Su Xiaolu concentrated on studying, while thinking in her heart about what medicinal food to give to Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian.
A good medicated diet can replace three meals a day. The medicated diet is the normal three meals a day, which can achieve the therapeutic effect and make you eat deliciously and happily.
In general craftsmanship, medicated diet is just medicine.
I wouldn't say it tastes bad, but it's definitely not delicious.
Su Xiaolu looked at the dark medicinal food in the casserole and said with disgust: "Master, the medicinal food you made doesn't look delicious."
The visual impact was a bit big. The person who told him that a well-cooked medicated meal was delicious was his master. Su Xiaolu had some fantasies when he saw old man Wu cooking it himself. It must be a taste enjoyment or something.
But watching the white rice porridge turn yellow and then black, Su Xiaolu's whole body cracked.
She... really can't eat such medicinal food.
Old man Wu angrily stirred the spoon and said: "I am teaching you. Cooking skills can only be understood but not expressed in words. I will add some seasonings later and this will be a medicinal diet. It is not for you to eat."
, why do you dislike it? Zhou Heng ate countless medicinal foods from me before, and he didn’t say it was not delicious!"
Although I frowned a little while eating, it was still eating after all.
Su Xiaolu imagined it for a moment, and silently sympathized with Zhou Heng in her heart. She didn't expect such a thing to happen.
"Don't worry about whether it tastes good or not, just see if it has medicinal properties."
Old man Wu simply shook his face, lowered his face and said coldly, scooping a spoon directly in front of Su Xiaolu.
"Try it and see."
This is not a discussion, it is an order.
Su Xiaolu felt that if she didn't eat, Old Man Wu would be so angry that he would beat her.
It looks dark, but in essence it is rice porridge. You can eat it just the same if you close your eyes.
As soon as Su Xiaolu closed her eyes, she took a bite.
Seeing her looking down upon death, Old Man Wu snorted coldly: "Smelly girl."
"Well... the medicinal properties are just right."
Su Xiaolu's mouth smelled of medicine. She really couldn't describe the taste. It was medicine and rice. It was definitely a medicinal diet.
But it is true that it tastes bad. She is a little depressed. Is it really good to eat medicinal food like this?
"What are you thinking about? If Zhou Heng is not good, do you know that it is hard to find a teacher's medicinal diet? You are really a tricky girl, some of them will be good."
Old man Wu knocked Su Xiaolu on the head and took the casserole down.
Su Xiaolu rubbed his head. It hurt a little. It seemed that the master was really angry.
But she was used to it. Su Xiaolu followed Old Man Wu and asked: "Master, what if you use good things like chicken soup to make medicinal meals?"
She felt that the reason why Mr. Wu’s medicinal diet was not delicious was probably due to the base material, which was boiling porridge with plain water and adding various ground medicinal materials. Finally, some of the medicinal materials were colored, turning the rice porridge black, which made it difficult to look at.
Swallow it below.
If you use something like chicken soup or fish soup, supplemented with medicinal herbs, it might taste very good.
Old man Wu put down the casserole and looked back at Su Xiaolu. He knelt down, took Su Xiaolu's little hand, looked at it and said, "Girl, you have never held a spoon before."
Su Xiaolu shook her head. She had parents, brothers and sisters at home, so it was her turn to help serve the food. They were afraid that she would spill the food.
Old Man Wu's expression softened, and he said: "Come, make a pot of health porridge for the two children of the Sun family. You are very talented in practicing medicine, and dietary therapy is also a part of practicing medicine, but this does not matter
Another craft, it’s a bit complicated, let’s try it.”
Mainly because he wanted to see if his little disciple's food tasted good, maybe she could break the scandal about the bad taste of Minggu diet therapy.
Su Xiaolu was also eager to give it a try. Her cooking skills were pretty good in her previous life, and the old Chinese medicine doctor who raised her liked to eat. She thought she would be good in this life as well.
But Su Xiaolu can no longer remember how good she was at cooking in her previous life. Those memories seem to be fading away, and she doesn't think about it often. She has completely integrated into this place and has completely adapted to growing up.
process.
After getting a new casserole, Su Xiaolu went to wash the rice and prepare some medicinal materials to grind.
Old man Wu was watching from the side.
Su Xiaolu carried the casserole to the small stove and began to guard the pot.
Old man Wu saw that she was presentable and had a smile on his face: "Not bad, not bad. I'll take a rest for a while. When you finish it, I'll bring you a bowl to eat."
Medicinal food is a normal way to replenish vitality and anyone can take it.
Su Xiaolu smiled and nodded, and Old Man Wu went out with peace of mind. He had to deliver the unpalatable pot to Sun Bocheng and his son.
Su Xiaolu was guarding the stove, and soon the rice porridge was boiling. She looked at the casserole, thinking about how old teacher Wu had stirred it just now, so she decided to stir it less and not move for the time being.
After waiting for another cup of tea, Su Xiaolu poured the ground medicinal materials into it.
Not long after, she smelled the smell of paste...
Su Xiaolu quickly stirred the rice porridge with the spoon, and the rice porridge turned yellow.
After another cup of tea, the medicinal meal was ready. Su Xiaolu put out the stove and looked at the medicinal meal with some hesitation. Hers was yellow and looked a little better than black, but looking left and right, she didn't think it was good.
eat.
If she gave this to Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian, would they be able to eat it?
Su Xiaolu took a spoon and prepared to take a bite. She comforted herself that maybe it looked ordinary, but when she ate it, it would be amazing.
She took a taste and vomited before she could swallow it.
"Bah, bah, bah, why is it so mouth-numbing!"
Why is it so unpalatable, like unripe green grapes, so astringent and numb in the mouth that it is impossible to eat even a single bite, let alone a bowl.
Su Xiaolu fell into self-doubt. She smelled the medicinal food. It had medicinal properties and the fragrance of rice was still there. Why did it not taste good when it was eaten together?
Do you want to add some vinegar? And some salt?
She added the seasonings again, but she didn't have the courage to eat it again. The medicinal porridge was thick and yellow, and it looked okay.
Su Xiaolu took the bowl and went to honor the master.
Old man Wu closed his eyes and rested when Su Xiaolu called him out. He took a look and found that he was indeed doing better than him, so he took a big bite without warning.
A strange taste spread in his mouth, and Old Man Wu immediately spit it out: "Bah, bah, bah, stinky girl, you want to harm the master, what is this?"
Su Xiaolu said seriously: "Master, how do you feel about the effect of the medicine after taking it?"
Old Man Wu took a deep breath, why did these words sound familiar? Isn't this what he said to the smelly girl just now?
Although the taste was hard to describe in words, but after recalling the taste left in his mouth, he frowned and said, "The medicinal properties are good."
But it has nothing to do with deliciousness.
Su Xiaolu couldn't help but said: "Master, the delicious food mentioned in the book is probably fake. I followed the steps."