[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

Originally, Yinshi went to buy pudding for everyone in the private school and didn't come back for several hours. Songyang wondered if he ate all the puddings for everyone. (Not only he thinks so, everyone thinks so)

(In the end, why would you send such a character to buy everyone's pudding? This is simply letting the dog buy meat buns and let the cat watch the little fish!)

So Songyang came out to look for him.

Natsume had already returned home before Matsuyo arrived.

After all, he is only in the sixth grade of elementary school, and he is a good boy who goes home on time.

What's more, he lived with a host family and was excluded because he could see some things that others could not.

So although staying in the canteen is relaxed and fun, there are still a lot of delicious food and his favorite brothers and sisters.But he still has to go home for dinner on time, to see the face of the child in the temporary guardian's house.

(So, guys who plan to have a second child, pay attention to the thoughts of their own children.)

After Songyang came, he found his useless disciple fainted in the room, Feng Lulu explained to him. (Of course it cannot be said that I was frightened by ghosts)

"I was so frightened by Xia Ri's strange talk that I fainted. It seems that I still need to practice more in all aspects of Yinshi."

Hey, hey, squint your eyes, what kind of practice does each aspect refer to?Is it a skull?Is it the skull?That boy Yinshi slammed into the door of my house, but the door was deformed!

What an amazing statement in an ordinary conversation!

"Whether it is body or mind, if you want to become a qualified warrior, you must undergo rigorous training. For his future, as a teacher, I must train him well."

If I don't know what role you will be in the future, maybe I will really believe what you say...

Feng Lulu squinted her dead fish eyes.

Good luck to you, silver hour.

Lao Wang (hey!) came out of the kitchen wearing Feng Lulu's lace pikapika apron.

"Lulu! Come and taste the seasoning Alu!"

The kitchen door opened, Feng Lulu immediately ran over, but didn't see Songyang's sharp eyes behind her. (Is the rabbit beautiful?)

I actually found an existence similar to him here...

But what is this scent?

Songyang sniffed.

Chicken and... mushrooms?

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It was already dark when Yin Shiyouyou woke up.

He came out of the living room rubbing his eyes.

He was awakened by a seductive fragrance.

But when he saw Mr. Songyang standing in the canteen for the first time, his face was quite ugly.

The face that was frightened by the ghost just now had three large characters written on it: "Death!"

But Songyang didn't take action to teach his disciple who came back late at this time.

Because Feng Lulu came out with a plate.

Sure enough, knocking on the floor of someone else's house is not acceptable.

"Has Mr. Songyang eaten?"

Putting the plate on the table, Feng Lulu poked her head out from the living room and asked.

Because the kitchen door was open, the smell was stronger.

What are they doing?

"have eaten."

That's right, the private school's dinner has already been eaten, and the people who bought desserts haven't come back yet.

Song Yang decided to come out to find his disciple who was lost in the world of desserts.

"Then Yinshi, come over and have something to eat together. It seems that you won't have much to eat when you go back."

Yinshi sniffed hard, and looked at Songyang expectantly.

Song Yang nodded.

He immediately ran happily to the table and sat down. (Only this time it looks like a child)

"Teacher, let's eat some too." Feng Lulu pushed Songyang and drove him to the living room. "Otherwise, Yinshi's stomach will hurt when he sees you staring at him from the sidelines."

Songyang had no choice but to follow her. (Actually, he was stunned by the delicious smell)

Just walked into the living room...

"Yinshi, wash your hands for me!" Seeing that Curly's claws were about to grab the dishes on the plate, Feng Lulu grabbed a chopstick and hit the back of Yinshi's hand with lightning speed (...) superior.

Even Songyang was surprised by that speed.

"You picked your nose just now! Hey! Yinshi! Teacher, please watch him wash his hands."

Feng Lulu glared at him, then turned around and went to serve the dishes again.

And Yinshi was under his teacher's death sight, so the two of them could only wash their hands seriously together.

The two of them had just left the living room when the trapdoor on the tatami opened and Hatake Sakumo climbed in.

It's really a good meal. (Kurosaki Masaki took a short-term blur suppressor and went out to eat with her family)

I don't know if I smell the fragrance?

After all, today's dinner is a large dish with chicken stewed mushrooms.

Chicken soup, when done well, can be so fragrant that people doubt life.

It just so happens that there is a person who is good at stewing chicken soup. (Wang Yao, a man who can do anything)

For this pot of soup, Feng Lulu and Wang Yao personally went to the maze to catch a white-feathered chicken, and when they came back, they killed it, scalded the chicken feathers, and cleaned everything up.

And Wang Yao took out his homemade dried shiitake mushrooms.

The shiitake mushrooms picked one by one from the mountain are dried naturally under the sun.

Although it has changed from a large flower to a small piece, the flavor is very good.

The fungus is gifted by the sun, and the charming mature aroma is not comparable to the instant products baked by slices.

In Feng Lulu's eyes, if things like mushrooms are hard-picked and not made into dry goods, they are ashamed of the meaning of mushrooms.

Dried shiitake mushrooms are simply washed and soaked in warm water.

Do not throw away the water for soaking mushrooms. It is the most correct way to deal with it when adding it to the soup.

Heat up the oil pan, add shallots, ginger, cinnamon, star anise and fragrant leaves and sauté until fragrant.Chop the processed chicken into large pieces, blanch it in water to remove the fishy smell, and then put it in the pot and fry it for a while.

When the chicken skin turns yellow and slightly burnt, don't forget to add a little dark soy sauce and stir-fry for color.

(Actually, it's already very fragrant at this time)

Feng Lulu smelled it by the side, watching Wang Yao shake the frying pan, her saliva almost flowed to her chin.

She would love to try a piece of that chicken right now.

But she held on.

After all, only when the chicken truly fulfills its mission and successfully transforms into chicken stewed with mushrooms is the most glorious moment in its life.

It's worth the patience for the delicious food!

Wiping her saliva, Feng Lulu watched Guo Guo add water to the pot.

Add more!Add more!

Feng Lulu shouted in her heart.

After all, chicken stewed with mushrooms eats mushrooms and drinks soup, whoever picks a chicken leg first...

Clamp it! Clamp it!The chicken is all yours!Mushrooms and soup are mine!

Feng Lulu would die of joy.

(She really met such a stupid person)

The fat white feather chicken is fresh and tender, and the chicken skin is evenly thick.

If you don't stew the soup, it will be the type of fried chicken that is overflowing with gravy.

How about making fried chicken next time?

Feng Lulu drooled while thinking.

Wang Yao poured the fermented mushrooms together with the water into the pot and boiled on high heat. The chicken oil mixed with the aroma of ripe mushrooms reverberated in the pot constantly.

After the water boils, you should turn off the fire and let a pot of good soup simmer slowly.

All that's left is to wait.

This is also the most important step.

But it's really hard to do that.

Because in one or two hours, the aroma of the soup will gradually come out from the diffuser holes of the pot to fill the kitchen, and spread to everyone's noses along all the ventilation gaps.

The soul-stirring smell will make people swallow involuntarily after smelling it.

If only I could have another bowl of rice to mix with...

Feng Lulu wiped the saliva from her mouth, and kept thinking "I don't know if it's okay? How much time is left? I have to check my watch".

But no matter how anxious you are, you can't open the lid to read it.

At this time, Wang Yao stood in front of the stove, like a dragon guarding the treasure.

"Wait another 5 minutes!"

Three heads suddenly appeared at the crack of the kitchen door. Together with Feng Lulu, they looked up at the timer in the lower right corner of the kitchen display screen, and began to count down in their hearts.

What a few greedy guys.

Finally, under the gaze of ten eyes, the chicken soup flowed steadily into the huge white porcelain basin.

The little oily flowers floating on it and the green shallots just sprinkled on it make people take a deep breath.

Wang Yao used a cloth to pad the rim of the bowl, and walked out of the kitchen with the porcelain basin in his hand.

And the four little tails who followed suit are the highest appreciation for his culinary skills.

"Don't touch Aru, you must observe table manners when eating."

However, only Feng Lulu and Hatake Sakumo were foolishly obedient. (Actually not stupid)

Songyang waited and watched, while Yinshi picked up the chopsticks first and stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth.

However, it turns out that the soup covered in oil is hot.

But even so, the guy who was greedy and punished didn't spit out the meat.

Forget it, you can eat chicken if you like it.

Feng Lulu's indifferent expression made Songyang and Hatake Sakumo suddenly understand something.

(Please do not use such a powerful sixth sense on such trivial matters!)

That night, there were a lot of people fighting with Feng Lulu for chicken soup and mushroom chopsticks.

Why is this so?

Feng Lulu thought.

They haven't eaten chicken stewed mushrooms either?