[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

"Xiao Dai, where did the cart of glutinous rice that just arrived this morning go?" When Dai Mubai got up to brush his teeth in the morning, he happened to see the gray-haired but youthful accountant Mr. Tianshanglou. Standing beside the incoming truck at the back door, dialing the abacus.

"Ah? Ah! Nuomi!" The third prince, who had been used to the life of a servant for half a month, suddenly turned his head and blinked blankly, "The Nuomi was taken away by the shopkeeper!"

Upstairs in the sky, Xingluo No. [-] Restaurant, there is a chef who is unparalleled in cooking but has been missing for at least three years for two years and ten months. A shopkeeper who has a good kitchen knife and kills people if he doesn't agree with him, a white-haired accountant who has a long-term memory and is so stubborn that even you drank an extra cup of tea ten days ago. There is also a third prince of the empire who is obsessed with help kitchen worker.

"Ah, speaking of it, May [-]th is coming, no wonder there is a lot more glutinous rice than usual." The account manager suddenly realized, "But it may also be because those two guys have been drinking recently. too much……"

No.

...that's drinking!Every night two girls lie on the roof, you have a can of wine and I have a can of wine, intending to support myself to death. After drinking, they still hug their thighs and cry and talk nonsense. How do you know (sad face).

"Forget it... I knew it would definitely be like this when these two guys get together." The manager rubbed his temples, "Mubai, you drag the basket of flowers that you just bought today to the back kitchen. "

"Well, okay." The eight-year-old boy nodded.During the recent flower banquet, Tang Yuke has gone from being in the middle of the rules and using various fancy arrangements to highlight the theme of flowers to completely letting go of self-development. After all kinds of magical ways of local pigs are really used to eat real flowers, the demand for flowers is getting bigger and bigger. Yueniang doesn't know what she thinks. I bought flowers that should not bloom in this season from the container shed... This created a cruel fact.

The third prince with a weak body can only move this basket of things if he activates his martial arts.

I feel like I have fed the dogs (crossed out) in the previous two years of cultivation.

With an incomplete white head turned from golden hair and two fluffy ears, Dai Mubai entered the back kitchen expressionlessly.

Putting down the basket, just as Dai Mubai was about to take back his white tiger spirit, he was picked up by the collar.The boy sighed, stretched out his hand that was now covered with fluff, and forcefully opened one by one the paw that loved to hold his collar for some reason.

"Aunt Ke." The boy withdrew his martial soul, turned around and stared at Tang Yuke who was expressionless, "What's wrong?"

Tang Yuke opened the corner of her mouth again—and was immediately hit by Dai Mubai's expression of covering her face and not being able to bear to look directly.

"Stop." The attitude was very firm.

A certain cook was immediately discouraged, lying on the table and staring at the bowl in front of her, not wanting to move: "Really... I wouldn't have told you if I knew about it..."

Smelling the smell of meat, Dai Mubai walked to the stove automatically and consciously, and brought down a pot of bubbling brine soup... Give Tang Yuke a thumbs up, she taught a culinary idiot in half a month Automatically and consciously turn off the fire.

After half a month of hard work, the third prince who had already changed out of his Chinese clothes and was wearing civilian clothes for the convenience of walking (escape) and moving (life) said: The moment the oil pan was overheated and exploded into a three-meter flame, he felt the meaning of life .

"If you don't know how to smile, don't laugh. Do you know that when you smile hippie, you are especially annoying, and when you pull the corners of your mouth, you look particularly malicious. When you smile, you are still stiff like a puppet. The only decent thing is that you smile on the surface Smile—it makes people want to punch you in the face." After scooping up a spoon for a while, I put the large pieces of pork belly out on a plate. The good ones are fat and three thin. After rolling over a slow fire overnight, they turn dark brown. The color——Dai Mubai cut a piece and tasted it, and gave Tang Yuke a strange look.

Tang Yuke became even more decadent: "I have been practicing for so many years in vain... No one else can see it!"

Dai Mubai nodded: "That's because young master is smart!"

"So you tell me why this piece of meat is salty?!" The pork belly was cooked just right, not too dry, the gravy was full, and the fat in the fat meat was cooked by more than half, softening the edges and corners of the lean meat, but it did not overwhelm the guests and produce A cloying taste...the only question is, why is this piece of meat so salty! ! !

"Here." Tang Yuke raised her chin. On the kitchen table were wet white glutinous rice, peeled mung beans, mashed red beans, half-peeled jujubes, rolled into a pile of red and white threads, and a kind of Green leaves that exude a fragrance, one arm long and four fingers wide, shaped like a boat.

"What is this?" Dai Mubai picked up a leaf and looked at it.

Tang Yuke skillfully picked up a leaf, rolled it into a funnel shape, poured one-third of the glutinous rice, cut off a small piece of the right size from the pork belly, stuffed it into the funnel, and then poured in an appropriate amount of peeled mung beans, and finally Fill the funnel with white glutinous rice, wrap the remaining part of the leaf tightly with a skillful technique, draw out the end of the long red thread to tie the leaf, and a square object the size of a fist appears.

"This leaf is called Zongye, and this..." She mentioned the square object, "It's called Zongzi. May [-]th is a festival in my hometown, and we all make Zongzi on that day."

"Why haven't I heard of it?" Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow.

"That's normal." Tang Yuke took another leaf, and made a rice dumpling in the same way... This time, there were red bean paste and jujube inside, tied with white thread. "My hometown is far, far away, you can't find it."

"Here, the one with the white line is sweet, and the one with the red line is salty." In the blink of an eye, Tang Yuke quickly wrapped a bunch of rice dumplings.A long string of zongzi was tied with only one thread, and when the end of the thread was lifted, it hung in the air, which was quite festive.Dai Mubai scratched his head and tried to pierce one himself, but the rice leaked all over the floor, the shape was uneven, the shape was weird, and his size was half smaller than Tang Yuke's bag, which made Tang Yuke laugh for a while—he couldn't refute it!The eight-year-old boy gritted his teeth, took another piece and began to practice... When he and Tang Yuke finished wrapping up the prepared materials, the sun rose to the middle of the sky, and his skill in making zongzi also made some progress.

Tang Yuke threw all the zongzi into the big earthen pot for stewing soup, and after filling it with water, she lifted the earthen pot with one hand - this caused Dai Mubai's heartache for her little arm - put it on the stove, and then I lit an unquenchable flame and went in to save firewood.

Dai Mubai held his chopsticks and waited to eat.

As the water temperature rises, the fragrance of the zongzi leaves becomes more and more prominent. Finally, Tang Yuke picked up the large string of zongzi, found the last three, and used a knife to pick the red line on the third zongzi, and the three salty zongzi fell into the bowl.

"Zongzi was originally used as dry food," Tang Yuke hung the remaining zongzi on the wall of the kitchen, the soul guide flashed, and a burst of frost hung on the string of zongzi.

Lift the end of a zongzi leaf and pull it upwards, and the zongzi, dyed light yellow by the gravy, falls into the bowl.The zong leaves that have been boiled into dark yellow-green have played a magical role. A burst of fragrance calms down the mood at the moment of biting. The stickiness of glutinous rice gives people a satisfying feeling of fullness. The cooked mung beans are obviously ahead of schedule. Marinated, with a light salty taste, and the previously salted meat is just right after cooking for a while...really...delicious.

Tang Yuke still had no expression on her face, and sneaked away one, only to be stared at by Dai Mubai.

At this time, the accountant called Dai Mubai outside, saying that someone was looking for him.

Walking out of the back kitchen with the bowl in her arms, she met the shopkeeper on the way, Yue Niang exclaimed and rushed into the kitchen, Dai Mubai rolled her eyes, then turned around, the bowl almost dropped.

The girl in black dress with cat eyes stared at him blankly.

Dai Mubai paused in embarrassment,

"I asked Brother Mu, and he said you are here." A slightly cold and calm child's voice sounded.

The girl's name is Zhu Zhuqing, and she is the fiancee of the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, and she is also the one who is bound to share prosperity with him.

Dai Mubai has always been very fond of the little girl.

Anyway, I was going to be slaughtered... but the little girl was suffering... maybe I would lose my freedom just like this.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the person in front of him and couldn't believe it.

In her memory, Dai Mubai was arrogant, but he would also protect her to go to a place where she would not be disturbed by some unpleasant people. She had always been looking forward to marrying him. The same kind of people.

Although, whether she likes it or not, she is destined to live and die with this person.

The Dai Mubai in her impression clearly wanted to resist, but was always sad because of his powerlessness.

The Dai Mubai in her impression was always surrendering to his elder brother and second brother, but he never knelt down to fate.

The Dai Mubai in her impression seemed to be decadent, but in fact he raised his head stubbornly and proudly.

But...she was a little unhappy.

It seems that this person... is so good, but he always feels that he can't do it. He wants to fight, but he always withdraws his hand, as if he has no self-confidence, and keeps his mouth shut.

Strong, never succumbed to all kinds of conspiracies, tried his best to find a way out, but was weak, always in the struggle, the first to give up, deluded himself that he didn't want to live, he didn't have that ability!

... Just like that, I covered my eyes and ears and escaped.

Without confidence, he felt that he couldn't do it, but the desire, desire to live, kept supporting him to stand.

Now, this guy, withdrew the prince's fine clothes, and stood in front of her in civilian clothes, holding a bowl stupidly, but his face was still indifferent.

Dai Mubai didn't know how to coax his young fiancée, thought for a while, took out a white handkerchief, put the last untouched zongzi on the handkerchief, and handed it to the girl.

"Zongzi, I made it myself...it's not very good...but, haven't you eaten lunch yet? You can try my handicraft."

Zhu Zhuqing took the zongzi.

She took a light bite.

I feel inexplicably, very happy... This is something that bastard made with his own hands.

Want to laugh, but a little sad.

This idiot... probably doesn't know how he died!Still cooking here!Now there is one missing in the palace, and no one cares about him!

...If this continues, she will die...and only she will remember, what should I do?

But... such a happy and secretly happy mood...

She actually felt that this kind of peace was happiness.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, her bangs covered her eyes, and her free hand tightly gripped the skirt.

Fool.

Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid!

I don't care about you!

The girl threw the rice dumpling directly on Dai Mubai's face.

"Dai Mubai! You bastard! I hate you!"

When will you realize that if you don't fight for yourself, you who want to live so much, you who deceive yourself, you who keep running away from you who can resist only when you reach the bottom line, you who are so handsome... I like you , you will really die!

and.

What did you bring me!Having been together for so many years, childhood sweethearts grew up!Actually!I don't know yet!my taste! ! !

My wife is a sweet party!The salty party must die! ! !

The author has something to say:

I saw a relative left a message asking if Sanwu would be dismantled... Well... After all, Old Ke'er is the protagonist... In the previous preface, she and Tang San were written so sadly... So friends from the original book party, let's get together So casual... QAQ actually really likes Miss Xiao Wu!Cool and handsome!Now let Miss Xiaowu let herself go and keep on being tough! ! !

...Speaking of which...Update...Although I work hard to produce food, but I have difficulty studying...I have been staying up all night for many days...You can see my update time (Student has nothing to love).

This week's third update is here... I have to go to the liver dragon's side for four consecutive updates...

Please let me die quietly. jpg

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Then the problem is coming.

Are you sweet or salty?

Anyway, foodie authors like it.

But the salty ones like to eat the square hot ones, and the sweet ones like to eat the small ones and iced ones~

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