Peerless Junior Uncle

The atmosphere of Wen is very good. Even if it is vacant, it has not been destroyed. There are many things, but it is a bit messy. It is estimated that people passing by have stayed overnight.

Although Fu Qingcheng misses his uncle's craftsmanship very much, but Mu Lan's ice face made him feel embarrassed to ask his uncle to cook. He flattened his sleeves and stuck his fan behind his neck to look at the kitchen I sighed at the ingredients in the kitchen. Even in this remote place, there are a lot of things in the kitchen. It is really suitable for the picky eater and the uncle who inspires and spoils the apprentice.

He Tingge leaned against the door and watched Fu Qingcheng wash the vegetables with ease. He returned to the pear orchard when he was in Cuigu a few years ago. He also leaned against the door to watch the boy wash helplessly after every time he finished his exercises. Start with the fish in your hand. Complain about his murder...

"Aren't you here to help?" Fu Qingcheng was helpless to the man standing at the door with his arms crossed: "You are not hungry."

He Tingge smiled. He walked over to take the vegetables in his hand and put them in the water basin.

"What else can you do besides cooking porridge?" Fu Qingcheng picked up a kitchen knife and cut the washed winter bamboo shoots. He asked He Tingge with great interest.

He Tingge thought for a while: "I'm not very good at cooking, but I can do a little bit." Cooking porridge is also because I have been fighting abroad for a long time. Sometimes the conditions can't keep up, so I will do it myself. Usually I use local materials. As long as Can eat. He has nothing to do.

"You cook a dish and I'll try it." Fu Qingcheng looked at him with interest after hearing the words.

"Do you want to eat." He Tingge put the washed vegetables in a bamboo basket aside, and asked again: "What else."

Fu Qingcheng pointed at the potato on one side with the kitchen knife: "Peel that. What do you cook?"

He Tingge pursed his lips and thought for a while: "I'll make it for you to taste later." After saying that, he picked up the potato, peeled it, and flicked his wrist lightly. A small sleeve knife was ejected from the cuff into his hand. He weighed the potatoes. The knife twirled in his hand. He didn't know how to make a move. A potato lay in his hand clean and white.

Fu Qingcheng shredded the potatoes. He saw He Tingge broke four eggs with one hand and poured them into a bowl. He took chopsticks and beat them into flowers.

There was no shortage of ingredients. He Tingge thought about what he had done before. He lit the fire and started the pot. His brows were slightly frowned. He put oil in the pot and heated it up. He washed two more tomatoes.

Fu Qingcheng watched this serious man cutting tomatoes in a serious manner. The slender fingers held the knife steadily. The smoke billowed out. The figure of the man was a little blurry... There was a slight smile on the corner of Fu Qingcheng's lips Enduring the soreness in his eyes. Silently watching He Tingge with a serious face distinguishing between sugar and salt...

When a plate of red and yellow food was placed in front of Fu Qingcheng, He Tingge hesitated and handed over the chopsticks: "Try it. It may not be very delicious. I haven't made it for a long time."

Under He Tingge's slightly nervous gaze, Fu Qingcheng took a piece of egg that was yellow and still stained with red tomato juice and put it in his mouth...

He Tingge looked anxiously at Fu Qingcheng moving his mouth. His brows were slightly furrowed on his originally smiling face. He felt a sense of loss in his heart. Did he really miss it...

"If it's unpalatable, you can spit it out." Looking at Fu Qingcheng's slightly frowned brows, He Tingge opened his mouth sullenly. As he spoke, he was about to take out the plate of failed products and feed them to pigs... (The author said he didn't know where There are pigs.....)

"Try it." Suddenly, Fu Qingcheng brought a piece of egg to He Tingge. His complexion completely disappeared from the tangled look just now. He Tingge hesitated for a moment. He opened his mouth and ate it. The taste from the tip of his tongue was not bad, although it was not as good as a famous chef. But anyway, it was one of his best dishes ever.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Qingcheng looked at him leisurely.

He Tingge thought it was pretty good: "It's okay. You don't like to eat this."

"I'm just very curious about the little prince who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers. Now he can make such delicious things. Uncle Wei really admires you." Fu Qingcheng took another bite with chopsticks as he said.

He Tingge breathed a sigh of relief: "If you like it, I will make it for you in the future."

"It's so good." Fu Qingcheng smiled and took another piece.

"Are you eating while cooking?" A cold voice sounded at the door. Mu Lan looked at the empty plates on the table and looked at the two people.

Satisfied, Fu Qingcheng put down his chopsticks. He smiled at Mu Lan, "Isn't this just researching new dishes? I'll try it for you when it's suitable."

Mu Lan ignored his teasing, walked in and put the two skinned snakes into the basin.

He Tingge was happy watching Fu Qingcheng finish eating the dishes he made. But the two things brought by Mu Lan got his appetite: "This snake is."

"Add food to the prince." Mu Lan looked at He Tingge's face and said in a rare way.

He Tinge: "..."

"Then I have to ask my uncle how to do it." Fu Qingcheng shrugged. He put down his sleeves and took out the fan from the back to cover his mouth and nose and went out to find Huo Qiangu.

For a while, only He Tingge was left in the kitchen, staring at the two strips in the basin, wanting to see that they hated each other.

Huo Qiangu was holding a twig-like dried herb and sniffing it. He put it in his mouth and took a bite. He frowned and threw it aside. He picked up the other one. He was jealous. Sure enough, he could tell that it was exactly the same. But the medicinal properties were different. One thing. Mu Lan is still good at it. My apprentice is not bad at all.

"Uncle." Fu Qingcheng walked in with a grim complexion, "Do you still have the medicine from last time?"

Huo Qiangu frowned: "It happened again."

Fu Qingcheng didn't speak. His complexion became a bit ugly again. His sense of taste almost became weaker and weaker. When it was serious, he couldn't taste any smell. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it was bad. He didn't know how long he could keep He Tingge from it.

The last time he was in the military camp, He Tingge asked him to eat on purpose to make people confuse the salt and sugar in the dishes. It must have been suspicious. Fortunately, he recovered his sense of taste at that time, so he narrowly escaped the temptation.

Huo Qiangu reluctantly took out the medicine to Fu Qingcheng, but said again: "Tangjiabao is already adjusting the efficacy of the medicine. Can you not take this or don't take it."

Fu Qingcheng paused, but poured out two pills and swallowed them directly: "I know. I will control it."

"Other aspects. Is there any problem?"

"Not for the time being." Fu Qingcheng said. He concealed the fact that he didn't feel any pain or desire that night. Because it was still awkward to say. There was no need to take medicine today. But when he thought of tasting the dishes made by He Tingge in his own mouth just now Less than a little bit of taste. My heart is uncomfortable.

"It's the day after tomorrow. Your master will also come." Huo Qiangu explained: "He may have something to tell you by then."

"I see...... Uncle, braised in brown sauce or steamed." Fu Qingcheng changed the subject and said with a smile: "Actually, I think it's better for you to do it yourself. After all, Mu Lan likes to eat what you cook. Especially that thing."

Huo Qiangu was taken aback by his question. Before he could answer, he heard someone coming from outside the door. It should be He Tingge. Huo Qiangu cleared his throat quickly. He pretended to be calm and said: "Okay then. Uncle, I will give you today Be an example."

[The author has something to say: Thank you readers who have been reading my book. Thank you very much. I wish you all a happy reading. Happy New Year. Er... I should have said it the day before yesterday. I forgot ==]

Eating tofu is good for the skin

After finishing speaking, he asked in a puzzled voice, "What are you doing?"

Seeing his uncle like this, Fu Qingcheng couldn't help but smiled: "Mu Lan lost two snakes in the kitchen and said he wanted to add more food."

Huo Qiangu's eyes lit up. This is good. Snake meat is a great supplement. He has been coveting Mu Lan's piebald snakes for a long time. He just didn't dare to say that he would use them for tooth sacrifice... Hearing what Fu Qingcheng said at this time. Hastily dropped the work at hand and walked towards the kitchen with flat sleeves. This posture seemed to be about to do a big job.

Fu Qingcheng's goal was achieved. He followed Huo Qiangu out and saw He Tingge next to the water jar where the snakes were placed in the yard.

He Tingge looked at the densely packed snakes swimming in the water. Goosebumps could not help but appear on his body. What did Mu Lan raise these things for? Take the snake gall.

Thinking about this, I looked up and saw Mu Lan walking into the wooden house to the west, holding some things that He Tingge didn't recognize.

After walking outside the door, He Tingge hesitated and asked, "Mu Lan."

"Come in." Mu Lan's cold voice came from inside. He Tingge originally thought that with Mu Lan's temper, if he ventured in, no matter what was inside, it would make people uncomfortable. But after hearing what Mu Lan said, he stretched out his hand Lifted the curtain and went in.

The room is not dark. Although there are no windows, the roof is open. There is an indescribably fragrant or stinky smell in the room. All the utensils and utensils are in sight. There are various things in it with different shapes. In the center there is a The cauldron is not big. The fire is burning at this time. The temperature in the room is inevitably higher.

Mu Lan is holding a small wooden tube. She is putting various medicinal materials in it. What she puts on the side is purely for decoration. When someone stretches out his hand, he can tell how much it is.

"Mu Lan Qingcheng's body..." He Tingge asked, "What's going on?"

When Mu Lan heard the words, her hands paused. She raised her eyelids to look at He Tingge, with doubts in her eyes: "You know."

He Tingge nodded. Isn't it a matter of time? Men will always have needs. What's more, he and Fu Qingcheng are justified. It's too normal to find out. What makes He Tingge uncomfortable is that Mu Lan knew it earlier than him.

Mu Lan put down the medicinal materials in her hand. Holding the wooden barrel, she turned around and leaned against the medicine shelf behind her. She paused and said, "You have to be prepared. He knows his body best. He said he would not give up. I am also there. Find a way. Tangjiabao can provide the most direct help. But. In the end