On the fifteenth day of the wedding month, after nearly ten days of rest, Boom finally moved freely again. At this time, he was lying on the bed, undergoing the last procedure before rebirth.
Rikka was seen holding a pair of small scissors, disinfected them with ale first, and then slowly cut the thread on Boom's chest.
The pale pink granulation is uneven. Although Boom's injury is recovering, the scar has become a part of his body.
Although Rikka had expected it, she still burst into tears. But Boom didn't seem to care. In his opinion, he was lucky to be alive.
"Brother, do you still feel pain? Do you want to rest for a few more days?" Liuhua asked.
"It's almost there. I think I'll be fully recovered in a few days. I've just had enough lying down." Boom smiled and reached out to pat the other person's head.
"I've worked hard for you these days. You have a good rest at home today. I'll take care of everything." After saying that, Boom got up, put on his robe, and left carrying the bamboo basket.
But Rikka didn't dare to let Boom go out alone, so she had no choice but to run out of the Wonder House and grab her arm. Boom didn't refuse, because he could survive thanks to Rikka's careful care. p>
"You can tell me what you want to eat today. It's rare for me to cook." Boom and Rikka walked out of the black market and moved toward the market area.
"Really, really really! That person wants to eat stewed chicken, fried fish, beef soup, and honey pickled lemon!" Rikka tilted her little head and said with her fingers.
Boom regrets it now, or he regretted it when he said those words. Rikka has many advantages, but her worldliness is definitely not among them.
But as an older brother, he should cook a meal for his sister, not to mention to thank him for saving his life. So Boom tossed the bamboo basket and looked like a family husband.
"Boss, how do you sell these old hens?" Boom looked at the pile of white chicken and asked in confusion.
He is just an orphan from the royal city. After living with Rikka, he mostly took care of the housework. Therefore, he really didn’t know anything about the prices of these things.
"Five silver coins, young man, seeing that you are a new customer, how about I give you some offal?" The boss's eyes flickered, as if he regarded Boom as a big success.
Rikka beside her wanted to stop her with words, but after thinking about it, she didn't do so. Since Boom said that everything was up to him today, he might as well just be a little princess for a day.
And since you are a little princess, you should look like a little princess. When you are thirsty, you will not leave your hand for juice, and when you are hungry, you will see the sugar cake immediately.
"Drive!" Rikka held a hot meatloaf in her left hand and a large glass of orange juice in her right hand, and was still shouting some vague words.
"What are you driving? I'm not a horse." Boom wiped the oil stains from the corners of the other party's mouth with his sleeves and replied in a dumbfounded voice.
Half an hour later, Boom and Rikka stood in front of the fishmonger, who was cleaning the scales with a look of suspicion on his face.
Although Boom did not waste any money this time, he only asked the other party to clean the scales of the fish, and did not ask him to remove the internal organs. In the spirit of if you don’t tell me, I won’t do it, no fish seller would be kind enough to remind you. p>
Rikka grinned when she saw this. She was becoming more and more curious now, wondering what her brother could make for a table tonight. In other words, whether it could be eaten.
After that, Boom and Rikka bought fresh beef, honey and green lemon. All the ingredients had been bought. Boom did not put these things into Rikka's dimensional space. Instead, he held a bamboo basket in one hand and held it in the other.
The other party.
Although it was only the afternoon at this time, Boom began to get busy after returning to the Wonder House. Rikka stood aside with interest and refrained from uttering a reminder.
The whole chicken was stuffed into the clay pot, and the overflowing water almost extinguished the charcoal fire. Plenty of fine salt was melted into the soup, the ginger was not sliced, and the garlic was not peeled.
Although it smells good, Rikka believes that if he takes just one bite of this thing, he will be killed. And it will most likely cause diarrhea.
But Boom looked at his "masterpiece" and was very satisfied. He slowly lifted it up and simmered it slowly over a low fire. This was the knowledge he learned from the monastery in his early years.
"Expert, my chef brother!" Rikka squinted her eyes and boasted hypocritically.
"That's right, I really thought you were the only one who could cook." Boom didn't look back and was still busy.
Boom, boom, boom! The kitchen knife was flying up and down, mincing the fresh beef until it turned into minced meat. Boom poured it all into the chicken soup, not forgetting to sprinkle in more than half of the bag of corn flour.
Sting, sting, sting! The two fish without cleaning the internal organs slid into the pan, and Boom carefully poured boiling oil on the surface, shaking the pan and turning it over in a serious manner.
Rikka, who couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and left, sitting down on the bed, recalling what else could be eaten in the dimensional space.
Boom worked on the stove from afternoon to evening, and Rikka also changed from rolling on the bed to sound asleep. Looking at his masterpieces on the table, Boom felt that his wounds seemed to have recovered a lot.
"Eat, the moon will come out if you don't get up." Boom imitated Rikka's tone and shook him awake.
"Hmm, brother, have you tried it? Is it delicious?" Rikka stood up and sat across from Boom, asking with a simple face.
"Not yet, isn't this waiting for you to eat together? Let's start the meal quickly." Boom said and took the lead in picking up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.
However, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Boom's face changed from a smile to confusion, and finally became distorted. Rikka's face turned red from suppressing it, and she almost lost her breath because of it.
It tastes terrible, it tastes terrible! Boom's mouth is like a salt shaker now, and there is no delicious taste that he expected.
Not believing in evil, he picked up a piece of fish again, but this time he didn't need to eat it because the organs inside had already explained the problem.
Turning to look at the last dish of beef soup, Boom slowly opened the wooden lid, but quickly closed it tightly.
Rikka brought it over curiously, and saw that the so-called beef soup had already turned into a pile of aspic, all thanks to the corn flour.
"Hahahahaha..." Rikka couldn't bear it anymore and laughed loudly.
Boom, on the other hand, was like a frustrated ball, looking at the other party with a wry smile. It was not until today that he truly realized that he could not live without Rikka, and he also understood the hard work the other party had to do every day.
"Brother, are these the rewards you give to others?" Rikka said with a sinister air like a little fox.
"Wait a minute, I also made honey pickled lemons. I'm really confident about this dish." Boom stood up and brought out a small clay pot and smelled it in advance.
Rikka also approached him curiously. She knew Boom's cooking skills best, and she didn't believe that he could make anything good.
This is exactly what happened. Rikka's smile became even brighter, while Boom's face remained blank.
"Brother, this honey pickled lemon recipe requires slicing the lemon into slices. What do you mean by just soaking the whole one in it?" Rikka patted Boom on the shoulder, and then took out some from the dimensional space.
Dried meat.
"But I've washed it." Boom chewed the dried meat and quibbled in a low voice.