Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

"Chicken porridge?"

Seeing the casserole brought by Zeyu, Ye Qingqing was full of hope, and the moment the lid was lifted, the expression on her face instantly distorted:

"This kind of porridge can be made by ordinary people, right? Boss Xie looks down on us poor people? Do you think we can't afford to eat good food?"

Pressing down on Chongyun, whose eyes were showing fierce eyes, Zeyu didn't take Ye Qingqing's words seriously. He just smiled lightly, pushed the bowl and spoon in front of her, and said:

"Sister-in-law Wang is overthinking. As long as there are customers who come to my small shop, I will treat them equally. As for whether you can save your son, let him eat it and you will know. If it is useless, this bowl is for you."

This pot of chicken offal porridge is very simple, the basic ingredients are only chicken liver, chicken gizzards, and rice, but besides being light, there is a peculiar salty fragrance in the porridge, which appeals to the heart.

Generally, the chicken liver, chicken gizzards, and rice used in chicken offal porridge are stewed, and then seasoned with sliced ​​ginger, chive flowers, and salt. It is a good product for strengthening the spleen and stomach.

Zeyu naturally has his reasons for making chicken offal porridge:

The Wang family child's body is already very weak, and he cannot use strong medicinal materials, so he can only recuperate slowly.

When preparing, he first soaked the washed rice for [-] quarters of an hour, and added a little rapeseed oil and salt to the soaking water, so that the cooked porridge would have distinct grains and a rich rice fragrance.

During this period, the chicken liver and gizzard are washed, and the surface is scratched several times, and then marinated with corn flour, rice wine, and salt to get rid of the smell of meat.

Use a casserole to cook the porridge, and put the rice under cold water, stirring it from time to time to ensure that the porridge tastes soft and soft.

When the rice porridge is boiled, you can add the marinated chicken offal, and then change to a low heat and cook slowly.

The last step was supposed to be to add boiled leek flowers, but Zeyu used other grass blades instead, in order to retain a trace of vitality in him and buy time.

"Xiaoye, come, have a bite."

Since Zeyu said so, Ye Qingqing couldn't show his face anymore, after all, she was the one who asked first.

Wang Ye looked sick, probably lacking appetite, but when he looked up at Ye Qingqing looking at him, he obediently held the spoon.

His jaw trembled slightly and his brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain every time he swallowed. These are not the expressions that should appear on the face of a five-year-old child.

To the few "people" in front of the hall, this quarter of an hour seemed to be as long as half a day, until Wang Ye said weakly:

"Finished."

His face was purple, he pursed his lips tightly, and tugged at the corner of Ye Qingqing's clothes with his small hands.

Seeing the appearance of her stepson, despite being disappointed, Ye Qingqing forced a smile and said to Chongyun and Zeyu:

"In this case, let's go first, please thank the boss. This blue egg is me..."

Before the words finished, there was a "wow", Wang Ye's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground, vomiting out all the food he had managed to eat just now.

"Little Ye!"

Ye Qingqing hurriedly took out the handkerchief, and at this moment she couldn't be polite, she turned her head and said angrily:

"Didn't you say that you can save him? He has been like this for a month, and if he continues..."

"Mother,"

Wang Ye pulled Ye Qingqing's sleeve feebly, teardrops oozed out of the corners of his eyes, and he said with an air of gossamer:

"Boss Xie's food is delicious. I'm sick, and it's none of other people's business."

Staring blankly at the leaving figures of the mother and son, Zeyu's palms felt cold, and he half leaned on Chongyun's body, unable to recover for a long time.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are definite."

Rubbing the top of his head, Chongyun comforted him, and heard a crying voice from behind:

"Even the immortals can't do anything?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I could hang his anger and find out the cause slowly."

Unexpectedly, his little trick would not work at all, and Wang Ye's body was about to wither unless the root of the disease was pulled out immediately.

"Don't be sad, that Wang Ye looks like a good boy, and he should be able to be human in his next life."

Xiaobai nuzzled Gongyu cabbage with his nose in sympathy. This kind of thing is miserable, but as ghost messengers, they have seen too much.

"I still don't understand why it doesn't work."

After hastily eating dinner, Zeyu lay on the bed with his limbs spread out, and the scene of the mother and son leaving could not stop appearing in front of his eyes, and he felt uncomfortable.

"If oral administration doesn't work, why don't you try external application?"

Knowing nothing about medicine, Chong Yun just said it casually, untied his coat, and sat gently beside Zeyu.

"It makes sense, why not tomorrow...well."

Just as Zeyu wanted to praise him, suddenly his eyes darkened and his lips were blocked.

This time Chongyun not only locked his hands, but also covered his whole body, and even took off a lot of clothes that were in the way. No one would believe it if it was not premeditated.

Zeyu's hands were pulled to the top of his head, and a thought flashed through his mind: How dare you sneak up on him, that damned stupid bird.

It's a pity that he obviously doesn't have time to resist, now there are only two of them, Chongyun is even more unscrupulous, and can't wait to taste the delicious food:

First, he grabbed the soft corners of Zeyu's mouth with all his strength, until the original pink lips were bleeding red, and then reluctantly turned to his lower lip;

Under the attack of licking and nibbling, Zeyu seemed to have electric currents running through his back, trembling, and opened his mouth unconsciously.

So the tip of the tongue, which has been waiting for a long time, drives straight forward, raging and plundering, but there is no lack of tenderness like water.

When the two parted, there was an ambiguous silver thread at the corner of their mouths, and Chong Yun's eyes were burning and fierce, unknowingly, all the belts of the two of them had been untied.

In a trance, Zeyu seemed to be able to see a deep night sky from Chongyun's blue pupils, and he was bathed in a brilliant starlight.

"hiss."

The top slipped to the ground, and Chong Yun's palms were obviously warm, but when they touched his skin, Zeyu felt as if he had been scalded, and unconsciously straightened his waist.

"Ze Yu."

Pressing against Zeyu's ear, the cry was deep and magnetic, as if it wanted to break through his last line of defense.

The next moment, Zeyu clearly felt that not only Chongyun, but also himself had a reaction...

"Boss! Immortal! Are you asleep? The snake demon came again in the afternoon and insisted on seeing the boss!"

The white pig's loud voice shocked the two who were about to carry their guns into battle. Zeyu's whole body was weak, his eyes were blurred, and he tried his best to push Zong Yun:

"Get up, I'm going out."

Unexpectedly, Chongyun pressed his hand tightly, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

"Do business first."

There was an abnormal blush on both cheeks, Ze Yu pursed his lips, and while persuading softly, he secretly pulled out his hand.

When Chongyun relaxed a little, he immediately turned over and slipped out of the man's embrace as if fleeing.

"Should we set up an enchantment next time?"

At this moment, Chong Yun's expression was beyond description, the air in the room seemed to freeze, and Ze Yu trembled all over:

Is he angry again?Do you seem to be in danger?

"Let's go out."

Before Zeyu could speak, Chongyun stood up, rustling behind his back, as if he was putting on clothes.

Along the way, Zeyu kept sneaking glances at Chongyun's expression, and Zeyu was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. It took a long time to finish the short journey.

"It's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes. I beg the boss to be merciful, and then save my little Ye."

As soon as the two of them walked to the front of the hall, they saw Ye Qingqing strode forward, grabbing Zeyu's sleeves with both hands:

"Whatever reward you want, I will do my best."

Chong Yun frowned, and brushed her hand away calmly; Ze Yu was inexplicable:

"Speak slowly, didn't he still vomit in the afternoon? He couldn't eat at all, and I also..."

"no,"

As if grasping at straws, Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up, full of admiration:

"After Xiaoye vomited today, he came home and suddenly said he was hungry. This is the first time in a month that he offered to eat! As long as you can save Xiaoye, I will definitely repay you with all my strength."

Thoughtfully exchanging glances with Chongyun, Zeyu didn't speak for a while, before deciding:

"Well, I'll make another pot for you. You bring the person tomorrow, and I'll take a look."

After sending Ye Qingqing away, Zeyu had long lost sleepiness, and returned to his room sitting in a daze.

"He's getting better, why do you still look worried?"

Embracing Zeyu's slender waist from behind, Chongyun rubbed his neck, seeing that the "imprint" left this afternoon had faded a bit, he was immediately displeased.

"I'm just hitting right, and this method won't last long. Even if it can eliminate toxins, it will cause too much damage to Wang Ye's body, and it will leave hidden dangers."

Involuntarily leaning into Chongyun's arms, Zeyu's neck was covered with warmth, and he stroked Chongyun's hand on his waist with one hand, his breathing became heavy, and he said angrily:

"What are you doing again? It's all your fault today, causing me to be laughed at by Xiaobai."

There was a faint laugh in his ear, Chongyun sucked his earlobe, and said in a low voice:

"I thought, leaving only one is more conspicuous, and it would be nice to keep a few more."

"No, it's late, I want to rest."

"Then practice tomorrow night?"

It was still dark, and the two people in the house had excellent hearing, and the sound of "humming, humming" outside the door couldn't be more suspicious.

"Why don't you go back to your nest?"

Opening the door suddenly, Chong Yun saw that the white pig was lying in front of the door, drooling all over the floor from sleep.

After being kicked several times, the white pig barely opened his eyes, tried his best to support his fat body, stood up tremblingly, and nuzzled Gong Chongyun's clothes:

"Immortal, I want to have a name."

"Just for this matter, specially guarding in front of the door?"

Angry and funny, Zeyu put on his robe and walked to Chongyun's side.

"Actually, I wanted to mention it all the time yesterday, but you are very busy, so I didn't have a chance to speak."

The voice of the white pig sounded a little aggrieved, and added:

"I've been guarding the door since Ye Qingqing left, trying to wait for you to wake up. I haven't heard anything at night, and I don't know about the fairy kissing the boss."

Zeyu: ...

"Ahem, what name do you want?"

Holding back his laughter, Chongyun put his arms around Zeyu, lowered his head and looked at the white pig:

"By the way, why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Jade cabbage has a name, and I want to tell it my name so that it can remember me."

The white pig lowered his head, wondering if Zeyu's eyes were dazzled, but he actually felt that the pig was blushing.

"Want to poke cabbage?"

Chong Yun nodded in understanding, turned his face maliciously, and asked Zeyu with a half smile and half seriousness:

"You said, apart from a famous name, is there any other way to win cabbage?"

The author has something to say:

Zeyu: Are you admitting that you are a pig?

Chong Yun: Heartbroken

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