored, so he went upstairs to play with the small train.

Cooking slowly over low heat takes much longer than normal cooking, but you don't have to worry about it most of the time.

After cooking, Zheng Qing scooped out the peanuts and mung beans, which were made into cakes or cakes, which should be cooled before use.

As for the cornmeal, just put it in a pot and continue to cook slowly over low heat, and when it is time to eat, it is not too late to serve it out.

"Zheng, do you need my help?" Mrs. Brown has seen the same sentence from the beginning, and I don't know how many times she has asked the same sentence.

"Okay, Louise." Fortunately, this time, Zheng Qing agreed to let her help, "You go and help make some sugar, if you like honey, mix it with honey again, cream is fine." ”

Mrs. Brown agreed, and hurried to do it. Standing and watching all the time, it made her feel idle and panicked.

Speaking of honey, it is worth mentioning that if Zheng Qing can grow his own plants, he will use ordinary plants, such as rape flowers.

Cultivating ordinary rape flowers into more advanced rape flowers allows bees to collect honey rich in vitality from rape flowers.

This honey is much better than regular honey.

Of course, when bees collect honey, they must not mix the honey collected from high-grade rape flowers with the honey of other ordinary flowers, otherwise the honey will be impure, and the vitality will be greatly reduced or even disappear.

It's the same with cream, so you need to raise your own cows.

Wait for Mrs. Brown to boil the sugar, add the honey and cream and stir well.

The cooked mung beans and peanut kernels are just cool.

The water from the mung beans and peanut kernels was squeezed out and placed in separate basins, and Mrs. Brown immediately poured honey, syrup and cream into them.

Stir it with a blender and mix well.

It is compacted in a briquetting machine, and then pressed into a fixed shape with a mold. After a while, when the syrup solidifies, the mung bean cake and peanut cake are completely formed.

Unfortunately, although the cake or cake is very sweet, the sweetness and creaminess suppress the fragrance of vitality, and you can't smell the vitality when you smell it.

It doesn't have much effect on eating, that is, when you eat, in addition to the vitality of the food, you just eat more cream, sugar and honey.

In the past, Zheng Qing made pea cakes, because he liked the fragrance of pure vitality, and rarely used syrup or honey. As for the cream, it has never been used.

Now in the United States, in order to cater to the taste of the Brown family, Mrs. Brown specially added cream, honey and syrup.

Americans love to eat very sweet food, and this is an international standard.

Mrs. Brown looked at the mung bean cake and peanut cake on the table and wondered: Is this what kind of food it is?

Zheng Qing picked up a piece of mung bean cake, "Mrs. Brown, you can taste it." ”

"Is that okay?" Mrs. Brown wondered if the food Zheng Qing made really worked wonders, and she didn't want to give Jenny something to eat casually.

"Yes." Zheng Qing immediately guessed Mrs. Brown's mentality.

"Oh!" Mrs. Brown took the mung bean cake and took a small bite.

"Ahh Oh, my God! Her eyes widened instantly, and her whole body was refreshed, "I felt like I was full of energy." ”

"Haha!" Zheng Qing laughed.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Little Ryan's voice came from the stairs.

Although this little guy was playing upstairs, he had been thinking about the food made by Zheng Qing, and when he heard the movement below, he couldn't help but come down and take a look.

"Good baby, take a look." Mrs. Brown took a bite of the mung bean cake, but she was reluctant to eat the rest, "The mung bean cake made by Zheng, it can cure your sister's illness, Jenny is saved." ”

I couldn't help but want to cry when I was excited, and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.

Although she had only just tasted it, the vigorous vitality had already made Mrs. Brown realize that this food, if not a complete cure for Jenny's illness, would definitely make Jenny better.

"Mom, can I try it?" Little Ryan stared at the mung bean cake in Mrs. Brown's hand and swallowed a large gulp of saliva greedily.

"This ......" Mrs. Brown hesitated a little, she loved her daughter and her son, and after hesitating for a while, she said, "Lane, Mommy gave you this piece, and you can't eat the rest anymore, you know?" This is for my sister's illness. ”

"Okay, Mom." Ryan obediently agreed.

He walked over and took the mung bean cake from Mrs. Brown's hand, and after taking a bite, he tasted the deliciousness. The little guy was reluctant to eat it all in one bite, so he ate slowly one bite at a time.

"These mung bean cakes and peanut cakes can be stored for days, so it's best to keep them in the refrigerator and give Jenny a slow meal. As for dinner, let's eat cornmeal. Zheng Qing said with a smile.