The middle-aged man brought the pastries back to the kitchen, and passed Huo Yao's comments to Yi Lao who was busy in front of the stove. Immediately, Yi Lao raised his head and looked at him with a serious expression, "Not everyone in the know eats it." If there is a problem in the pastry, you should reflect on yourself, and don't be ashamed next time."
After speaking, he withdrew his gaze and continued to work on the ingredients in his hands.
The middle-aged man wiped his sweat silently, "I see."
He only wanted to say that the little girl should be a knowledgeable person, but unexpectedly she was reprimanded.
Here in the private room.
Huo Yao has already taken out a test paper from his bag and started to do it. This is the homework assigned by the math teacher in the afternoon.
Min Yu, who was next to her, watched and didn't bother her, just sat there quietly drinking tea.
Zhuo Yun, on the other hand, was standing behind Huo Yao, and his eyes drifted to her paper from time to time. He basically couldn't understand any of the questions, but it took almost no time and mental effort to complete one of the questions when she saw her scribbling. Together, this speed...
He remembered that when he was in high school, he seemed to be so quick when filling in the answers blindly, right
Zhuo Yun stroked his chin, thinking that no matter which student era he was in, this kind of coping attitude is exactly the same.
However, Miss Huo's handwriting is quite beautiful.
Fill in the answers casually and still keep writing the handwriting so neatly, the mind is very stable.
Huo Yao finished writing the equation for the last question, and just put down the pen in his hand, the curtain of the private room was lifted.
The middle-aged man who was received earlier walked in with a tray, and as he walked in, a faint scent of medicine permeated the private room.
When Huo Yao smelled it, there seemed to be a look of surprise in his eyes, it must have been boiled together with the soft-shelled turtle with rare and warm medicinal herbs.
The middle-aged man put the herbal soup filled with white jade enamel on the table, and put two white jade porcelain bowls in front of Huo Yao and Min Yu respectively.
"This is the medicated diet developed by Yi Laoxin. It's called Snow Lotus and Golden Turtle Soup. It can invigorate the spleen and appetizer, and regulate qi deficiency."
Min Yu got up, took the bowl in front of Huo Yao, filled a bowl of soup for her, "Taste it."
Zhuo Yun next to him saw his master offering soup to others. This scene was so beautiful that if other people saw it, their jaws might drop to the ground.
Huo Yao didn't pay attention to Zhuo Yun's expression, nor was he polite to Min Yu. He took the spoon, took a sip, and his eyes lit up, "This soup is not bad. It can be seen that the master who cooked this meal is experienced."
Min Yu raised his eyebrows, then poured a bowl for himself, and said, "It's usually hard to eat the medicinal food cooked by Mr. Yi himself. Today we are lucky."
Huo Yao finished the soup in the bowl, seemed to recollect it for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "If you add the most common Yiren, this soup will be more perfect."
Min Yu, who didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, couldn't understand what Huo Yao said, but the middle-aged man next to him knew a little bit of medicine, and when he heard this, he frowned subconsciously.
When the little girl commented on the Yulu Cake just now, he only felt that the other party probably understood a little bit, after all the cakes were not made by Yi Lao.
But this snow lotus and golden tortoise soup was made by Mr. Yi after several months of research. This medicinal diet is absolutely perfect, but this little girl still thinks it has flaws
(end of this chapter)