When Tang Qiaoqiao used to be in the cultivation world, the master in charge used her to wrap the meals of hundreds of people from the sect. For those Taoists who have not yet inediate, food is also a part of their cultivation, and the iron spoon made of thousand-year-old black iron can supply them with a steady stream of spiritual energy through food.
Now, although she is no longer a big iron spoon, she spreads her hands, and her aura leaps into her palms.
She gathered the spiritual energy of her hands together and turned into the shape of an iron spoon.
Reiki, as if conscious, rubbed the palm of her hand affectionately.
"With you by my side, I'm relieved."
Reiki jumped twice with joy, Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and retracted her palm.
Tang Qiaoqiao pondered over the ingredients in a refrigerator, took out a small pumpkin the size of a palm, peeled it and dug the bag, cut it into pieces and steamed it in a pot. Take another handful of yellow and orange millet, wash it, add water, pour it into a casserole, and slowly boil it over a small fire.
With the staple food, Tang Qiaoqiao began to make porridge dishes.
Outside Shen Yue's door, she saw white porridge, shredded eggs, and green vegetables in the meals he threw away. She could see that Wang Ma followed the principle of light meals for patients, but Shen Yue didn't move.
He has a fever now, and there must be no taste in his mouth. It can't be too light, otherwise it may not arouse his appetite.
Tang Qiaoqiao found a piece of old tofu in the refrigerator, so let's make a fried tofu dumpling.
Crush the old tofu, beat two eggs, add a little flour, sprinkle with pepper and chives to taste, and keep stirring in one direction until the stirring is strong.
Roll the mashed tofu into small balls, and then slightly flatten them with the palm of your hand. When the oil pan is hot, fry until golden on both sides.
With the sound of sizzling, a burning smell filled the kitchen.
"It smells so good." In fact, Wang Ma had been waiting outside, for fear that this new lady would not accidentally burn the kitchen.
I didn't want to wait and wait, but instead, there was a tempting fragrance.
"Come on, try it."
Tang Qiaoqiao had already fried three or four tofu balls on the plate.
Wang Ma waved her hands again and again: "No, no, this is for the husband."
Tang Qiaoqiao: "He can't eat so much."
As she said that, she freed up a hand, picked one up and put it in her mouth. The dumplings are crispy and fragrant on the outside, and the tofu inside is tender and juicy.
Tang Qiaoqiao took a few breaths and motioned Wang Ma with her eyes to try it quickly.
The more chewy it is, the more fragrant it is. The spiciness of the pepper excites the unique flavor of the tofu.
Wang Ma swallowed her saliva, and finally couldn't help breaking her own rules. She took another pair of chopsticks and tasted one.
She immediately widened her eyes, is this the old tofu she usually buys? How could it not taste the same as what she made herself
Absolutely!
"It's so delicious." Wang Ma sighed from the bottom of her heart, this time she really believed that cooking is the wife's old skill.
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled with her brows and eyes curved. She now has two joys in her life, one is cooking, and the other is being a fragrant and soft girl.
Now it looks like it's not that difficult.
After the pan-fried tofu dumplings were ready, Tang Qiaoqiao washed a handful of fresh and green bean sprouts, sautéed the shallots and dried peppers until fragrant. The bean sprouts were stir-fried over high heat, then added a spoonful of balsamic vinegar, and stir-fryed a few times before serving.
The small pumpkin has already been steamed and cooked, and it is finely mashed into a puree with a spoon. At this time, the millet porridge has a fine layer of rice oil, and the pumpkin puree is poured into the millet porridge and stirred evenly. Then continue to cook for a few minutes, and a millet pumpkin porridge is completed.
Wang Ma felt that she didn't do anything and ate something from the master, and felt a little guilty, so she stepped forward and said, "Madam, let me serve it."
Tang Qiaoqiao: "No, I'll just do it myself."
Shen Yue was leaning on the bed, his stomach was empty, and he felt colic from time to time, but there was no taste in his mouth at all, and the smell of the food served by the servant only made him feel sick.
But at this time, a faint scent came from downstairs, which made his stomach feel even more uncomfortable. I wonder what tricks that woman is playing
"Dong, dong." There was a knock on the door.
"It's me, I'm in."
Tang Qiaoqiao didn't wait for him to answer, and pushed the door in.
Shen Yue said coldly, "Who allowed you to come in?"
Tang Qiaoqiao didn't want to have another problem with him, put the food on the table, walked to the window and opened the curtains.
"Why do you still close the curtains, and say that you need to breathe in the sunshine, which is good for your body."
As soon as the curtains were opened, the bright sunlight poured into the whole room through the glass. Shen Yue stayed in the dark for a long time, and his eyes were suddenly pierced by the sun, and it took a while to recover.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Tang Qiaoqiao's face was in front of him.
The woman's slightly damp hair was draped softly on one side, her pure face was red with white, her eyes like black grapes blinked, and she could smell a fruity fragrance when she got close.
Tang Qiaoqiao waved his hand in front of him: "What are you in a daze?"
Shen Yue coughed dryly and turned her head: "What are you doing here again?"
"I brought you food, I made it myself."
Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the millet pumpkin porridge, pan-fried tofu dumplings, and vinegared sprouts in front of him.
Shen You raised his eyelids and glanced at it. Is this the fragrance he just smelled? Is she cooking for herself downstairs
No, he didn't believe she would suddenly be so kind.
"Who knows if the dishes you cook are poisoned?"
"You are the heart of a villain and the belly of a gentleman."
"I am the villain, no one told you to cook for the villain." Although the aroma of the food continuously entered the tip of his nose, his hand under the quilt pressed his stomach lightly, resisting the discomfort and said, "Take it."
Tang Qiaoqiao won't admit defeat easily: "I won't, if I take it away, it seems like I'm guilty, look at it."
She tasted every dish in front of Shen Yue.
"You can rest assured."
Well-intentioned to cook for him, but being so suspicious, Tang Qiaoqiao said softly in a slightly resentful tone: "Anyway, he is a seven-footed man, why is he so preoccupied and narrow-minded?"
Shen Yue closed his eyes and said, "Eight feet."
"what?"
"Eight feet."
Tang Qiaoqiao froze for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You mean you are a man of eight feet, not seven feet? Hahaha, so you don't mind this."
That's the fucking pride of a man.
Shen Yue's face was gloomy, if it wasn't for her opening and closing the "seven-footed man", he would not care.
Tang Qiaoqiao laughed enough and looked at Shen Yue from beginning to end. Although he is thin now, he can see that he is slender and should be no less than 185.
"Seven feet is just a general term. Besides, does the length of a man matter?"
Shen Yue glanced at her coldly: "It's important."
Tang Qiaoqiao nodded thoughtfully: "Since you still have this self-esteem, it means you don't want to die at all. If you don't want to die, you should eat."
She held up a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth: "I feed you?"
Shen Yue wanted to refuse, but when the pumpkin porridge was handed to him, the sweet scent made him feel like his stomach was about to break.
He was silent for a moment: "I eat by myself, I have changed to other chopsticks and spoons."
Don Jojo: …
The son-in-law is poor and fastidious, but fortunately, she brought an extra set of tableware.
"Eat."
Shen Yue took a slow taste of the porridge, the millet and pumpkin porridge was thick and smooth. The fragrance of millet and the sweetness of pumpkin blended together, and when he took a sip, it seemed like a warm current from his throat to the bottom of his stomach, his colic stomach finally eased.
The pan-fried tofu dumplings were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The mellow aroma of tofu awakened his long-lost taste buds, and the aftertaste was endless.
The crispy bean sprouts tasted very refreshing in the mouth, and the sour taste made him articulate, and unknowingly he picked up chopsticks after chopsticks.
Shen Yue felt that his stomach was finally alive. Since the car accident, he had never eaten so deliciously, but it was only clear porridge and side dishes in front of him.
Is this really what she did
As soon as he looked up, the cook didn't stop himself. Tang Qiaoqiao was eating the tofu dumplings she had just tasted.
Her white and tender face swelled as she chewed, like a little hamster stealing food.
Watching her eat, Shen Yue seemed to have more appetite. By the time he reacted, the dishes on the dinner plate were already empty.
Looking at the empty dishes, Tang Qiaoqiao smiled, this is the best compliment.
This woman won't get carried away just because I ate a little of her food, and she doesn't know who she is. Shen Yue pushed the dinner plate forward and said fiercely, "It's unpalatable, take it away."
"I finally realized what duplicity is." Tang Qiaoqiao was exasperated.
After all, she still stood up, reached out and quickly touched his forehead, and then touched her own.
"After some fever, it will be fine to rest and rest." Her spiritual energy was not enough to cure a simple fever.
Shen Yue's whole body relaxed, as if the big stone on his body suddenly disappeared, and his mood was slightly better. Tang Qiaoqiao touched his forehead again, but he didn't fight back immediately, just closed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep, you go out."
"Sleep after eating, sooner or later you will turn into a pig's head." Tang Qiaoqiao secretly complained.
Tang Qiaoqiao returned to the first floor with a dinner plate, and Wang Ma stepped forward and said, "Madam, a phone call just came, saying that it was your agent, and I asked you to call him back quickly, it's urgent."
Oh, I almost forgot, she is still a female star in the entertainment industry.
The author has something to say: Tang Qiaoqiao: "Does length matter?"
Shen Yue: "It's important, and speed is also important."
Tang Qiaoqiao: "I don't understand."