"Sangui, Lord Song still hasn't eaten?"

"Brother Sun, Lord Song only ate a little bit."

"It can't go on like this, although Lord Song's illness is cured, his body is still too weak, even if he takes the treasure boat, he will definitely fall ill again!"

"What then?"

"Brother Yang, why don't we go to Imperial Doctor Li and ask him for help?"

"Imperial Doctor Li has already taken people to the inland, saying that he wants to find special medicinal materials that are only available in Liugui Prefecture."

Yang Changbai, Sun Xin and Wu Sangui looked at each other, completely out of idea.

This is the tenth day they have stayed in the Ghost City, and Song Yingxing has finally subsided his fever, but he doesn't know what's going on, he has no appetite at all, and he can't eat anything.

If it's just like this, it's no problem, just stay in the ghost city and recuperate for a month. But they were delayed on the road for too long, and after Song Yingxing heard that he didn't need to take the Zheng He-class to take the Nanyang-class treasure ship instead, he was clamoring to leave for Dongshan Prefecture, not wanting to continue to delay his post.

But everyone has no confidence in Song Yingxing's body, and they are worried that he will be seasick again.

From Liugui Prefecture to Dongshan Prefecture, this road is just a few small stops, at most providing some fresh water and the like. If Song Yingxing fell ill again, without Imperial Physician Li and the materials of the Ghost City, he would not be able to cure him at all.

"Actually, Lord Song's health has improved, but his biggest problem is weakness."

Yang Changbai summed up half-muttering and half-discussing: "Didn't Imperial Doctor Li say that there is nothing wrong with Lord Song's body itself, it's just a scabic. The Zheng He class was too bumpy, and it was easy to cause ship disease, so he asked to change to a slow but stable treasure ship. ”

"So, we have to find a way to get Lord Song to start eating, his body is too weak, we must quickly make up for it!"

Wu Sangui thought so, but Song Yingxing just couldn't eat it.

"Lord Song, you have to eat more, Imperial Doctor Li said, your illness has been cured, and the problem now is that you are too weak, in this case, even if you take a treasure ship, you will fall ill again."

Song Yingxing knew that Wu Sangui was right, so he could only endure the nausea and eat the porridge that Wu Sangui fed to his mouth. But he felt that this porridge was more difficult to swallow than the medicinal soup, and he would still regurgitate after swallowing it very reluctantly.

"Sangui, put the porridge down, I'm going to vomit if I eat it again."

Wu Sangui walked out of Song Yingxing's room with a fish porridge that barely moved, and looked at Yang Changbai, Sun Xin and the manager of the Maritime Safety Bureau outside the door.

"Lord Song said that this porridge was bitter and astringent, and he also said that he wanted to vomit after drinking it."

Yang Changbai and Sun Xin immediately turned their heads to look at the manager of the Maritime Safety Bureau.

"No, this porridge is made by the best chef in the city, and it will definitely not be bitter and astringent!"

He took the porridge from Wu Sangui's hand and drank it in a big gulp: "It's delicious, it's really delicious!" ”

"Well, my lord, we believe in you. I think Master Song should have anorexia. ”

Yang Changbai's words did not make the manager of the Maritime Safety Bureau much easier, Song Yingxing has been staying here, and he, the emperor of the soil, is also uncomfortable.

"Sangui, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find someone!"

Wu Sangui has been going there several times since he ate Liu Yifeng's bowl of sauerkraut stewed that day, and he didn't speak every time, he walked straight to the pot where Liu Yifeng was, took out a wooden bowl and fished a bowl and left.

He was dressed in the brocade robe of the Maritime Bureau, and no one in the entire camp dared to stop him, so he could only watch him take the most meat every time.

In the past few days, Liu Yifeng's cooking is basically a big pot stew, after all, the food of nearly 300 people is impossible to make fine. However, because the spices are enough, it is still delicious for people at the bottom of the sea and people, such as the crew and the people.

"Liu Yifeng!"

"Lord Xiao Wu is here."

"Come with me!"

When Liu Yifeng came to Wu Sangui for the second time, he decisively stepped forward to talk. He defined Wu Sangui as the second generation of officials of the Maritime Safety Bureau of Liugui City, this kind of person can't afford to offend him, anyway, he just eats what he makes, and the materials are also provided by the Maritime Safety Bureau, Liu Yifeng told the crew and the people to serve Wu Sangui well.

But today, Wu Sangui directly pulled him out of the camp and rode on a horse to the Maritime Safety Bureau under the escort of several officials from the Maritime Safety Bureau.

Liu Yifeng had never ridden a horse in his life, and although he was sitting behind a certain officer of the Maritime Safety Bureau, when he got off the horse, he doubted whether an important part of his crotch was still intact.

Wu Sangui didn't care whether Liu Yifeng had the conditions to enter the palace as a eunuch, and rushed to Yang Changbai and the others with him.

"Don't mess around, a folk chef can make anything."

"Brother Yang, believe me, the dishes made by this folk man are really delicious." Wu Sangui didn't care that the manager of the Maritime Safety Bureau was by his side, and said directly: "The food of their Maritime Safety Bureau is unpalatable, and I have to go to the Minfu camp several times to eat enough." ”

The eyelids of the steward of the Maritime Safety Bureau jumped, but he knew Wu Sangui's relationship in the capital very well, and persuaded himself in his heart not to remember the villain.

He glanced at Liu Yifeng, a folk man, remembered his matter, and asked with some suspicion: "Do you really know how to cook?" ”

"My lord, I'll only do it a little."

"It's just going to do something little by little, don't mess around. Come on, send him back! ”

"Brother Sun, he really knows how to cook, I saw him throw the vegetables in the iron pot into the air and catch it, the fire burned from the pot to the pot, it burned so high!"

Liu Yifeng looked at his nose and nose, and secretly sighed that he was probably seen by this kid last time when his hands were itchy and the spoon was upright. However, he really doesn't know what the current situation is, and when the situation is unclear, he has to say less and see more, Liu Yifeng is not prepared to make any explanation.

Even if Yang Changbai and Sun Xin had eaten the chef's fried dishes in the capital, they had never been to the kitchen to see the chefs cooking, after all, the gentleman was far away from cooking. But the manager of the Maritime Safety Bureau is different, he is from a low-level background, and he has heard of situations such as spoon reversal.

"You really know how to cook?"

"If you talk about things, it's only a little bit."

But what he said in his heart was: The materials and kitchenware are enough, and I will let you see what it means to be a food blogger!

Maybe Yang Changbai noticed the pride in Liu Yifeng's heart that belonged to the 50W fans and food bloggers on the whole network, and he said: "Let him try it." ”

After asking what he was going to do, Liu Yifeng walked to the kitchen, then walked out and said, "I want corn, clay pots, rock sugar, and the best lard or butter." ”

At this time, even Sun Xin and the steward could see Liu Yifeng's pride, and everyone was skeptical, so Wu Sangui directly took someone to prepare the materials that Liu Yifeng wanted.

Song Yingxing's most suitable food now is not meat porridge, because of his weak spleen and stomach caused by serious illness, he is unable to digest animal protein at all. Even the healthiest and most tender fish is a burden rather than a supplement for Song Yingxing.

What he needs is the finest starch, rice soup or porridge boiled to the thickest of times.

Then what you need is dietary fiber, and grains are the best.

followed by a lot of energy, Liu Yifeng chose simple and crude sugar.

Finally, fat, considering that the common edible fat in the Ming Dynasty was animal fat, Liu Yifeng chose pork or butter that Song Yingxing's body was used to.

An hour later, a bowl of sweet millet porridge boiled to a viscous stickiness, with a thin layer of grease floating on the cicada's wings, was sent to Song Yingxing.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Sangui rushed out dancing: "Eat!" Eaten! The teacher said it was delicious! I'm going to eat another bowl! ”