t Fu Sanshou: "......"

Yan Feng: "......"

Yi Shui's eyes flashed.

Fu Sanshou quickly eased up, he looked at Fei Mo and said: "It was cooked by the nutritionist who is specifically responsible for Fei Shao's diet, it seems that it is not suitable for Fei Shao's appetite, seal the child, take it away." ”

Yan Feng's face was sincerely frightened, and he was even more nervous in his eyes to step forward to take away the dinner plate.

"I'm not saying breakfast is bad." Fei Mo stared at Fu Sanshou in deep darkness, with an intriguing look on his pale handsome face, and he said, "It's very appetizing." ”

Yan Feng's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and he was stunned.

Fu San was stunned for a moment, and he said, "If it's very appetizing, Nafei eats more." ”

Fei Mo didn't eat, but looked at Fu Sanshui, "Since you are in charge of my diet, then let the nutritionist come and see me." ”

Fu Sanshu was stunned for a moment.

Yan Feng's face also changed suddenly, and a panic crossed his eyes.

Fei Mo took in the expressions of Fu San's master and apprentice, and glanced at Yan Feng's trembling hands.

The next moment, he turned his head to look at Yi Shui.

I saw Yi Shui hanging his eyes, his expression calm, and he couldn't see his emotions.

At this moment, after Fu San regained his senses, he looked at Fei Shao with a smile on his face and said, "Okay, I'll ask the nutritionist to come over now." ”

"No need." Fei Mo's cold eyes did not go to look at Fu San, but fell on the exquisite breakfast in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone: "In the future, I will let this nutritionist be responsible for my three meals a day." ”

Fu Sanshou: "......"

Yan Feng: "......"

The master and apprentice glanced at each other, and Fu Sanshu was the first to come back to his senses, and he said softly: "Yes, Fei Shao." ”

Yan Feng's hanging hand trembled more and more, because his mood was as nervous as a roller coaster, for fear that Fei Shao would say something that scared him again.

Even if he was sick, even if his body was extremely weak and weak, Fei Mo still maintained his elegant posture.

A bowl of millet porridge.

Two slices of whole wheat bread with blueberry jam.

Small half bowl of bird's nest.

Less fruit after a meal.

At this point, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

Yan Feng was very eye-catching, and walked the front end of the dinner plate.

Fu San smiled and looked at Fei Mo and said, "It seems that breakfast is very suitable for Fei Shao's appetite." ”

Generally, patients can eat normally because of the effect of the drug, they will not have the appetite to eat, and basically drinking a small half bowl of porridge is already the limit, but he didn't expect Fei Mo to be able to eat so much.

Fei Mo lowered his eyes and couldn't see the emotion, but just lightly opened his thin lips and said, "It's very much to my liking." ”

"Hefei has less appetite, it's good." Fu Sanshu smiled and said, "Fei Shao just had breakfast and it was temporarily inconvenient to lie down, so he sat down and rested for a while, and after half an hour, he was taking medicine." ”

After speaking, he said again: "Fei Shao, I will go back first, and Feng Er will take care of Fei Shao during the day today." ”

After speaking, he walked up to Yan Cover and said to the apprentice Yan Feng: "I'll take the dinner plate with my hand." ”

Yan Feng remembered Yun Yiyi's words, and he said, "Master has worked hard all night, go back early, and I'll take it." ”

Fu Sanshu glared at Yan Feng, but he didn't shirk and said: "Okay, you go over and explain to the dietitian first, and then prepare meals for Fei Shao according to this taste, and I will wait here for you to come back." ”

Yan Feng: "Okay, Master." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the door with his plate.

Fu San took a look of complexity in his eyes, and the next moment, he followed out without a trace.

Walking out of the door of the ward, Yan Feng felt that he was alive, and he breathed heavily.

"Wait a minute." Fuzo retracted.

Yan Feng was so frightened that he almost couldn't breathe, he turned to look at Master Fu San behind him and said, "Master, why didn't you come out of the ward?" ”

After speaking, he didn't forget to complain: "I was almost scared and suffocated." ”

Fu San looked at Yan Feng angrily, "It's best to suffocate you to death, so that you won't make these things that scare me half my life." ”

Yan Feng: "......"

He was puzzled and said, "What did I do to scare you, Master?" How did I not know? ”

Fu Sanshui: "Didn't you beg me to give Fei Shao's current diet to Grandma Da Shao?" ”

Yan Feng suddenly understood, and the master was referring to the question that Fei Mo had asked about looking at breakfast before.

He immediately sneered and said, "Oh, Fei Shao didn't suspect about breakfast, and it was nothing." ”

Fusan frowned, his eyes fell on the millet porridge bowl, he picked up the porridge bowl and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

Yan Feng looked at Master's Fu Sanshou actions, and he was surprised, "Master, what are you doing here?" ”

"Put fenn......el in millet porridge," Fusan sniffed for a while, he was surprised, he stretched out his right index finger and dipped the leftover soup at the bottom of the porridge bowl and put it in his mouth and tasted it.

Yan Feng looked at this scene, his eyes were straight, "Master, what are you doing here?" ”

"In ancient times, Shennong tasted herbs, and now I am tasting the taste of porridge." Fu San took a few smacks of his mouth, and said with a complication in his eyes: "Hundreds of families cook hundreds of meals, each family's eating habits are different, and the taste of the meals made by each family is different. ”

Yan Feng was shocked, he looked at the master dumbfounded and said, "Master, don't scare me, this is just a bowl of very ordinary millet porridge, no matter how hundreds of families cook hundreds of meals, porridge is porridge, all have the same taste." ”

Fu San raised his hand and knocked Yan Feng on the head, "Are you an elm head?" ”

Yan Feng grinned painfully, "Master......"

Fu San glanced at Yan Feng, "I finally found the reason why you have been single for so many years, because you can't even cook except for eating." ”

Yan Feng was sarcastically ridiculed by his master, and he said unhappily: "Knowing how to eat is also a science, is it good." ”

"Come on." Fu Sanshu looked at Yan Feng with a disgusted expression, "Do you think I praise you for being a food expert?" I'm saying you're a rice bucket that only eats, and you don't know the essence of cooking. ”

Yan Feng: "Okay, okay, I don't understand, then Master, tell me what's strange about this porridge?" Because in my opinion, it is just a bowl of porridge that is too ordinary to be ordinary. ”

"Everyone has different practices and habits when cooking, which will change the taste of the meal, just like some people like to eat sweet tofu brain, and some people like to eat salty tofu brain."

"Meals are very particular about the heat, one more point is not good, one less point is not good, and this point of heat can change the taste of a meal."

"And Yun Yiyi's bowl looks like an ordinary millet porridge, but in fact, there are a lot of things in it, you can't see it, and you can only taste the taste of the porridge if you taste it."

Yan Feng asked in surprise: "What did you put in?" ”

Fu Sanshu stretched out his right hand and stretched out his index finger first: "Fennel powder." ”

Yan Feng: "......"

Fennel?

Put this thing in millet porridge?

He heard him right, right?

He looked directly at Master Fu Sanshou and said, "Put fennel powder in the porridge, this is completely dark cuisine." ”