The key point of boiling porridge is actually the heat.

As long as you master the heat, you can make delicious porridge.

For Qin Mu, this could not be simpler.

For the control of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, he has reached the point of doing whatever he wants.

"That's it!"

Qin Mu's eyes lit up and he lifted the lid of the pot.

Suddenly, a rich fragrance permeated from the casserole.

Inside the pot, the white porridge noodles are constantly tumbling and bubbling.

The golden egg wash and meat pieces are dotted among them, which is very beautiful.

Add some green onions, ginger and garlic to taste, and this porridge is finished.

...

The little one was lying on the bed, full of anticipation for his father's supper.

At this moment, a strong fragrance came in through the crack in the door.

The little guy sniffed vigorously with his delicate little nose, and some greedily stretched out his little tongue and licked his mouth.

Her gluttony was hooked in an instant.

What is this, it smells so good.

After a while, the little guy couldn't help it.

She jumped out of bed, stepped on her little slippers, sneaked open the door, and cautiously climbed down the stairs.

When I climbed to the first floor, I found that my father was already waiting for her at the top of the stairs with a smile.

"Ahh

The little guy's face turned red in an instant, like a little mouse caught stealing oil.

Immediately sat on the stairs and refused to go down.

Qin Mu picked her up dotingly, and scraped his fingers on the little guy's face:

"I said I wasn't allowed to move, why did I sneak down again?"

"It's so fragrant......"

The little guy muttered embarrassedly.

"What did you make delicious?"

The little one's eyes lit up, and his mind was focused on eating.

I don't know who I learned from this look, and I live like a little gluttonous cat.

Qin Mu put her beside Old Man Yang.

"You play with Grandpa first, and Dad will serve you porridge. ”

Old man Yang also laughed heartily when he saw Sisi being so lively and cute.

The old and the young chatted very happily.

At this time, Qin Mu came over with two bowls of steaming porridge.

"Old man, you can eat some too, this porridge will help your condition. ”

"It smells so good. ”

Just smelling this fragrance, Old Man Yang moved his index finger a little.

But thinking about what he just said he couldn't eat, he couldn't help but blush.

But as soon as I heard that it would help my condition, I couldn't care so much.

"Good porridge!"

Just after tasting the first bite, Old Man Yang couldn't help but blurt it out.

This egg drop porridge melts in your mouth.

Especially this piece of meat, I don't know what kind of meat it is, it is full of elasticity and very chewy.

After swallowing, a sweet sensation slowly rises from the throat.

A strange fragrance condenses in the mouth.

That is the sugar of millet, and the heat of this bowl of porridge has reached its peak, so that the taste of the ingredients can be fully brought into play.

After this mouthful.

Old Man Yang even felt a little refreshed, and the whole person became a little light.

It's just full of comfort.

He thought that he had eaten countless delicacies from the mountains and seas, but compared to this bowl of porridge at the moment.

That's all pig food.

"How is this porridge made, it's so magical, I... I even feel a lot more comfortable. ”

Old Man Yang asked with a shocked face.

Qin Mu smiled slightly and did not answer.

If the old man knew about the recipe of this porridge, he was afraid that he would faint in fright.

Whether it is real dragon meat or fairy eggs, they are extremely cherished ingredients.

Even if the divinity inside is removed, it is a great tonic full of the essence of life.

This bite directly replenished most of Old Man Yang's lost vitality.

That's easy.

Tomorrow, as long as you take another hand to break the Yin Soul Curse, this disease will be cured.

"I want it too, I want it too!"

The little guy smelled the fragrance, and he was already salivating, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Qin Mu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently, and waited for it to cool down before sending it to the little guy's mouth.

"Whew!"

The little guy swallowed it in one gulp, because it was swallowed too quickly, and some of it overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Qin Mu hurriedly wiped her clean with a paper towel so as not to get on her clothes.

After swallowing this porridge, the little one's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's so delicious!

Looking at Qin Mu's eyes, they were also full of admiration.

Baba is really omnipotent, even cooking is so delicious!

Three times five divided by two, a bowl of porridge was wiped out by half.

"Ahh

The little guy was lying on the couch and touching his round belly and refused to move.

Eat and hold on.

"Sisi likes it, Dad will make it for you next time. ”

Looking at her daughter's happy face, Qin Mu couldn't help but feel a little happy.

At this time, Old Man Yang put down the bowl, and the bowl was also empty, and the bottom of the bowl was cleaner than the mirror.

One old and one young looked at each other, and then laughed knowingly.

...

At this time, there was another person in the villa lying on the bed and tossing and turning.

That's Yang Anrong.

She lay on the bed tossing and turning, her hair disheveled, and she couldn't sleep.

Two long legs kicked wildly on the bed, venting their dissatisfaction.

Finally, she sat up viciously, with a look of resentment.

"Ahh

"If I catch him, I'm going to crush him to ashes!"

Even so, the scent was pervasive into her nose.

This feeling is really unbearable.

Yang Anrong touched her hungry stomach and said to herself:

"I'll go down and see who it is, and I'm not going to eat. ”

seemed to have succeeded in convincing herself, and Yang Anrong also secretly went downstairs.

Then she saw Qin Mu's busy figure and couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

It turned out to be the one... Dead liars?

Immediately, she saw Qin Mu gently feeding the little guy porridge, and she couldn't help but feel a little more shaken in her heart.

This guy... Is it really a liar?

She shook her head and shook the thoughts away.

After a while, it was dark in the living room, and Qin Mu had already gone back to sleep with Sisi in his arms.

Old Man Yang also went back to the room.

Yang Anrong crept to the kitchen and found that only one casserole was left on the stove.

There was about half a bowl of porridge left in it.

Yang Anrong looked at these porridges, swallowed her saliva, and desperately admonished herself.

"This porridge was made by that liar, it must not be delicious!"

Yang Anrong wanted to turn around and leave, but was restrained by a mysterious force.

An idea came to mind.

"Why don't I take a bite?"

"Yes, I'll just take a bite!

Yang Anrong successfully convinced herself.

She picked up the spoon and gently scooped it from the casserole to her lips.

This mouthful of hot porridge with residual warmth immediately warmed her whole stomach.

Yang Anrong's eyes lit up, and she was instantly conquered by this taste.

"Why don't I take another bite?"

In the end, the casserole couldn't be cleaner, and there wasn't even a grain of rice left.

Yang Anrong also hiccuped unsatisfactorily.

It smells so good!

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