After arriving in the kitchen, Zhang Dafu asked: "Doctor Qin, what do you need to do?"
Qin Haodong said: "The little guy has just been sick, so it's better to eat something lighter. Let's make him some porridge. Is there any eight-treasure rice here?"
"Yes, there are, but they are all uncooked rice that has not been soaked, so it is not suitable for making porridge."
Zhang Dafu despised Qin Haodong again. To make eight-treasure porridge, you need to soak the rice in advance for at least four or five hours. This is common sense that ordinary people know. But if he wants to make eight-treasure porridge directly, he doesn't know how to cook at all!
"It doesn't matter, just give me the rice!"
Seeing Qin Haodong's insistence, Zhang Dafu naturally didn't want to say anything and directly took a small bowl of eight-treasure rice and sent it to Qin Haodong.
Qin Haodong said: "This is not enough. There will definitely be a lot of people wanting to eat later, so we will have to get more."
"Well……"
First Officer Zhang was speechless. He really didn't know where this Dr. Qin got his confidence. The Lin family had already been spoiled by his cooking skills. They didn't like ordinary food at all, so how could they eat the ordinary eight-treasure porridge?
But since Qin Haodong wants it, he can just give it to him. Anyway, he won’t be the one who will be embarrassed later.
With this thought in mind, he reached back and took out another large bowl of eight-treasure rice and brought it over.
Qin Haodong washed the rice and started making porridge. He also knew that ordinary eight-treasure rice needs to be soaked for a period of time, but Emperor Qingmu naturally does not need to do it like ordinary people.
He was originally born with a wood-attribute physique, and he practiced the top wood-attribute skills, so he was very good at controlling plants. The grains in the eight-treasure rice quickly maximized their value in his hands. Ten minutes later,
A strong aroma filled the kitchen.
"It smells so good, it smells so good. Uncle Miracle Doctor, the porridge you cooked is so delicious. When can I give it to Tangtang?"
The little guy stood nearby, looking at the tumbling porridge pot, unable to help but swallow his saliva, and later put a white and tender little finger into his mouth to satisfy his craving, looking like a snack.
"Tangtang, this is very unhygienic."
Qin Haodong said, pulling the little guy's fingers out of his mouth.
"But uncle the miracle doctor, I really want to eat Tangtang!"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine!"
Qin Haodong said, turning off the fire on the stove and taking down the porridge pot.
Zhang Dafu had been watching from the side. When the aroma of the porridge pot wafted out, he was surprised. He didn't understand how Qin Haodong made the ordinary eight-treasure porridge so fragrant?
Watching Qin Haodong bring down the porridge pot, he couldn't help but said: "Doctor Qin, even the soaked rice will have to be boiled for about half an hour before it can be eaten. The ten minutes have just passed and the heat is not yet done, right?"
"It doesn't matter, I have a unique cooking method, and the porridge is ready." Qin Haodong held the porridge pot in one hand and held the little guy in the other and said, "Let's go, let's eat!"
"Okay, okay, finally I can eat something delicious..."
Tang Tang excitedly followed Qin Haodong back to the dining table, his two cute big eyes always staring at the porridge pot, refusing to leave for a moment.
Out of politeness, Lin Zhiyuan and Lin Momo sat at the dinner table without using their chopsticks, waiting for Qin Haodong. Seeing that he came back so quickly, with a pot of fragrant porridge in his hands, a trace of surprise flashed across their faces.
As he spoke, Qin Haodong filled a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, stirred it with a spoon, and transformed a trace of ice energy into his hand to help the little guy cool the porridge, and quickly delivered it to Tang Tang.
He put a spoonful of eight-treasure porridge into the little guy's mouth and asked, "Is it delicious?"
But Tang Tang didn't even bother to answer him. He grabbed the spoon directly from Qin Haodong's hand and ate it himself. His cute little appearance made everyone laugh.
After laughing, Lin Momo felt a little curious again. Is the porridge made by this guy really so delicious? You must know that Tangtang is the treasure of the family. He has eaten all kinds of delicacies from all over the world. He is a picky eater and has never seen her before.
I love eating the same thing so much.
Qin Haodong saw Lin Momo's doubts and filled two more bowls of porridge to Lin Zhiyuan and her, "Everyone has a try to see how my cooking is."
Lin Momo first picked up the spoon and ate a little like a lady, and then she immediately started to move faster. Compared with the little guy, her speed was not much faster than that of the little guy. It was almost like snatching, and there was no trace of iceberg beauty.
Looking at the foodie images of the two beauties, Lin Zhiyuan really despised them in his heart. After all, we are also from a wealthy family. We have never eaten anything delicious, just a bowl of porridge. Is this what it looks like?
While thinking about it, he also picked up the spoon. When the first mouthful of porridge entered his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he started eating in large gulps, finishing the bowl of porridge very quickly.
"It's delicious! It's so delicious! I have never eaten such delicious porridge." Lin Zhiyuan said to Qin Haodong, "Doctor Qin, your cooking is great, can you give me another bowl?"
Qin Haodong smiled and filled Lin Zhiyuan's bowl. Lin Momo also finished the porridge in the bowl. Although her cheeks were flushed and she was a little embarrassed, she couldn't help but pass the bowl in front of Qin Haodong.
Qin Haodong filled her porridge bowl. At this time, the little one became a little anxious. While eating, he shouted vaguely: "Leave some for me! Leave some for me! The uncle, the miracle doctor, must leave some for Tangtang..."
"
Qin Haodong patted her little head dotingly, "Don't worry, there is something for you to eat!"
"Doctor Qin, can you give me a little taste?"
Qin Haodong turned around and saw that the person speaking was chef Zhang Dafu.
Zhang Dafu was full of curiosity. He had never seen the Lin family behave so ungracefully while eating. If Lin Zhiyuan hadn't been worth hundreds of millions, he would have really thought he was a shill brought by Qin Haodong. It was just a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. Was he eating so exaggeratedly?
Because of this, he also aroused his curiosity and wanted to taste what Qin Haodong's porridge tasted like.
"Okay, any advice is welcome!"
Qin Haodong said as he served a bowl of porridge to Zhang Dafu.
Zhang Dafu put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and immediately felt a strong aroma hitting his taste buds, a thousand times stronger than what he had just smelled.
"This is the fragrance of longan, this is the strong fragrance of jujube, this is the sweet fragrance of barley..."
He chewed slowly, enjoying the feast that this bowl of eight-treasure porridge brought to his taste buds. At this time, he finally understood why people in the Lin family were so obsessed with it. The eight-treasure porridge cooked by Qin Haodong was so delicious.
Unconsciously, two lines of hot tears actually flowed down the corners of Zhang Dafu's eyes. Yes, he did cry. He cried because this bowl of porridge was so delicious.
Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Dafu, and felt contempt for him again. He was such a great chef, but he actually cried after eating a bowl of porridge. He really had no future at all.
Although he was thinking this, his subordinates did not stop and soon sent the empty bowl in front of Qin Haodong.
Zhang Dafu also quickly drank up the porridge in the bowl. Although he still wanted to have another bowl, as a chef, he couldn't follow the owner to grab the porridge, so he could only reluctantly put the bowl in his hand on the table.
He didn't understand how Qin Haodong could cook ordinary eight-treasure porridge so well. He stayed with him during the whole cooking process and didn't see any special techniques!
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he said to Qin Haodong: "Doctor Qin, I, Zhang Dafu, have eaten all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas in my life, but I have never tasted such delicious porridge. I am impressed by this cooking skill and thank you for what I just said.
You apologize."
He was truly convinced now. He had just said that Qin Haodong's skills were not as good as his own, but now he realized that he had been slapped in the face.
Zhang Dafu bowed apologetically to Qin Haodong and said, "Doctor Qin, I think you are more talented in cooking. If you are willing, I will recommend you to the Imperial City immediately. With your skills, you will definitely become the top chef in China."
, even the royal chef.”
After finishing speaking, he looked at Qin Haodong longingly, but Qin Haodong just smiled slightly. How could he, the majestic Emperor Aoki, be a chef? Only relatives are qualified to eat the food he cooks.
"Thank you Chef Zhang for your kindness, but I still prefer to be a doctor."
"This... Doctor Qin, please think about it again. It would be a pity not to be a chef with your talent..." Zhang Dafu said unwillingly.
"There's nothing to think about. I just make some food for the little guy. I'm not interested in being a chef."
There was a trace of disappointment on Zhang Dafu's face, and he quickly said: "Doctor Qin, since you don't want to be a chef, can you pass on your skills to me? I am willing to become your teacher!"
Qin Haodong waved his hand and said, "You can't learn my cooking skills!"
It's not that he was hiding something, Zhang Dafu really couldn't learn this kind of cooking skill, and only he, Emperor Qingmu, could use it at that time.
"oh!"
The look of disappointment on Zhang Dafu's face became even more intense, but it was hard to say anything and he quietly stepped aside.
"Doctor Qin, is there any more porridge?"
Lin Zhiyuan raised the bowl in his hand again and asked.
"Mr. Lin, there is no more!"
Qin Haodong said. He had already increased the amount of porridge when cooking it, but he didn't expect it to be eaten up so quickly.
Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but blush when he realized that Qin Haodong hadn't eaten yet.
At this time, the little guy patted his round belly and said: "Uncle Miracle Doctor, the porridge you made is so delicious, I haven't eaten enough Tangtang yet!"
Qin Haodong said: "Tang Tang's illness is just right. You can't eat too much at one time. Uncle will make it for you later!"
"Okay then!" the little guy said again, "Uncle Miracle Doctor, can you send me to kindergarten?"
"Not today. I'll take you to kindergarten tomorrow, okay?"
Qin Haodong did have something to do. He had agreed to be Tang Tang's godfather. This was the first time his daughter asked her father to give her a gift. This was why he had not acknowledged his daughter. He wanted to do it later.
Go out and prepare gifts.
"Okay then, the miracle doctor must keep his word, let's pull the hook!"
The little guy said as he stretched out his white and tender little fingers and hooked Qin Haodong again.
After breakfast, Lin Momo took Tang Tang to the kindergarten, and Qin Haodong also left the Lin family.
Today, Tang Tang's fever reminded him that children with weak constitutions are prone to illness. The best way to change this situation is to cut off the hair and cleanse the marrow, so he wanted to give Tang Tang a marrow cleansing pill.
Refining the Marrow Cleansing Pill couldn't be easier for him, all he had to do was gather the medicinal materials. After leaving the Lin family, he went to the medicinal materials market located in the western suburbs of Jiangnan City.