With the new bamboo cage, Ji Ri returned to the hospital non-stop. He wasn't sure what his mother would be able to eat at this point, but he had to try little by little no matter what.

Ji Ri first went to see his mother and asked, "Mother, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

The corners of the mother's mouth tried to hook up a smile and said, "Just make steamed buns, steamed buns are delicious." ”

Ji Ri agreed, turned around and ran to the kitchen, and began to make noodles. After the dough was cooked, Ji Ri minced the remaining pork liver, and in order to cover the taste of the pork liver, Ji Ri rummaged through the kitchen, but only found a few heads of garlic.

"Garlic is garlic, at least my mother can accept the taste of garlic, maybe the liver will be eaten by the way!" Even if there is the slightest possibility, the auspicious day does not want to be missed. He peeled and chopped the garlic, mixed it with the pork liver, and dipped his finger in it to taste it.

"No, the garlic flavor is there, but the taste of pork liver is still strong." The auspicious day chopped it again, and then put it together in one piece. In order to set the shape, the flour is mixed with a little thinner batter, which barely kneades the liver and garlic together.

The dough is fermented for a while, the agent is pulled, and a groove is pressed in the middle after being rolled out, and a red date is placed on each side, then rolled up, and then steamed for a while. At this time, the auspicious day is to boil the oil in the pot, take out the liver from the pot, and then spread the cloth and start steaming.

After steaming for about a quarter of an hour, Ji Ri took out the cooked liver, put the steamed buns in it again, and then steamed the steamed buns. At this time, Ji Ri tasted the steamed liver out of the pot, which was not unpalatable, but there was still a trace of bitterness.

To solve the last trace of taste, you can only fry it in the pan. Ji Ri sliced the steamed liver and put it into the hot oil pot, which was still a trace of red, and instantly turned into a smear of black, Ji Ri immediately took it out, tasted it, and the bitter taste was finally gone.

When the steamed buns were steamed and the food was brought over on an auspicious day, the fragrance of jujube rose faintly, and the smell of liver drifted gently, which finally gave my mother the desire to eat. Ji's mother broke off half of the steamed bun and handed it to her son, and after Jiri took it, the mother tore off a small piece and chewed it.

The mother ate very slowly, and after half an hour, she ate half a steamed bun and a date, and barely ate two pieces of pork liver with old vinegar to relieve her greasyness. But in the eyes of Ji Ri, this is the dawn of hope, as long as you can eat, there is hope for your body to improve.

After Ji's mother couldn't eat it, Ji Ri withdrew the things, and Lang Zhong looked at the white steamed buns and black pork liver that Ji Ri was holding, and was a little surprised.

"You did this? What's the name of this thing? I'll taste it, so as not to harm the Lingtang. ”

Lang Zhong tore off a small piece of steamed bun and threw it into his mouth, the soft taste mixed with the jujube fragrance made him feel very novel, and after eating the pork liver, there was no fishy astringency in the crispy taste on the outside, if it wasn't for the vague liver smell, he wouldn't even be sure that there was liver in it.

"This is what you did? How do you make pork liver like this? ”

Ji Ri scratched his head and said, "It's just minced with garlic, fried first, then steamed and then fried, and then that's it." ”

"Steaming? This white cake was also steamed by you? ”

"Yes, I was going to open a steamed bun shop, but I didn't open it because my mother was injured. In fact, this thing is more delicious when it comes out of the pot, and now it is cold after all. ”

Lang Zhong nodded, it is rare to be able to honor his mother so much, but his mother was injured, that person is really hateful! Thinking of this, Lang Zhong was suddenly stunned, his mother was injured?

"Little brother, is your shop next to Liubiju?"

Ji Xing nodded, and Lang Zhong said: "Good boy, I Lu Qingzhou will serve you, and I will take care of Lingtang, these two things of food and food will be handed over to the medicine boy to do, you have a big hatred in your heart, don't be depressed because of family affairs, you can raise your eyebrows and exhale if you repay this revenge!" ”

When he heard this, he was overjoyed, and he left the hospital after thanking Langzhong on the spot.

Lu Qingzhou sighed: "The gentleman hides his weapon and moves when the time comes." But if it is hidden for a long time, it will not be able to come out of its sheath. ”

There is nothing faster in the world than rumors, especially rumors from high-class families. Although the hated poem was shoveled and the door was covered, the chatter of the major restaurants and teahouses was endless, and everyone was almost speculating about what the owner of the shop would do next.

Ji Ri left the hospital and went straight to the steamed bun shop.

Although Gan Liang didn't find an auspicious day, he sent a house slave next to the shop to keep an eye on him, and whoever entered the shop, even if he was not the owner of the shop, couldn't get out of the matter. Walking through the streets and alleys, there are not so many people at the door of the steamed bun shop now, but when no one enters on an auspicious day, the footsteps of passers-by have invisibly accelerated a lot.

The house slave immediately ran to deliver a letter to Gan Liang, who was drinking tea in the teahouse. As soon as Gan Liang heard that the owner of the shop went back like this, as if nothing had happened, he smashed the teacup in his hand and said, "Call someone for me to go back, if you don't beat him to his knees and call grandpa today, I won't be surnamed Gan!" ”

This sentence did not deliberately hide from others, after Gan Liang left, there were good people in the teahouse who ran to watch the play. After all, people who dare to fold the Gan family's evil and lack of face are not common in the entire Huoze City, regardless of whether they are stunned or not, they are more or less a character.

After returning to the shop, Ji Ri added firewood to the stove, sat on the pot with water, looked at the cage drawer, the hole was not very big, and a few chopsticks could barely hold it for a while. Ji Ri returned to the backyard, quietly stuffed a few wooden planks into his clothes, and then poured another bag of flour from Chen's Mansion into a basin and noodles, and then took out the medicine and pinched it round, covered the cage drawer with a steamed cloth, and stacked steamed buns. When he had done all this work, he picked a fairly complete bench from the ground and sat at the door.

The people watching the play at the door are stupid, this kid was so crazy yesterday, and today it should be nothing? The water vapor coming out of the steamer is getting bigger and bigger, and the steamed buns are about to be steamed, and Gan Liang came to the steamed bun shop with a wooden stick to drink away the crowd blocking the road.

Gan Liang looked at the auspicious day sitting at the door watching the pot, and was also a little unsure, and asked, "Boy, did you write that poem on the ground?" ”

Ji Ri looked Gan Liang up and down, the royal blue silk gown, the eye circles were swollen, and he looked like a rich child, and he was hollowed out by wine. He didn't answer Gan Liang's question, but asked, "Did you hurt my mother?" ”

The whole intersection was silent, a peddler pawn dared to argue with the younger brother of the county order, but this question roasted Gan Liang on the fire, if a careless person sat down to beat someone, there was still a life in that poem.

Gan Liang was annoyed and ashamed, and shouted: "You dare to commit a crime, insult your parents and officials, see that I don't teach you a good lesson today!" ”

After saying that, he beckoned the house slave to pick up the stick and smash it on the auspicious day. At this moment of great urgency, I only heard someone in the crowd shouting: "Slow down, I made a mistake!" ”