"Thank you, big brother, do you know how to make burgers, fries, tarts? There was also a strawberry birthday cake. ”

Xiao Fuyuan's big eyes turned, and his eyes glowed.

Liu Yishou: "......"

What?

What is a burger?

What are fries?

Egg he knows, what is the egg tart? A pagoda shaped by a pile of eggs?

Strawberry he knows, the cake is a chicken cake? Birthday cake meaning cake on birthday?

Wait, where did this little girl know all these weird things?

I even know strawberries.

Strawberries are such delicate fruits, but they are not eaten by people in the poor countryside in this area of Nanguan Mountain? I guess I've never seen it.

The strawberries they supplied to the young master in the spring were all from the shopping place to buy something to eat in Huaicheng.

Liu's hand was messy.

Carelessly, this requires him to seem to be unable to do it.

"Xiao Yuanbao, where did you know about all this food?" Liu Yiyi's forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes skimmed to Ah Zhen, and he asked cautiously.

Xiao Yuanbao took a bite of chicken wings, which were crispy and fragrant, and his eyes were bent into crescents.

"In a dream."

What?

Liu Yishou almost closed himself.

What dreams can you dream of such strange eating?

Liu Yishou seriously doubted the outrageousness of this answer, but the little Yuanbao in front of him looked serious.

Also, a little girl in the countryside, eats nothing more than white noodles and small green vegetables, and the pet at home adds an egg at most, and usually buys a few catties of fruit.

I'm afraid she won't be able to make up these food names.

Xiao Yuanbao's eyes widened and Meng Meng asked Liu Yishou: "Big brother, will you do this?"

Liu Yishou: "......"

This made him answer, saying no, lest he insult the reputation of the grandfather of the kitchen god, and he didn't dare to say no in front of the little young master in front of him.

"Will you do what my little sister said?" Ah Zhen saw Liu's hesitation and was very dissatisfied.

"Young master, no one knows what the food in this dream tastes like, I'm afraid that it won't be appetizing......"

"You just say no, no." Ah Zhen interrupted with a small face.

Liu Yiyi looked at Wu Xiaoying, you can help me talk, you have eaten so many delicacies from me.

Wu Xiaoying looked at the eyes and nose and ate melons quietly.

After receiving Liu's gaze for help, he decided to stand on the side of Young Master Ah Zhen, and said with a straight face: "Young Master has said everything, you just do it."

Liu gritted his teeth helplessly and said, "Back to the young master, I will do it."

Ah Zhen's face turned slightly pale.

"Yay!" Xiao Yuanbao clapped his hands happily, "Thank you, big brother, little brother is the god of cooking."

Liu Yishou, who was still depressed just now, was overjoyed by Xiao Yuanbao's shout of a kitchen god.

It is said that bosom friends are hard to find, what is a high achievement as a chef. Isn't it just to get the affirmation of diners.

Since Yuanbao is so popular, he decides to go back and rummage through the kitchen mystery books given by his grandfather, and make hamburgers, egg tarts, fries, and birthday cakes.

Bai Zhaomei and Dalang Saburo's uncle and nephew probed at the door and were attracted by the fragrance.

"Little brother, can you give fried chicken to my fourth brother and them?" Xiao Yuanbao asked Ah Zhen.

"The fried chicken is all yours, you can give it to whomever you want." Ah Zhen nodded.

Xiao Fuyuan waved at Bai Zhaomei's uncle and nephew, and the servants couldn't wait to grab the fried chicken and nibble on it.

"It's so delicious, sister, this is the best fried chicken I've ever tasted." Bai Zhaomei said.

"The roast chicken that is drunk and fresh can not be compared, this chicken bone is crispy, wide and fried, and the chicken breast is not flavorful." Da Lang answered.

Oops, Xiao Yuanbao's eldest nephew is insightful, his comments are accurate and in place, and he knows how to make wide oil

Liu's chest swelled with emotion.

Good guy, the food is more fragrant than Wu Xiaoying. He dreamed that one day the diners would gobble up his food, and the people in the young master's courtyard were too restrained in eating, and the people from the old Bai family were too rare, and they didn't twist at all in the face of food.

Xiao Fuyuan divided some of the fried chicken and left it for other family members to eat.

Good things should be shared by the whole family.

"Bai Lao Wu, where is your master?" Wu Xiaoying saw that Xie Xiaolian was gone, and asked Bai Zhaomei.

"The master went to the mountains to cut wood, and said that he would rebuild the house opposite." Bai Zhaomei said, and added, "I want to carry the wood, but the master won't let me, he said that his feet are good, let me practice at home and come back to check." ”

deliberately explained, for fear that everyone would say that his apprentice was unqualified.

The fried chicken of the children in the house is fragrant, and the doctor Zhang Yangjing in the courtyard outside the house is also busy, breaking Erlang's legs, kneading left and right.

Xie Chuntao visited the neighbor's house to learn the news and hurried home.

Zhen and Bai Muban grabbed medicine for Erlang at Wu Langzhong's house, and rushed home when they heard the news.

Wu Langzhong followed behind with a medicine box on his back.

He wants to see what kind of miracle doctor came from the old Bai family.

Don't be a charlatan.

"Doctor Zhang, this kid in my family walks early, he can walk in eight months, and he suddenly became paralyzed at the age of three, and taking medicine and acupuncture has not worked for many years. These days, a man in our village has given him some medicine, but it works, and he was only paralyzed in bed before, but now he can sit. ”

Old Lady Bai described Erlang's condition to Zhang Yangjing, and hid Xiao Fuyuan's red pill for Erlang.

You can't say that.

In case it spreads, the old Bai family doesn't want to stop.

Zhang Yang nodded his head, indicating that he understood.

"How does it feel?" Zhang Yangjing asked after pinching Erlang's legs.

"It hurts."

Erlang had just finished eating Xiao Fuyuan's red pills, only to feel a dull pain in his thighs spreading to his buttocks, mixed with numbness.

Erlang is a smart child in ice and snow, and he knows that it was the red pill given by his little aunt that works, and he can't say that he is dead.

Zhang Yangjing pondered for a while, and said in his heart, he didn't expect that there would be such medical skills in the countryside.

Based on the original traces, it is inferred that the nerves linking Dalang's thighs and buttocks tend to be necrotic and are not easy to recover.

The revert to this is already unexpected.

"Doctor Zhang, can my son's leg be good?" Xie Chuntao's face was full of hope.

This doctor is in the wind with a fairy wind and a bone jade tree, and his traditional Chinese medicine skills are stronger than Wu Lang's.

"I don't dare to judge." Zhang Yangjing said.

"Can you show me the medicine that Lang Zhong prescribed that the old lady mentioned?"

Xie Chuntao was busy taking the medicine prepared by Wu Langzhong to Zhang Yangjing.

Ephedra, cinnamon, almonds, licorice......

There is nothing special about the medicine that clears blood and dispels blood stasis.

Zhang Yangjing opened the medicine box and asked for an acupuncture.

"Wait!"

Wu Langzhong came in with a medical kit on his back, looked at Zhang Yangjing and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency?"

Hmph, he looks like a human, and liars are used to disguise it like this.

"The contemptible surname is Zhang." Zhang Yangjing replied gently.

"There is no doctor surnamed Zhang in Nanguanshan, and I only know Zhang Yangjing's surname Zhang in the whole world." Wu Langzhong's tone was not good.

What does the old Bai family mean, the medicine he prescribed to Erlang is quite effective, why did he change the doctor halfway, it hurts too much.

"I'm Zhang Yangjing." Zhang Yangjing said lightly.

Old Lady Bai, Xie Chuntao, and Bai Muban reacted indifferently, they didn't know the thunderous doctor.

Zhen raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Zhang Yangjing, and his heart moved slightly.

When he was a child, Zhang Yangjing was still a little doctor in Tai Hospital, carrying a medicine box and following his grandfather to Zhen's Mansion to check her grandmother's pulse.

She was sitting in the garden with uncomfortable food and only humming, and Zhang Yangjing handed her a few hawthorn pills.

Zhang ...... Zhang Yangjing, but that medical saint? ”

Wu Langzhong stumbled, God, he actually saw an idol.

Zhang Yangjing smiled: "What kind of doctor, the same life-saving and wounded."

"But how did you get here? You're not in the hospital too? Wu Langzhong regained his senses in an instant, so he wouldn't use Zhang Yangjing's name to deceive.

(End of chapter)