Originally, he planned to go to the military camp in two days, but the next morning, Yang Ruoqing had just finished washing and opened the door of the room.

A figure was sitting on the threshold, dozing like that, with his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

She opened the door suddenly, but the man didn't pay attention. He threw his back with a bang and fell at her feet.

"Uncle Bai?"

She was surprised.

"Uncle Bai, why are you here so early in the morning?"

She asked, then leaned over and helped Bai Laowu up from the ground.

After this fall, Bai Laowu also woke up.

He let go of her hand and climbed up from the ground, not even bothering to dust himself off.

"If the military camp hadn't allowed people to go out at night, I would have come in the middle of the night!" he said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and then guessed something.

She smiled and asked: "It's so urgent, what does Uncle Bai want to tell Qing'er about?"

Bai Laowu said: "I ate the fried meat you cooked at noon yesterday. I couldn't eat even half a mouthful of it at night. I tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep well!"

"Ah? Could it be that the meat I fried made Uncle Bai feel sick? That's really my fault..." Yang Ruoqing said.

"no no!"

Bai Laowu waved his hands hurriedly, interrupting Yang Ruoqing's words.

His eyes were wide open, and his bearded face showed obvious excitement and flushing.

"It's Qing'er. The dishes you made are so delicious. Those dishes are just like chewing wax in your mouth at night, and it's hard to choke!" Bai Laowu said sadly.

When she was frying the meat, he was watching from the side of the pot.

At night, he followed her method and steps and cooked in the same way.

However, the taste is very different!

"No, I waited all night and finally came to find you at dawn."

"Hao Qing'er, can I cook yesterday's dish for Uncle Bai again?"

Seeing Bai Laowu's anxious look, Yang Ruoqing smiled to herself.

The fish is hooked.

"Uncle Bai likes Qing'er's craftsmanship. This is Qing'er's blessing. Qing'er is naturally willing to make a fool of herself again."

Yang Ruoqing said happily.

When he heard her promise, Bai Laowu smiled happily and put his palms together.

He looked like a half-grown child, totally different from his tall and burly body.

"but--"

Yang Ruoqing changed the subject, "Eating such strong fried meat so early in the morning is not good for your health. Uncle Bai, how about I make you two early snacks, okay?"

Bai Laowu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, as long as it's made by you, I want to taste it!"

Yang Ruoqing gave the innkeeper some money and borrowed the small kitchen in the backyard of their inn.

I originally wanted to go to the Wa Market in town to buy some ingredients, but I saw Bai Laowu looking impatient.

"It's too troublesome to go out and buy ingredients. I'd better just grab some from the inn cook and pay them together."

She discussed with Bai Laowu.

Bai Laowu nodded again: "Okay, I'll pay for the ingredients."

Yang Ruoqin smiled: "That's not possible. This is my filial piety to Uncle Bai. It doesn't cost a lot of money for a few ingredients."

Money makes things easier.

Soon, she got a handful of green vegetables, an egg, two potatoes, an appropriate amount of wheat flour, oil, salt, sugar, onion, garlic and other seasonings from the inn cook.

Back in the small kitchen, Bai Laowu looked at the ingredients in Yang Ruoqing's hand and was surprised.

"There are no rice grains to make porridge for breakfast. Can this little thing fill my stomach?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook the ingredients in her hand: "Guaranteed to be nutritious, delicious, and full!"

Bai Laowu smiled and asked no more questions, "Uncle Bai will help you light the fire!"

Yang Ruoqing was not rigid and nodded readily: "Okay!"

Then Bai Laowu lit a fire and she started to clean it up.

Peel and wash the potatoes and steam them in a pot.

Here, she washed the green vegetables, onions, ginger and garlic, chopped them into fine pieces and set them aside.

Beat the eggs evenly and set aside.

Bai Laowu threw firewood into the stove and squinted his eyes as he watched the steam slowly rising from the edge of the pot lid.

"Seeing these potatoes reminds me of my youth," he said.

"At that time, I was about the same age as Mr. Luo, and I followed a master to fight in the north and south."

"Hey, once we were trapped in a place and our food and grass were almost at the bottom. We relied on these potatoes to save our lives for two meals a day!"

"Steam potatoes, boil potatoes, bake them on the fire, bury them in the soil..."

"Hey, those days were so hard. In my dreams, I was eating potatoes. It took a long time after that. I felt uncomfortable when I saw potatoes."

"But now when I think back to that moment, I can't forget it for the rest of my life..."

While Yang Ruoqing was working, she listened carefully to Bai Laowu's recollection of the past.

From the lines in his words, she could feel his lingering nostalgia and attachment.

"Uncle Bai, you are not old now. You are in your prime of life in your early thirties. Why do you speak so sadly?"

When he stopped talking, she smiled and joked.

Bai Laowu raised his head and laughed twice.

He shook his head and said: "When you grow old, it's not just about your body, it's about this..."

Where his finger points is his heart.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

His eyes fell on Bai Laowu's face again.

The man and Yang Huazhong should be about the same age, in their prime.

If you shave off the beard on this face, wash and comb your hair, and change out of this dirty and greasy clothes.

Looking at the thick eyebrows, big eyes and straight nose bridge, he must be a middle-aged handsome man.

"Uncle Bai, don't worry. You will definitely be happy after eating Qing'er's breakfast."

She said with a smile, and imitated his gesture and pointed to her heart.

"The things Qing'er makes have a magical power that can make people happy and rejuvenate their youth and vitality!" she said.

"Haha, are you serious?"

Bai Laowu was also amused.

"If the food you cook can really make Uncle Bai forget his worries, Uncle Bai will definitely satisfy one of your conditions in return!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers: "Okay, then it's settled."

The potatoes in the pot are steamed.

She took it out and let it dry for a while. After the temperature dropped a little, she used a rolling pin to mash the potatoes.

"Aren't you going to eat steamed potatoes?" Bai Laowu asked, leaning his neck.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Steamed potatoes are tasteless, so I use them to make potato pancakes."

"Can potatoes be used to make cakes?" He was even more curious.

"As long as you have the will, you can make cakes of anything!" she said.

Even as he spoke, the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

Put wheat flour, egg custard, chopped green vegetables and garlic into a large bowl with mashed potatoes.

Considering that Bai Laowu has a strong taste, she added a little extra chili powder after leaving out the salt star seeds.

"Uncle Bai, it's time to heat up the pot." She reminded.

"okay!"
Chapter completed!