I rely on food to dominate the two worlds

Not long after, Tang Qiu came in with a tray, and inside came a bowl of green rice porridge and a bowl of dark red soup.

"Master Lingshi, please use it."

Such a small amount of food is really pitiful, but for people recovering from serious injuries, it is normal to eat some liquid food that is easy to digest, so Tang Shaoyan was not dissatisfied, but pointed to the bowl of dark red soup curiously, and asked said, "What is this?"

"This is blood-enriching soup. The steward asked the chef of the restaurant to make it specially for you. It contains four kinds of medicinal herbs for nourishing blood! This bowl of spiritual rice porridge was also brought back from the restaurant. It has been boiled for two In Shichen, the juice of rejuvenation fruit is added in it to ensure that you will recover soon after drinking it."

The rice porridge looked normal except that it was a little thinner, but the color of the bowl of soup had a strange feeling, as if ink had been splashed into the diluted blood, which looked a little disgusting.But after all, it's made by a spiritual chef with a high status in this world. Maybe it's just a little different in price, but the taste is actually very good?

Thinking of this, Tang Shaoyan picked up the bowl of dark red soup and took a sip, then his expression became contorted instantly, and the contents of his mouth spewed out immediately.

"Oh, what's wrong with you, Master Lingshi? Why did you vomit such a good blood-enriching soup?" Tang Qiu looked at the puddle of water on the ground with a distressed expression.

Tang Shaoyan only felt his tongue numb, and he couldn't even speak. He didn't know what was put in this bowl of soup. The taste was bitter and astringent, with a strange sour taste. He was simply the king of the dark cooking world.

"Master Lingshi, this blood-enriching soup is a soup. The taste is really not very good, but the effect of nourishing qi and blood is first-class. The medicinal materials used are all aged, and they are worth seven or eight yuan in restaurants. Lingshi. If it wasn’t for your early recovery and going to the restaurant to help you, the steward wouldn’t have specially prepared these for you. You’d better bear with it and drink all the blood-enriching soup, otherwise the steward will blame you. You can't afford to suffer." Tang Qiu pitifully persuaded from the side.

Tang Shaoyan gritted his teeth, pinched his nose and finished the bowl of strange-tasting soup. Although his stomach was full after drinking it, he held back and didn't spit it out.Although the taste of the soup was terrible, the effect was very good. He only felt that his body was warm, as if soaked in hot water. His hands and feet that were originally cold became warmer, and his body gradually gained strength.

"Do you know what ingredients are used to make this blood-enriching soup?" He was a little curious, what kind of strange ingredients can make the taste so indescribable while ensuring its magical effect?

"I don't know about this small one. The small one only knows that it is a third-grade decoction. The medicinal effect is very good. Only a third-grade spiritual chef like Master Chef can make it. It should use four kinds of medicinal materials. I don't know about the rest." Tang Qiu was just a servant of the Tang family. Since he grew up in the Tang family, he knew a little about these things, but he didn't know much more.

"It's okay, you want to know, when you enter the restaurant, can't you learn from the chef?" Only the spirit waiter and the chef can enter the back kitchen of the restaurant. Don't you want the adults of Lingshi to help you?At that time, as long as Master Lingshi uses some snacks, he will definitely be able to learn it.

"You're right." Tang Shaoyan nodded approvingly.

Seeing Tang Shaoyan's originally pale face turned rosy in an instant, Tang Qiu quickly passed the Lingmi porridge over again, "Master Lingshi, drink this bowl of Lingmi porridge quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. .”

This bowl of porridge looks like clear soup with little water, it is no different from ordinary clear porridge, except for a little light green in the color, giving people a sense of freshness.In view of the astonishingly delicious bowl of soup just now, Tang Shaoyan hardly had any expectations for this bowl of spiritual rice porridge, but for the sake of his health, he took a sip of the porridge with the mentality of completing the task, but was overwhelmed by the taste of the spiritual rice porridge. It's amazing.

Tang Qiu's words seem to be true. The porridge has been boiled for a long time, and every grain of rice has become extremely soft and glutinous, with a hint of sweetness in the fragrance, especially this seemingly clear rice soup, which is actually quite It is thick and has a great taste.

This bowl of porridge made him finally understand what his father meant by "clear as water and thick as glue".

Before I knew it, a bowl of porridge was eaten.Different from the warm feeling of blood-enriching soup, after eating this bowl of spiritual rice porridge, a cooling sensation gradually appeared in his body. After circulating in his body for a week, he felt completely refreshed from the inside out. , It is estimated that it is the effect of the rejuvenation juice.

"It's delicious."

"Hey, I also think it's delicious. The ingredients used in this Lingmi porridge are made from the Biling rice cultivated by ourselves in the Tang family's cemetery. Although it's not a rare ingredient, it contains a lot of spiritual power and tastes good. Even Xuantianzong has to pay a high price to buy it. It's a pity that a servant like me can only get one bowl a day."

"Drink a bowl of porridge a day?" Tang Shaoyan looked Tang Qiu up and down in surprise. This kid looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was growing up. How could he just drink a bowl of porridge a day?

"Yes." Tang Qiu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "The little ones have low cultivation, and they can't digest any more. Just this bowl of Lingmi porridge, the little ones have to drink three meals."

Tang Shaoyan thought about it too. The monks in this world don't eat all for the sake of appetite, but to refine the spiritual energy contained in it to help improve their cultivation.

"However, Master Lingshi, just such a bowl of porridge is definitely not enough. Anyway, after you go to the restaurant, don't you drink as much as you want? And I heard that there are some ingredients left in the restaurant every day. The master chef and spirit servants will handle it themselves." Tang Qiu's words were full of envy.

The two chatted casually again, and Tang Qiu sent back the two empty bowls.As soon as he left the door of the room, he met Zhang Xun, the steward of the Tang family.

"My lord!" Tang Qiu immediately bowed his head when he saw the person coming.

"Yeah." The middle-aged man didn't look sideways, "Is the spirit servant's health better?"

"Returning to Master Shi, Master Lingshi has already taken blood-enriching soup and Lingmi porridge with rejuvenation juice, and his complexion has improved a lot. It should be fine."

"Well, you go down."

"Yes."

When the two were talking, they were at the door, and the door was not closed, so Tang Shaoyan heard everything in the back room.Soon he saw a middle-aged man with a goatee and a serious face strode in.

"My lord." Tang Shaoyan got off the bed in a hurry, and saluted with his fists clasped.

"What's your name?" Zhang Xun didn't care about his nondescript salute, just thought it was the rule of their family separation, and asked directly.

"Tang Shaoyan."

Zhang Xun looked him up and down and said, "Your body seems to have recovered a lot, so go to the restaurant to help from tomorrow."

"Yes." Obviously there is no room for Tang Shaoyan to refuse this matter, who let him take the title of Tang's family servant, and also received the grace of saving his life.

Seeing that he didn't ask for a few more days of rest, Zhang Xun was very satisfied with the knowledge of this young spirit servant.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to send you the ID card later, and someone will pick you up early tomorrow morning to go to the restaurant."

"Yes." Adhering to the principle of saying less and making less mistakes, Tang Shaoyan answered with his head bowed.

"Well, you can continue to rest." After explaining the matter, Zhang Xun didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.

Tang Shaoyan lay back on the bed, thoughts in his head were chaotic.

Now that time travel has become a reality, he has to find a way to survive in this world without knowing whether he can return to the modern age.Although he is not a regular chef, he was taught by his father since he was a child, and he has learned a lot about his father's cooking skills.On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, his father asked him to cook a table of meals independently, and told him with a smile that he could become a teacher.

The smiles of his parents and the warmth of the family in the past came to his eyes, which made his eyes wet unconsciously.

The man did not flick his tears lightly, Tang Shaoyan blinked vigorously, and suppressed the welling up tears.

No matter where he is, he will never abandon the culinary skills his father taught him, and even in another world, he will never lose his father's face.