When Li Qingzhi arrived at Zhu's house today, he was later than usual.
He was really hungry, so he went straight to the kitchen.
After entering, he saw the cook busy at work, and Li Qingzhi asked, "Uncle Zhou, is your child still having diarrhea?"
The Zhu family's cook's surname was Zhou. He was worried about his child's diarrhea in the past two days. When Li Qingzhi found out, he asked him to feed the child some salt and sugar water.
"He's ready!" Chef Zhou smiled. Seeing Li Qingzhi take his portion of food, he handed Li Qingzhi a plate of scrambled eggs and a plate of fried peanuts. "Thank you, Uncle Zhou." Li Qingzhi thanked him sincerely.
"Why thank me? This is what the young master ordered to give to you, Mr. Li. But why can't you gain weight, Mr. Li?" Chef Zhou sighed.
Li Qingzhi joked: "I have to write a lot every day, which consumes my energy and prevents me from gaining weight."
"So that's how it is?" Chef Zhou believed it.
Li Qingzhi laughed again. He picked up the egg, tasted it, and praised: "Uncle Zhou, your fried eggs are really delicious. I have never eaten such delicious fried eggs."
Chef Zhou smiled happily: "Aren't all scrambled eggs the same?"
"It's different. Uncle Zhou, your cooking skills are exceptionally good." Li Qingzhi said.
Chef Zhou knows that his cooking skills are just that - it's just a fried egg, what kind of skills does it require
But he was still happy because Li Qingzhi praised him so much.
After praising the cook, Li Qingzhi went on to praise the cook who was killing and plucking chickens nearby, saying that today's porridge was thick and tasted delicious.
When he first came to the Zhu family, Li Qingzhi spent most of his energy just writing books every day.
His arms were hurting at the time. If he hadn't had supernatural powers, he wouldn't have been able to continue writing. But even if he could write... every time he wrote a word, it felt like countless steel needles were piercing his arms and shoulders.
Even though he had experienced the end of the world and suffered, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable when faced with this situation, and naturally he had no energy to interact with the servants of the Zhu family.
But now, his arms no longer hurt after writing 3,000 words a day!
He likes to chat, but when he returns to Miaoqian Village recently, it is already late, and he has to take his two children to a bath and do some odd jobs... He has no time to participate in the gossip meeting that starts on time every evening at the riverside pier of Miaoqian Village.
He simply took advantage of the meal to chat with the people in Zhu's kitchen, and they had a lively conversation.
He really liked Chef Zhou and the Zhu family's cooks! They all smelled like food.
Li Qingzhi likes Chef Zhou and his friends, and Chef Zhou and his wife also like him.
Mr. Li is a scholar, but he is so close to them. How could they not like him
At this moment, Chef Zhou gave two peaches to Li Damao and Li Ermao respectively: "My peaches are ripe recently, Damao and Ermao, you two can have a try."
"Uncle Zhou, what about me?" Li Qingzhi asked immediately.
Chef Zhou gave Li Qingzhi four peaches: "Mr. Li, yours is indispensable."
In Chongcheng County, many families grow peach trees. Here, peach trees have other uses besides just being edible.
For example, if a child walks at night, the elders in the family will definitely pick a few peach leaves or break a peach branch and put them in his clothes.
However, the peaches here are generally very small. The peaches that Chef Zhou gave to Li Qingzhi were only the size of ping-pong balls.