Later, Xiao Yourong had a stomachache because she ate too much ice cream, so Lin Chou took her back to Yanhui Mountain in advance.

"Look at you, it's not like you haven't eaten that thing, as for it..."

"Sit down, take this and cover your stomach, and I'll make a bowl of hot soup for you to drink."

Su Yourong pouted.

There was a small, small surprise hidden in the eyes, oh, and tears of pain.

"Wet Tiger Wet Tiger, what kind of soup will I drink..."

"You little thing!"

If Sikong was here, what he was waiting for would definitely be an old bowl of Sanhe soup floating with a thick layer of mountain pepper oil.

However, the goose is such a cute little thing as Yourong, it is definitely not suitable for the kind of liquid bomb that is so irritable that if you drink it, it will immediately explode on the spot and spray samadhi real fire.

"Let me see what else is in the kitchen, well, this pork ribs corn kelp soup should be the day before yesterday, forget it, this chicken soup looks a little oily, and the pig blood soup is fresh..."

Lin Chou found a casserole and poured the pig blood soup from the large stew pot into the casserole, removed the pig blood from the evil and left the clear soup, and reheated it slowly over low heat.

As far as Lin Chou is concerned, in fact, this soup is more and more flavorful and tastes better.

Just like in the early years, when those messy chemicals did not appear in the seasoning, some chefs did not sprinkle a handful of chicken essence into it in order to stew a pot of chicken soup fresh and rich, but to stew a chicken soup in advance, and then use this soup to stew another chicken.

Believe it or not, this soup tastes the same as soup made with two chickens in a pot at the same time.

Fresh pork blood tofu is cut into trembling pieces with a knife and added to the boiling base, and the blood tofu slowly fades away from the eye-catching bright red and turns into an unpretentious gray color.

Su Yourong held his stomach and looked at the soup in the pot by the stove, feeling that time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment, but it was very beautiful.

"Master, master, you always have the smell of good food on your body, my previous home, my relatives only have perfume and the smell of ammonia from Yuanjing, and the soup every night is cooked by the chef at home, and the servants take it to their respective bedrooms for us to drink."

Lin Chou gently stirred the soup with a spoon and said with a smile,

"Master can't imagine what that kind of life is like, I just remember one of the most common words my father said when I was a child: Fortunately, Mingguang has no winter, because we can't afford to buy other clothes."

"What's wrong with being poor," Su Yourong said, "I often go to the alleys of Xiacheng to play, and I'd rather stay in a small narrow courtyard with my parents and elders, and all I have to worry about every day is how to get the next meal of food to fill my stomach." ”

Lin Chou cocked his thumb,

"The positioning is very accurate, even I have to admit that happiness at that time is indeed the most genuine happiness, you can be especially pure to be happy for a full meal, or to argue about whether a plate of pickles is saltier than salt."

"Master, what's the best thing you've ever eaten?"

"The best?" Lin Chou scratched his head in embarrassment, "I can only say that I am most impressed, once my father fried mixed vegetables with the last piece of bacon in the family, in fact, it is a mixture of many kinds of wild vegetables, some are spicy, some are sweet and crispy, and some are sweet, but it is not strange to eat at all, it is delicious, in short, I was like you that day, I ate until I was strong, and then my stomach hurt for a long time." ”

"Oh... I also want to eat bacon and stir-fried vegetables..."

"Not today, wait until your stomach is better," Lin Chou rubbed his head, "Actually, it's not unreasonable for many people to like bacon, you know, fry the bacon out of salty grease and then fry fresh wild vegetables, bacon fat and fragrant mixed with the freshness of wild vegetables, fragrant, salty, fresh, especially simple and pure feeling, the three flavors are clear and integrated, that..."

"But you just said I can't eat it!" Su Yourong said faintly, "Master, I suspect that you are deliberately coveting me." ”

Lin Chou snorted, and turned down the flame on the stove a little less,

"I'll go to the back and find wild vegetables for you~"

Su Yourong looked surprised-

"Huh?"

"Really, master!"

"Master is awesome! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore! ”

Lin Chou thought about it,

"The old man in my family is your ancestor, if he knew that your master and I were too lazy to make the yard barren, he wouldn't praise me for being awesome - the old man would probably remove my femoral head directly and pull off the garaha."

Su Yourong watched Lin Chou pick vegetables at the back door of the kitchen, and smiled when he heard the words,

"But master, your yard is obviously beautifully decorated! There are many trees and flowers in the back mountain, all of which I have never seen before. ”

Although Xiao Yourong's words are not against his will, he is obviously picking up a good sound,

"Wait, master, what kind of dish are you holding in your hand, I seem to know... Wow woo woo woo master you big liar, how can you fool a little kid woo woo woo... It's not a wild vegetable... This is motherwort ... Spicy, bitter and astringent... Don't eat it..."

"Huh?" Boss Lin looked surprised, "Actually recognized?" ”

Su Yourong's expression gave people the feeling of being betrayed by a negative man,

"Master, you actually want to trick me into eating motherwort, do you think I don't know that thing?"

"The motherwort grown in the soil near Mingguang is not so astringent and bitter, but has a sweet and spicy taste," Lin Chou said, "and it is very effective for stomach pain." ”

Su Yourong snapped his fingers,

"1.2.3...Master, I'm 13 years old, I'm not a child anymore, and the shredded potatoes that have been cut more than a year can be wrapped around Mingguang several times in a line."

"Hey, hey, I advise you to have something to say, I've never seen you like an apprentice, you've been cutting potatoes for more than half a year - and you're going to be disgusted by people, 'Why do you only teach apprentices to fry french fries'? Ha, fries! ”

Su Yourong's delicate little face turned red in an instant,

"Na... What... Why..."

Scold! But if there is a loss of progress in your knife skills, won't our master and apprentice be able to fry shredded potatoes??

The composition of the pork blood soup itself is relatively simple, with pig blood onions and chili peppers.

The clear soup reflects a little bit of pig's blood, which is not a pretty color, but when you add the tender motherwort, it immediately becomes different, revealing a fresh and natural vitality.

"Look, how beautiful this soup looks~"

"Good, good boy, come to Ha, Ha Ba~"

Su Yourong avoided it like a tiger, as if he had seen something terrifying,

"No, no, no, don't, master, don't lie to me, I won't be fooled."

"Will the master lie to you? I'm your master, you know? The eldest brother is like a father... Not for the master of the teacher... It's not right either... A teacher for one day and a father for life... That's right..."

"You've read so many books, you should understand the meaning of this sentence, you have to listen to me..."

"I understand," Su Yourong clicked a 90-degree bow, "Dad!" Father! Please let it go! ”

Lin Chou: "??? ”