The fire burns strongly.
The mutton pot is indeed a big killer in winter. Gu Xiang also squeezed a large jar of chili oil. These chili are carefully planted in the seeds selected in the mall. They taste excellent when eaten dry. The spicy taste after the oil is pressed can make people saliva three miles away.
Zhao Susu couldn't eat spicy food, but she was so excited that she couldn't help but eat better, and she felt a little sweat on her forehead.
The old dog even put two large spoons of chili oil in a bowl of mutton. He broke the cake and put it in the sauce with the sliced ​​mutton. The cake was made of its own dry food, which was a little harder, but it was rinsed in the soup and sucked it full and sufficiently. He mixed it with chili oil, fermented tofu, beef granules and other ingredients, and ate it in big mouthfuls of meat and cake.
"call!"
The spicy and spicy taste suddenly came, followed by layers of delicious taste, and one layer later it became a thicker layer.
"Beautiful! Tasteful!"
Especially this chili oil is invincible.
Although they were all the base ingredients that the little lady personally matched, the mutton was not all sliced ​​by the little lady. Those kids didn't look bad, but they actually tasted a little bit different.
However, with this chili oil, the bento really turns decay into magic. The mutton slices cut by those kids seem to have a bit of the charm of Gu Chu.
Half a month ago, he couldn't eat any spicy food. He never loved dogwood. When he met the chili oil squeezed out by his little wife, he didn't care about anything.
Gu Xiang picked two chopsticks of mutton for "Zhaodi" to eat.
She only had two chopsticks and didn't dare to do it anymore. Even for this, she was afraid that Zhaodi would not be able to bear it and would have diarrhea again.
Gu Xiang led a lot of people, almost covering all aspects, but this doctor did not.
There are seven or eight pharmacies in Shouling County, and there are many doctors who can consult. They can be famous. The most common ones that are well-known for their medical skills are only two-handed.
As for Guzhuang, there is a rural doctor and a doctor Ling family here. However, they usually walk around the streets and alleys, and wander around the village. It is not easy for the young and old men in Guzhuang to find him.
That's it, Gu Zhuang also looks down on the surrounding villages at this point.
Even though Guzhuang was poor and destitute a few years ago, the wealthiest Dali Village was polite when they met the people in Guzhuang. Even the boys of Guzhuang of appropriate age were not very difficult to marry women in Dali Village.
Medical skills are difficult to learn and become more difficult to master. Most doctors now have family backgrounds. Many doctors actually only have one or two more effective prescriptions in their families. Their descendants rely on one prescription to make a living, which is usually a secret.
Gu Xiang had wanted to hire a doctor at his farm in the morning to come back for a medical treatment.
The village is remote and there are some people on the farm. People often have headaches and fevers. Most of them only ask the old doctors in the village to take a look.
Gu Xiang didn't think the old doctor's medical skills were so bad. In fact, this person had several prescriptions on hand, especially good at treating wind and cold.
Few children in the village suffer from wind and cold. If they get sick, they can only get two bowls of bitter medicine soup, and seven or eight out of ten miles will be cured.
But apart from wind and cold, he could not cure other diseases.
If you really have a serious illness, it can only depend on whether you are lucky. If you have a family background and can cross mountains and rivers to the county town to seek medical treatment, you may be saved.
Otherwise, a miraculous doctor happened to pass by the free medical consultation, that would be a good fortune.
For example, Old Dao Zhang is a living god in these ten miles of villages. Every household dares not say that more than half of the families are offering his tablets of immortality.
Recently, Gu Xiang is in his own village, and the treatment is not much worse than that of Mr. Zhang.
"In the future, I really have to raise a doctor with good medical skills."
Gu Xiang can use delicious food to prolong his life, but no matter how long this life can be continued, it cannot stop getting sick. If people eat grains and grains, they will eventually get sick.
In short, it must be put on the agenda for a doctor.
Gu Xiang stared at Zhaodi and chewed slowly and finished the mutton. Then he looked at the mutton soup that had not been stewed for enough heat, and scooped out a bowl from the pot for the little girl.
This child is called Zhaodi.
Gu Xiang did not have any opinions on the name or how deep it was.
Now this is the habit of the world, and there are several people in the village called Zhaodi.
The elders of these children gave their daughter such a name, so they really wanted to have another male, and they had more or less a sense of favoring boys over girls.
Gu Xiang has come to this era for a while. Gu Laoshi and Jiang love her as much as Goro. At least she didn't see how different her father and mother treat her and Goro.
The couple had already served as much as possible. How could they save the betrothal gifts and how much they prepared for Gu Xiang's dowry, and they didn't even intend to leave a big head for Wulang.
But Jiang talked privately to the aunts and ladies in the village, and there was something in his words and words that would have been revealed if he could have another boy.
Jiang even secretly told the original owner that now there is only one son in the family, and his children are a little thin.
Gu Zhongshi loves his daughter so much. Ask him, if he asks him to choose, he wants a son or a daughter? He may still have to tell the Bodhisattva that it would be best if he could have a fat boy.
There were a large group of Zhaodi, Pandi and Laidi in the village, and a dozen people could respond with a shout. Even so, it was not necessarily that these people really didn’t care about their daughters at all. They just wanted their sons more.
This is the world, and there is nothing we can do about it.
But Gu Xiang didn't want to call these children "Zhaodi".
The little girl held the soup and drank it bit by bit. The soup was cooked until it was not cooked well and it was still very clear. The taste of Gu Xiang's cooking taste was slightly lighter.
Hei Baihua was running around chasing her tail, but when she smelled the smell, she rubbed her head and placed her head on Gu Xiang's knee.
Little persimmon was afraid of the cold and kept snuggling beside Gu Xiang. At this time, he kept drilling into her cloak, revealing only the tip of his little nose and gently twitched.
Gu Xiang smiled and also served a bowl of soup for Big Cute and Little Cute, and took out two bones by the way. The bones didn't have to be cooked too much.
While Zhaodi was drinking the soup, tears rolled down into the soup bowl. She drank a large bowl of soup in one breath and ate a small piece of soaked cake. The little girl's complexion was different from before.
"So, this is how you feel when you have enough food... As expected, as Guazi said, your whole body is warm and comfortable."
The little girl looked at Gu Xiang carefully, and her neck was faintly red, but her skin was too dark on her face, so she couldn't tell whether her face was red or not.
Chapter completed!