After speaking, Zhao Zixian took the bamboo leaves and lotus root and entered the grass house next to him. Entering the house, Zhao Zixian saw that there were basically nothing else in this thatched house, just a few simple chairs, but there were a lot of kitchen utensils, not to mention pots and pans, even microwave ovens, induction cookers, rice cookers, everything was available. That's the chef's style. It can be seen that Qin Tian and Qin Feng don't live here, it's a place for fishing and cooking.

Wash, slice and remove from pan. For Zhao Zixian, it is a familiar road. During the period of doing it, Zhao Zixian took a special look, Qin Tian and Qin Feng were very far away, it seemed that this father and son were much more formal than Qin Lei and Qin Dian, and their dishes had such a wonderful effect, of course they were trying not to suspect that they were peeking and stealing. This scene reminded Zhao Zixian that when he was in the "China Health Center", Lu Zhonghua sent people more than once to secretly learn how to make beer duck by himself, hey, there is no kitchen god, even if you learn all the steps of the cooking, it will be in vain. Thinking of Lu Zhonghua, Zhao Zixian thought of the beauty arranged by Lu Zhonghua beside him, Qingqing. Hey, I don't know where Qingqing is now.

The sword god was not interested in something as light as green bamboo and lotus root that did not grow tall, but he just gathered around Qin Tian and kept talking, Zhao Zixian smiled, this old man must have pestered Qin Tian again to let him make Yangzhou fried rice.

In a short time, a bowl of green bamboo lotus root is ready. Zhao Zixian waved his hand and motioned for them all to come over. The lotus root is white and flawless, the fragrance is incomparable, and the bamboo leaves are also very fragrant. The soup of the two fragrant foods made Qin Tian and Qin Feng Dao God smell a crispy and sweet smell as soon as they walked to the door.

The three of them were slightly surprised, sweet soup is not as good as stir-frying, no matter how delicious the sweet soup is, it basically has to be served in front of people to smell the sweetness. Unless the kebab is kebab, you can smell cumin and meat from a long distance.

And as far as food is concerned, sweet soup is the most difficult to make, if it is stir-fried, fragrant, spicy, salty, and numb. There are a variety of flavors that can make people eat very refreshingly. But sweet soup, in the final analysis, has only one sweet word. So it's even harder to do. No matter how delicious sweet soup is, generally speaking, it can only taste "sweet". It's almost impossible to taste other flavors.

Zhao Zixian was very satisfied with his bowl of soup, smiled, and said, "Qin Feng's children, hurry up and drink this bowl of soup and join the world of adults." ”

Qin Tian was obviously more satisfied with this bowl of soup, at least with the taste, and urged: "Feng'er, hurry up and drink it." ”

Qin Feng despised Zhao Zixian, although this bowl of soup smelled delicious, but over the years, he didn't know how many strange things he had tasted, sweet, bitter, spicy, delicious, unpalatable, and he had basically lost confidence. At this time, Zhao Zixian was still happy with him, so he was a little annoyed and didn't speak.

Seeing that Qin Feng didn't speak, the sword god smiled: "Zixian, if I don't drink it first, you can make another bowl later." Of course, the sword god didn't really want to drink it, he just wanted to urge Qin Feng to drink it quickly, so that Qin Tian could quickly make egg fried rice for himself to eat.

However, when the sword god said this, Zhao Zixian remembered one thing, "Old man of the sword god, if you are not afraid of growing ten centimeters taller, then drink it, this green bamboo lotus root can restore people with bone development problems to a normal bone state, if it is a mature adult who drinks it, it will grow ten centimeters taller, well, knife god, I think you should be mature, then you will grow ten centimeters taller, you can think clearly." ”

Most people should be very happy to grow taller, the sword god didn't want to drink it originally, but when he heard this, he was even more reluctant, "Don't, I'm so old, if I grow taller, I'll become a monster, and the sky will fall and hit me, don't hurt me, let's give it to some people to drink." ”

One thing that Zhao Zixian thought of was that even if this green bamboo lotus root was effective, it would grow to ten centimeters within ten days after drinking, just like a beer duck, and it would take a process. It's not that if you drink it, you will grow taller immediately. So he said: "By the way, this soup, if you drink it now, the effect will take ten days to slowly manifest itself." ”

Because this soup has never been made, and today is a temporary makeover, so Zhao Zixian forgot about the need for ten days, he didn't say it at first, but now he thinks about it, and saying it at this time certainly makes Qin Tian a little suspicious.

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Zhao Zixian made some nonsense. "There is a certain cycle of human bone development, if the bones stop developing for some reason, we must let him have a time to move, the most important thing is that the bones and the human body, skin, muscles must have a certain period of adaptation, if the skin is not long, just the crazy growth of bones, it will break the skin."

Zhao Zixian doesn't know anything about bone growth and the like, these are a few terms he learned in the "Physiology and Hygiene" class in junior high school, and he pulled a few casually, but it's really a bit bluffing to say it.

Anyway, there is no other way, Qin Tian can only let Qin Feng try, just in response to Zhao Zixian's words, this young man didn't ask us for anything, there is no need to lie to us. Thinking of this, Qin Feng said: "Feng'er, go, for more than ten years, we have been waiting, are you still afraid of these ten days?" Let's go get a bowl of soup. ”

Qin Feng walked over lazily and picked up the bowl, oops, don't say it, whether the effect works or not, the taste of this bowl of soup is really sweet. I tasted a little with my tongue first, only to see Qin Feng's eyes light up, he raised the bowl, took a big gulp, and poured the entire bowl of soup into his mouth.

Qin Tian knows that his son is picky about food, usually except for the dishes he cooks, this tricky son doesn't even look at the meals in other places, sometimes he goes out to do errands, Qin Feng would rather be hungry and not eat than eat in the restaurant.

For Qin Feng, the two major joys of life are games and delicious food. It's just that Qin Feng doesn't like to cook, he only likes to eat.

In less than a minute, Qin Feng drank all the bowls of green bamboo lotus root soup, seeing his son so appetizing, of course he was happy to be a father, even happier than eating himself. And when Qin Feng eats, he is very particular, the place, the time, must be right, and the posture of eating is also very chic, like a migrant worker to serve a bowl, take a steamed bun, and squat on the side of the road, not to mention that Qin Feng can't do it in advance, he doesn't know how to squat and eat at all. And now Qin Feng is holding the bowl very unchicly, tilting his head, and pouring the soup in the bowl into his mouth, this posture proves that he is too anxious to drink this soup, so anxious that he can't even taste it.

A happy smile just appeared on Qin Tian's face, and suddenly this smile became a little stiff, from stiff to a little panicked.

Because Qin Feng was looking up, the soup had already been drunk, but he didn't put the bowl down, he still turned his face up, and there was a very idiotic expression on his face. There will be such an expression on the face of the dick at YY.

Qin Tian was so anxious that he didn't even have the time to question Zhao Zixian, so he walked to Qin Feng's side, held Qin Feng's shoulders with both hands, and shouted; "Wind, wind," he was about to shake his shoulders vigorously. At this time, the distance was close enough to understand his son's expression.

This is indeed the expression on the face of the sling silk at the time of YY. However, this expression is indeed a satisfied expression and an expression of happiness.

Qin Feng felt as if he had become a frog at this time, a happy frog, jumping around on the lotus leaves of the pond, surrounded by the fragrance of lotus flowers and dragonflies flying, a princess came to the pond and was about to kiss herself......

It was at this time that the illusion awakened. I found myself standing in a thatched hut, I was a person, not a frog, and there were no dragonflies around me, let alone a princess. There was only an empty bowl, and the father looked at him anxiously.

Qin Feng, a handsome young man, didn't even care about his image, he directly reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth, and shouted to Zhao Zixian: "Another bowl." ”

Zhao Zixian pursed his lips and said, "What do you think is drinking green tea, and there is another bottle." ”

Ever since Zhao Zixian saw Qin Feng, Qin Feng was no longer happy, and he rarely even had an angry expression. Now this calm teenager can't stop shouting "one more bowl" and "one more bowl". This situation reminded Zhao Zixian of a person, that is, the knife god who was wrapped around Qin Tian with a dead face and asked for egg fried rice.

As soon as he thought of the Sword God, the Sword God squeezed to Qin Tian's side with a smile and said, "Chef Qin, you hurry up and tell your good son, you can't drink more green bamboo lotus root, the growth of bones and the growth of muscles and skin must have an adaptation period, and the dosage of this medicinal diet is also set, and it is not good to drink more." We ......"

Zhao Zixian smiled secretly in his heart, the sword god really has you, I'm all nonsense, do you understand it now? It's the first time you've seen this green bamboo lotus root, so you can pretend to be an expert.

Sure enough, the sword god continued to laugh and said, "Chef Qin, let's hurry up and get into the topic and make egg fried rice." ”

Qin Tian saw his son jumping around very excitedly, and decided in his heart that even if Zhao Zixian's green bamboo lotus root couldn't make his son recover his height, just because he could make his son so happy, it was worth making his own egg fried rice for the knife god to eat. When he waved his hand, he said loudly: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll be ugly." ”