spn "It's midnight, I'm looking forward to the morning. The twelfth lunar month of winter is killing me..." Luo Qingshan was half lying on the bed, humming a tune, holding a small wooden fish hammer in his right hand and constantly tapping his knees.
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Lu Xiaozhan walked in with a big bag of vegetables. When he heard his godfather singing, he quickly put down the bag and ran over. He shouted with concern: "Godfather, what are you howling in broad daylight?"
Luo Qingshan threw an ashtray over with a bang and cursed: "You heartless little brat, I have arthritis and my legs and feet are throbbing in pain. Are you still laughing at me?"
Lu Xiaozhan dodged away from the ashtray and said with an apologetic smile: "Who said I have no conscience? Didn't I know that you, godfather, were suffering from arthritis, so I specially prepared food for you to soothe your injured old cold leg."
Luo Qingshan looked at the bag and muttered: "What can be eaten to cure arthritis? The brat will be talking about it..."[
Lu Xiaozhan stopped talking nonsense, carried the bag into the kitchen, and poured it into the sink with a splash.
Take a whole piece of pork ribs, wash them and cut them into individual meat bones along the bone seams. Then carefully remove the fat without leaving any on the surface, then cut it into about ten centimeters in length and set it aside.
Get a frying pan, heat the oil, add a handful of white peppercorns, sage, and lemongrass into the pan, stir-fry until fragrant, add water, add the meat and bones, then add a whole head of garlic and more than ten segments equal to the length of the meat and bones.
Cut the sugarcane segments into quarters, cover and cook.
Soon after the water boils, open the lid and skim off the foam. Add a small handful each of wolfberry, angelica root, and American ginseng into the soup, and simmer over low heat.
A pot of medicinal soup has been simmering on the fire for more than four hours. During this time, Lu Xiaozhan took time to go back to his room and sleep for a while. In the afternoon, Lu Xiaozhan got up sleepily and came to the kitchen. When he opened the lid, he saw that the fire was getting ready.
, the meat and bones have been stewed, and the aroma of medicine filled the whole room.
Lu Xiaozhan entered Luo Qingshan's room with a bowl of hot soup, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Godfather, come and try my Hainan style Bak Kut Teh, which specializes in treating rheumatism and wretchedness. I will stew it for you every day from now on."
One pot and a big bowl every day will keep you limber and graceful."
Luo Qingshan sat up slightly, took the soup bowl and took a sip: "Well, this soup is very good..." He raised his neck and drank it all, then rummaged through the soup bowl with his fingers and found out the meat and bones.
Chew it with gusto.
"one more bowl!"
"..."
One month later——
"I don't dare to do that anymore, godfather!" Lu Xiaozhan hugged his buttocks and ran around the room, still yelling for mercy.
Luo Qingshan chased after him with a black and oily rattan whip, cursing: "You little bastard, where are you running away?!"
"Oh! Help! Old man, you are so wicked! After your arthritis is cured, you will have more fun chasing after me, right? Look at me from now on... Oh, stop fighting..."
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Lu Xiaozhan held up his pants and wiped his tears and said: "This soup contains a lot of medicinal materials and pepper, which is very effective for arthritis, rheumatism and so on. If you feel that being chased all over the street by your father is too miserable, then don't make it for him.
Drink, lest his legs and feet are nimbler than yours... Ouch, my ass..."