Wang Ermu still ate voraciously, but at this moment he finally looked a little more greedy, not that scary.
Gu Xiang touched the child's sallow face: "He is so hungry. Eating like this will hurt his stomach even more."
The problem of "scalding" is not that big. The meat slices fly out of the pot and come into contact with the air for more than ten seconds, and it will become slightly hot. However, if so much meat is swallowed into the stomach, the child's stomach that has shrunk is definitely not able to bear it.
The old dog's lips moved and he didn't say anything, but he wanted to make a few sarcastic words in his heart. No matter how bad it is for the stomach, it is better than starving to death.
His second brother has too much appetite, so he can save all the food rations for everyone in the family, and it is not enough for him to eat. He has no choice but to be hungry. However, he gets crazy and goes crazy at any time, and becomes even more crazy after being too hungry.
Gu Xiang asked the chef to go back and scooped a bowl of soup for the child to drink.
"Don't worry, drink a bowl of soup to moisten it first to eat more meat."
The lotus root, winter melon bone soup, which was as clear as water, was handed to the child. The child seemed to understand her words, but instinctively greedy for food. He clenched the meat before he threw it on the edge of the bowl and swallowed it. After drinking most of the time, he lowered his head to swallow the meat.
The old dog was stunned for a moment, and the words begging for mercy that were thinking about in his mind gradually dissipated.
Gu Xiang did not give this child any more, but said to the old dog: "I think your brother has a lot of appetite. After the meal starts, you can eat three or five times. Don't eat too much at one time."
The old dog was stunned for a moment and stiffly took out the flattering words he had used to saying: "The noble man is kind, and the young man is grateful. He will definitely hold a bunch of grass in his next life to repay kindness..."
Gu Xiang smiled and said with a smile: "Have you read this?"
The old dog said embarrassedly: "The little one has such a head... He can only read these few words, but he learned it when he heard the monks and laymen's lectures."
"It's amazing to remember it if you hear it."
Gu Xiang smiled and said, "The old dog's face turned red and embarrassed, and the hostility deep in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he really felt a little simple."
After saying that, she patiently waited for Wang Ermu to finish eating the meat, fed him half a bowl of soup, and whispered: "Your brother's illness does not seem to be congenital. I just happened to know that a prescription for Anshen Soup is the right disease to be correct. From today on, you will bring your brother here every day, and drink a bowl of soup in the morning, noon and evening. Let's try it."
The old dog was silent, and somehow, his eyes were slightly red.
Gu Xiang took him a pancake and put two pieces of meat in it. The old dog carefully picked it up and took a bite. In just one bite, the black fog in front of him dissipated, and the sunlight came from the sky and penetrated into his heart.
"I seemed to see a kingfisher, and the voice was very beautiful..."
Before the fire on the stove was extinguished, Gu Xiang smiled and turned to continue cooking.
As the aroma of the food spread, the soldiers working on the river rushed over in a mess.
While distributing the dishes to them, Gu Xiang was a little surprised: "There are so many children?"
Several soldiers who came down from the river were wearing clangs of clothes, small and thin, and looked like they were only twelve or thirteen years old.
"It's not small, I can already be a pillar commander, Ne, that boy is called Sixi, and his father is also from our Yongyi Army. He died when he was building the river channel two years ago. His mother is a weak lady who cannot be held with. There is no way, so he has to accept him recently, and he can make a living."
Helping chef Afeng doesn't care about authenticity.
Gu Xiang sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable. It would be fine if she didn't see it. She saw all this in her eyes and couldn't help but feel pitiful to the children.
As the sun sets, the sky becomes dimmer.
The soldiers sat on the spot covered in mud, swallowing voraciously without saying a word, and they all wanted to bury their heads in the bowl.
But these people don’t seem to be enjoying food, as if they are fighting, and everyone has a fierce look, like wild beasts protecting food. They all eat enough and dare not think about the next meal.
Gu Xiang blinked, and always felt that the fried meat she bought was probably a loss. For the soldiers in front of her, it seemed that as long as it was normal food, even if it was just a pot of floured vegetables, it was almost the same as the "small fried meat" she cooked.
"Why!"
Gu Xiang couldn't help feeling helpless.
She learned to "fried pork", but she was only a good food order, and she was also a life. If it was equivalent to the food, wouldn't she suffer a lot?
Maybe this is how people in the army eat?
But many people are reluctant to give a food order... Gu Xiang stared at the food order income on the system interface and was quite confused.
She cooks here differently than in the big kitchen. Except for Afeng and a few chefs who helped to do some trivial tasks of washing and cooking, she was the only one who cooked the dishes.
In theory, the food you earn should be several times more than the large kitchen.
If it was the dish she had cooked before and the diners didn't give orders to the food, she could still complain that she was not good at cooking. But she had tasted the fried pork this time, which was really good. Although it was homely, it was countless times more delicious than what she had tried.
She only tasted it and seemed to have discovered a new world.
Such a delicious dish, the soldiers in front of you are so stingy and praising!
Well, it's not the case either.
The old dog gave him enough 15 food spots, which was an unprecedented income.
Several lieutenants who supervised the worker and officials in the river came to eat with the fragrance. These people were also very generous and each contributed several.
She hesitated and summarized her experience - perhaps the soldiers were worried that there would be no next meal, so they were just concerned about filling their stomachs and not having the heart to taste it?
For several days, Gu Xiang started running to the construction site diligently. Not only in the evening, morning and noon, but also in other times, they always come to the construction site whenever they have time. Sometimes they only cook a pot of corn porridge, and sometimes they send a bucket of mung bean porridge.
I make a dim sum every few days. Although the ingredients are limited, I can only make mung bean cakes and red bean cakes, but these days, dim sums with sugar must be attractive.
Not only did I secretly buy two pork orders from the system mall, but I made the stir-fried meat fresh and tender, but I made a few vegetarian dishes crispy and delicious.
The staple food is even more affordable, and it often changes its style. Add chopped peanuts and sesame seeds to the cooked cakes, and the steamed vegetable buns are all in a varied way. It looks white, fat, cute and appetizing.
Then most diners really gave her some face, and the average meal can be 0.6.
Gu Xiang:!???
But Gu Xiang was almost collapsed when he held the spoon and stared at the group of soldiers.
At this moment, people were in the camp, and Zhao Ying, who was still working at her desk late at night, was also doubting her life. After a while of silence, he finally couldn't help but stare at the buns sent by Huotou Camp and exhaled murderous aura.
With murderous auras everywhere, the documents sitting under them were all trembling with fear, always feeling their heads swaying around their necks, a little unstable.
When Li Sheng saw that it was not good, he quickly walked all the way through the eaves and went straight to the construction site. He made a bowl of fried meat and sent it back. When the bowl of fried meat quietly replaced the dish on the table of the National Desk, the ice suddenly felt the ice melting and the spring flowers were blooming.
The atmosphere in the camp suddenly returned to normal. Several documents looked at the prince's meal before he could eat, and they looked at the official documents they submitted calmly and closed them aside.
The clouds seemed to dissipate, and the sun shone on the earth.
Li Sheng went over and whispered to his country's princess - Gu Xiaochu is not in the big kitchen now, so she went to the construction site to cook for the punished soldiers.
In the big kitchen, Gu Xiaochu still has to cook three meals a day, but the Duke also has to eat midnight snacks, so he can only eat Lao Du's skills.
Chapter completed!