After the genius was abolished, he became my Taoist companion

Ye Huangui's bed was very big and soft, lying on it was like lying on a cloud. Tan Duzhi didn't get used to it when he first lay on it, but after a while his body relaxed unconsciously.

There is still a faint smell of blood lingering in the room, which is the smell left after Ye Huangui wiped his body just now.Ye Huan changed three basins of water before he wiped off the blood all over his body.

The sound of pots and pans colliding came from outside the curtain, it was Ye Huangui who was cooking dinner.

Ye Huangui originally planned to eat shortbread and drink plum juice at night, but after seeing Tan Duzhi's body injury, he couldn't make up his mind.

He was going to make a nutritious and nourishing porridge. Before making the porridge, he looked through the ingredients he bought today: "Old Tan, do you like sweet or salty?"

Tan Duzhi who was suddenly questioned: ...

He just wanted to ask, who is Old Tan?mean him?Is he old?

But compared to Ye Huangui, who is so tender that he can squeeze out water, he is indeed not young.

Tan Duzhi pondered for a moment: "I've already bigu..."

The curtain was lifted, and Ye Huangui appeared with a kitchen knife in one hand: "But, haven't you been unable to cultivate? Can your body still absorb spiritual energy?"

Tan Duzhi was stopped by the question, he was silent for a moment: "Probably not."

Ye Huangui earnestly said: "That's it. I know that monks can practice bigu after reaching a certain level, and they can live by absorbing spiritual energy. But you can't absorb it now, so your body needs to move and you can only live on your laurels. If you don't Sufficient nutritional intake, your body will become weaker and weaker!"

He held the kitchen knife firmly: "Old Tan, you have to trust me! You must eat on time! If you don't eat, your health will only get worse!"

Tan Duzhi felt that if he said no, Ye Huangui's kitchen knife would come to his neck.

He could only think for a while: "Okay."

Ye Huangui smiled all over his face: "Then do you like the salty or sweet one? The salty one is preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and the sweet one is brown sugar Lingmi egg porridge!"

Tan Duzhi had never eaten any of the two types of porridge, so he chose one at random: "Salty...it should be."

Ye Huangui ordered: "Okay, just squint for a while, it will be fine in a while."

Tan Duzhi looked at the shaking curtain, he was a little puzzled, didn't he say that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen?Why does Ye Huangui look like he likes to cook?

There is a two-foot-long operating table next to the sink next to the stove. At the moment, there is a round wooden chopping board on which there is a piece of lean meat the size of a fist.

This is his specially shaved tenderloin, which is softer than other parts of the meat.After being cut into thin strips, it can be eaten with a little blanching and discoloration, but it needs to be marinated before being put into the pot.

Tan Duzhi originally wanted to squint for a while, but with his excellent hearing, he heard the sound of fast and even chopping vegetables.With a sweep of consciousness, Ye Huangui was humming a ditty while cutting meat.Good guy, with this hand speed, if he were to swing a sword, his cultivation level would be comparable to that of a Sword Sect Golden Core cultivator!

The fist-sized piece of meat quickly turned into a pile of shredded meat of even thickness, and Ye Huangui took out a sea bowl from the cupboard in satisfaction.I saw him slapping the shredded meat into a bowl, and then watched him take out some powder or granules from a pile of bottles and jars, grab and knead the shredded meat.

This is not over yet, he actually peeled two eggs, and the egg turned out to be black!

Tan Duzhi withdrew his consciousness, he was afraid that Ye Huangui's idea of ​​murdering him would arise in his heart if he watched it any longer.

Ye Huangui didn't know about this, he cut the peeled preserved eggs into fine cubes and put them in a bowl beside him.

At this time, there was a rustling sound from the door of the frame, Ye Huangui turned his head to look, and saw Jixiang resting his big head on the pedal in front of the frame.Seeing Ye Huangui looking at him, Ji Xiang half-closed his eyes and let out a soft hiss.

Ye Huangui booed Jixiang: "Don't shout, don't disturb Lao Tan."

The guys in the restaurant all said that Jixiang was short-tempered and quick-tempered, but Ye Huangui thought that Jixiang was a good mule.It is very human, and it didn't run far after eating forage, just strolling beside the frame.

Ye Huangui originally wanted to let it go and let it move freely, but he thought that after all, he had not been in contact with Jixiang for a long time, if Jixiang ran away in the middle of the night and woke up tomorrow, he would be caught blind.He tied Jixiang's rope to the middle of the frame, and Jixiang snorted and bit his sleeve.

After playing around for a while, Ye Huangui touched Jixiang's big head: "Rest early, I will trouble you to pull the cart tomorrow."

The horse breeders in the town said that the horses like their owners to help brush their hair, and he plans to make a big brush for Jixiang when he has time.

When he returned to the rack, the Lingmi in the casserole was almost soaked.I saw a layer of milky white rice grains on the bottom of the round casserole. When I took it out, I saw that the rice grains were fatter than before.

He placed the casserole on the stove, and the flame in the stove licked the bottom of the casserole leisurely.Things like casserole heat slowly, and it may take a while to boil the pot.

Idle is also idle, Ye Huangui is going to wash Tan Duzhi's underwear that was soaked in the basin before.He was a little distressed, wondering if the white obscene clothes could be washed out.

Tan Duzhi has not been able to fall asleep for a long time, and he has not been able to close his eyes since his cultivation base was exhausted.Hearing the sound of Ye Huangui washing clothes and cooking outside the curtain at this time, he actually felt very sleepy.

As expected, the clothes were not washed, and Ye Huangui scratched his hair in distress: "Ah...it's so troublesome." It's the era of self-cultivation, why is there no modern washing powder?It is too difficult to wash!A good white dress now looks like a Dalmatians, so ugly!

Ye Huangui, who failed to try to do the laundry, soaked the clothes in the water resentfully. At this time, the porridge in the pot had already boiled.Ye Huangui stirred the rice grains at the bottom of the pot to prevent them from sticking to the pot, and after that, the porridge would become thick as long as it took another cup of tea.

At that time, add preserved eggs and shredded lean pork, sprinkle a handful of shredded ginger and fine salt, and add a little chopped green onion when the pot is ready, the taste will not be mentioned!

Ye Huangui suddenly thought that some people don't like ginger, so he opened the curtain to ask Tan Duzhi.As soon as the curtain was lifted, Tan Duzhi was already asleep on the bed!

Ye Huangui scratched his cheek, forget it, let it go first!The big deal is to pick it out when eating.

Tan Duzhi heard a loud bang, and he suddenly opened his eyes.It was pitch black at this moment, but he was a monk, and with his excellent eyesight, he instantly remembered the situation before he fell asleep.

He fell asleep!Fell asleep with a stranger next to him!

I don't know what time it is, but the sky candle on the roof of the car is no longer lit.With a quick glance of Tan Duzhi's consciousness, he understood what was going on with the loud bang just now—Ye Huangui didn't sleep beside him, but made a floor bunk under the bed.

Probably because he was not familiar with the surroundings, when this fellow rolled over, he bumped his head against the bed frame, and at the moment he was moaning and holding his head.

Tan Duzhi: ...

What's the matter with this angry and funny feeling?

After bumping into it, Ye Huangui was dazed, he groaned twice, rolled up the quilt and turned over, shrinking into a large shrimp.The big shrimp sat up in a daze after tossing a few times, he stretched out his hand to touch the bed, and then a warm hand fell on Tan Duzhi's forehead.

Tan Duzhi turned his head to look at Ye Huangui, who didn't even open his eyelids.He couldn't help wondering: what is this man doing?

Sensing Tan Duzhi's movement, Ye Hugui opened his eyes with difficulty: "Ah... did I wake you up?"

Tan Duzhi asked, "What are you doing?"

Ye Huangui said calmly: "See if you have a fever. It's normal to have a fever after suffering such a serious injury. If you have a fever, I will cool you down."

Just as Tan Duzhi was about to say something, he saw a faint light in the room.Ye Huangui turned over and turned on the bean lamp: "Are you hungry? Eat something before going to sleep!"

After a while, he brought a casserole in from outside the curtain: "The temperature is just right! Not too cold or hot! Try it!"

Tan Duzhi looked at the casserole that could put his head down: ...

Ye Huangui slapped his head: "Look at my memory." So he ran out of the curtain again, this time when he entered the door, he had extra bowls, chopsticks and spoons in his hand.

He holds two large bowls in his hand, one with bamboo painted and the other with plum blossoms.He held up two bowls: "Old Tan, which one do you want to use?"

Tan Duzhi's head was full of black lines: "This..."

Do I still need to ask him?Isn't it just eating?Does it make any difference which bowl to use?

Ye Huan returned to his seriousness and said: "It's not a trivial matter! Eat with your favorite bowl, even the undelicious food will become delicious. If you eat good food, you will feel better. When you are in a good mood, your body will recover. quick!"

Tan Duzhi: ...

What kind of nonsense is this?

But facing Ye Huangui's eyes, he still compromised.He looked at the big bowl: "Bamboo."

Ye Huangui was happy: "I knew you would like this bowl!" So in front of Tan Duzhi, he splashed a whole bowl of porridge into the bowl.

After scooping up the porridge, he put the bowl beside the bed: "Come on, I'll help you sit up."

Speaking of which, he took out two quilts from the cabinet, and after helping Tan Duzhi to sit up, he stuffed the quilts behind Tan Duzhi: "Old Tan, you lie back, will it be more comfortable?"

Tan Duzhi lay back tentatively, his back was very soft, and it was indeed more comfortable than him sitting: "Not bad."

Ye Huangui sat down on the edge of the bed. He took the big bowl in one hand, and scooped up a spoonful of porridge with the other hand, and handed it to Tan Duzhi's lips: "Taste my cooking!"

Tan Duzhi looked at Ye Huangui quietly, and under Ye Huangui's urging, he opened his mouth.

At this time, the porridge water has become very viscous, the rice grains have been boiled, and the yolks of the preserved eggs have almost melted, and the color of the porridge does not look very beautiful.

However, as the first mouthful of porridge came into his mouth, Tan Duzhi's concept changed.The shredded pork is soft and tender, and the porridge is watery and glutinous. Those gray-brown things spread warmly in the mouth with an inexplicable umami taste.

The lean meat porridge slid down the mouth into the stomach, and Tan Duzhi's brows slightly relaxed.He felt his stomach craving, craving more and more porridge!

The author has something to say:

before porridge

Old Tan: What kind of dark cuisine is this...

after porridge

Lao Tan: Have another bowl!