"Is this Qi?"

A white Qi appeared around Li Cang, and he took out the cheats from his backpack, allowing him to directly reach the entrance to Li Jiaquan, plus the nourishing ingredients brought by Yuan'er on weekdays, which was stimulated at this moment, and Qi was born in an instant.

He turned his head to look at Yuan'er on the cat's climbing frame, and Yuan'er also had Qi around him, which was pale blue, but the amount was not as good as Li Cang as an adult.

"Little kitten, you can't escape!"

Serpentine fist.

The Li family boxing that he had just learned was used by Li Cang like this, his hands were like snakes, and he suddenly became difficult, and suddenly grabbed the back of Yuan'er's fate.

"You little kitten, what else can you do?"

"Can you escape from the palm of my hand? You can't! ”

Li Cang hugged Yuan'er to the sofa, and then there was a meal of sucking cats, the scene was very perverted, please call the cat rescue center.

The next day, he got up at six o'clock, washed up, opened the door of the shop on the first floor, pushed out the rice machine, took out the rice that had been soaked last night, took out the stone mill, and began grinding.

The basic rice flour is rice milk, which must be freshly ground, and there will be a peculiar smell overnight, so it will not be fresh, Li Cang has been like this every day for the past two months, and it has become a habit.

Even with Qi, life still has to go on, but with the help of Qi, the grinding time is shortened a lot, and two barrels are made in no time, which is almost the amount of a morning.

"Xiao Li, early god, a pork sausage."

"Cangzai, early, I want an egg sausage."

At almost half past seven, many neighbors got up and went out to buy breakfast, and Li Cang's shop had many elderly people's homes, all of which were old customers left by their parents.

The second most is the employees of Nadutong, who are close to their workplaces, and will come to buy one and take it back to eat.

After three hours of busyness, the time came to half past ten, at this point in time, there were fewer people to buy breakfast, he pushed the rice machine back, and the next thing was to prepare the ingredients for claypot rice.

Cut sausages, chop pork, corned beef, wash vegetables, the basic ingredients for claypot rice are ready, and the clay pot is also taken out and put away, waiting for the guests to come to the door.

"Meow!"

Ready, Li Cang wanted to be busy and touch the fish, Yuan'er came down from above and meowed, which meant that he wanted to prepare a bento.

"I'm going to go again..."

Li Cang was a little reluctant, so he grabbed Yuan'er, took two puffs hard, and returned to the kitchen.

After two months of testing, he knew that Yuan'er could eat normal people's food, so he could make his own lunch together.

Let's make a ginseng chicken soup, I punched for a night last night to make up for my body, Li Cang opened the system store and bought two ginseng sticks from it, which were unlocked by Yuan'er Travel.

The ginseng bought in the store is ten years of ginseng, and the effect is very good, that is, it is easy to get nosebleeds if you drink too much.

"Cangzai, I want a seafood pot and ginseng chicken soup!"

Li Cang, who was in the kitchen, heard a familiar voice, wiped his hands, and walked out, sure enough, it was an acquaintance, Liao Zhong, a friend of his father, who would occasionally come over.

"Uncle Liao, make up for it, have an appointment tonight?"

Facing Liao Zhong with scars on his face, Li Cang was not afraid at all, and said with a smile, you must know that his seafood pot is abalone, prawns, bamboo shoots, plus ginseng chicken soup, which is too much to supplement serious patients.

"Less poor mouth! I'll come and get it later! ”

Liao Zhong glared at him, and left in a hurry, running over to the company, Li Cang shrugged his shoulders, turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Just three of them did it together, and Li Cang took the fresh chicken from the refrigerator, although it was very unworthy of ten years of ginseng, but it could only be like this.

"Next time, catch some beautiful chickens and come back."

Li Cang said to Yuan'er, then set up three clay pots, and began the tradition of the Cantonese people to make soup.

After waiting for a long time, he walked out, and a guest happened to come, ordered the sausage pot, and officially started the operation first.

It was almost two o'clock, the guests were almost gone, and the ginseng chicken soup in the kitchen was almost ready, and he went back to the kitchen to finish it.

"Meow!"

When Li Cang was about to lift the lid of the pot, Yuan'er stopped him, and he turned his head to see that Yuan'er was pushing an empty pot with Qi.

"What do you mean?"

"Meow meow!"

"Is this asking me to put Qi into the pot?"

Li Cang understood what Yuan'er meant, he scratched his head, and decided to do so, the white Qi appeared on his fingertips, slowly stretched out his hand, and after getting a little closer, Qi followed the ventilation hole on the clay pot and drilled into the soup.

In an instant, a strong fragrance wafted out of the crockpot, which lifted people's spirits, and Liao Zhong, who had just come to the store and was about to pick up the meal, also smelled this fragrance.

"What a sweet fragrance!"

Liao Zhong directly burst into a foul mouth, took a few sharp breaths, and wanted to go into the kitchen to have a look, but after thinking about it, he still sat down obediently, mainly because he had been scolded by Li Cang's father before, so he didn't dare to go in.

In the kitchen, Li Cang took out the clay pot used for claypot rice, poured three pots respectively, stuffed one into the system, bought a ticket for South China, and Yuan'er immediately took it out for a trip.

As for the remaining two, he glanced out from the kitchen door and found that Uncle Liao was coming, so he picked up one of the clay pots and walked out.

"Ahahahaha, here comes the chicken soup!"

The deceased Li Cang handed the chicken soup to Liao Zhong, but this stalk was not popular yet, Liao Zhong just couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and quickly taste it.

"Eh, it's so fragrant, beep beep!"

The beeps in the back were all Liao Zhong's foul mouth, and Li Cang didn't care too much, this uncle ate delicious with this attitude, but it was a recognition of him.

"The craftsmanship has improved, Cangzai!"

Liao Zhong gave a thumbs up, while Li Cang smiled, controlling the gas stove, ready to make the seafood pot he ordered earlier.

He made two servings, put all the ingredients in, walked back to the kitchen, took out his share of ginseng chicken soup, and sat at a table with Liao Zhong.

An old man and a young man were leisurely drinking soup, Li Cang was paying attention to the heat of the claypot rice, while Liao Zhong was holding his mobile phone, his fingers swiping up and down, not knowing what he was brushing.

"Cangzai."

"Huh?"

"Do you know what to give a girl?"

Li Cang raised his eyebrows, combined with the dish Liao Zhong ordered today, he didn't expect him to be in full bloom, so he has to be a good counselor, and it will be difficult to find if he misses it, after all, this is the appearance.

"Jewelry? Pocket? Cosmetics? ”

Those who can take a fancy to Uncle Liao are all older than him, and Li Cang gave examples of a few common gifts, the most stable, and there will be no mistakes, so as not to affect tonight's base.

"That kind is too mature, and she doesn't fit it."

Liao Zhong seemed to think of the girl, the corners of his mouth curled, and Li Cang frowned, leaned back slightly, and asked the doubts in his heart.

"How old is that girl?"

"It should be 15 years old."

"Hey, the demon spirit?"

"Wait, it's not what you think!"