Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 117 Studying Medicinal Diet

Su Xiaolu concentrated on her studies, while thinking in her heart what kind of medicinal diet should be given to Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian.

A good medicated diet can replace three meals a day. A medicated diet is a normal three meals a day. It can also achieve the effect of diet therapy, and it can be delicious and happy.

And the general craft, medicated diet is just medicine.

Not bad, but definitely not delicious.

Su Xiaolu looked at the dark medicated food in the casserole, and said with disgust, "Master, the medicated food you made doesn't look good."

The visual impact is a bit big, and the person who told him that good food is delicious is his master, that’s right, Su Xiaolu still has some fantasies when he sees old man Wu cooking himself, it must be something to enjoy the taste.

But watching the white rice porridge turn yellow and then black, Su Xiaolu's whole body was cracked.

Such a medicinal diet, she... really can't bear it.

Old man Wu stirred the spoon vigorously angrily and said: "The teacher is teaching you. Cooking skills can only be understood and cannot be conveyed in words. After a while, add some condiments, and this medicinal meal will be ready. It is not for you to eat." , Why do you dislike it, Zhou Heng didn't know how many medicinal meals I ate before, and he didn't say it was bad!"

Although I frowned a bit when I ate it, I ate it after all, right?

Su Xiaolu imagined it for a while, and silently sympathized with Zhou Heng in her heart, but 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 flicked his face, lowered his face and said coldly, and directly scooped up a spoon in front of Su Xiaolu.

"Try it and see."

This is not a negotiation, but an order.

Su Xiaolu felt that if she didn't eat, old man Wu would really beat her in anger.

It looks dark, but it is essentially rice porridge, so you can eat it with your eyes closed.

As soon as Su Xiaolu closed his eyes, he took a bite.

Old man Wu saw how she looked at death like home, and snorted coldly: "Stinky girl."

"Well... the medicine is just right."

Su Xiaolu's mouth smelled like medicine, she really couldn't describe the taste, it was medicine and rice, it must be medicine.

But it's also true that it's unpalatable, and she's a little depressed. How can it be good to eat medicinal food like this?

"What are you thinking, Zhou Heng is not good, do you know that the medicinal food for a teacher is hard to find? You are a really tricky stinky girl, some are good to eat."

Old man Wu knocked Su Xiaolu on the head, and then took the casserole down.

Su Xiaolu rubbed her head, it hurt a little, it seems that the master is 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 for medicinal food?"

She thinks that the reason why old man Wu's medicinal diet is not good should be the problem of the base material, that is, white water boiled porridge with various ground medicinal materials, and the last some medicinal materials are colored, turning the rice porridge into black, which is unsightly to look at. Swallow down.

If you use chicken soup, fish soup and other things, supplemented with medicinal materials, maybe the taste will be very good.

Old man Wu put down the casserole and looked back at Su Xiaolu. He knelt down, took Su Xiaolu's little hand and said, "Girl, you have never held a ladle before."

Su Xiaolu shook her head, there are parents, older brothers and sisters at home, where she could have her turn, at most she would help serve the food, they were afraid that she would spill the food.

Old man Wu's expression softened, and he said, "Come on, come and make a pot of health-preserving porridge for the two children of the Sun family. You are very talented in practicing medicine, and diet therapy is also a part of practicing medicine, but it doesn't matter. Another craft, it’s a bit complicated to say, let’s try it.”

The main reason is to see if his little apprentice cooks well, maybe she can break the scandal about the unpalatable diet of Minggu.

Su Xiaolu is also eager to try it. In her previous life, she was good at cooking, and the old Chinese doctor who raised her liked to eat it. In this life, she shouldn't be too bad.

But how good her cooking skills were in her previous life, Su Xiaolu can't remember much now, those memories seem to be fading, and she doesn't think about it often, she has fully integrated into this place, fully adapted to growing up process.

Taking another casserole, Su Xiaolu went to wash the rice and prepare some herbs to grind.

Old man Wu was watching.

Su Xiaolu carried the casserole onto the small stove and began to guard the pot.

The old man Wu saw that she looked good, and there was a smile on his face: "Not bad, good, go to rest for a while, Master, after a while, you will bring a bowl to Master to eat."

Medicinal food, normal nourishment, anyone can eat.

Su Xiaolu nodded with a smile, old man Wu went out in peace, he had to send that unpalatable pot to Sun Bocheng and his son.

Su Xiaolu guarded the stove, and the rice porridge boiled not long after. She looked at the casserole, thinking that Mr. Wu had stirred it just now, so she decided to stir it less and not move it for now.

After waiting for another cup of tea, Su Xiaolu poured the ground herbs into it.

Not long after, she smelled a paste...

Su Xiaolu hurriedly stirred it with the spoon, and the rice porridge turned yellow.

After another cup of tea time, the medicinal meal was ready. Su Xiaolu turned off the stove, and looked at the medicinal meal with some hesitation. Hers was yellow, which 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, maybe she looked ordinary, but she could be amazed by eating it.

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I took a sip, but before I could swallow it, I vomited.

"Bah, bah, why is it so mouthy!"

Why is it so unpalatable, like the unripe green grapes, the mouth is numb, let alone a bowl, it is impossible to eat a bite.

Su Xiaolu fell into self-doubt, she smelled the smell of the medicinal food, the medicinal properties were there, and the fragrance of the rice was still there, why did it not taste good when it came together.

How about some vinegar? Put some more salt?

She added the seasoning again, but she didn't have the courage to eat it again. The medicinal porridge was thick and yellow in color, and it looked okay.

Su Xiaolu took the bowl and went to honor the master.

Old man Wu closed his eyes to rest his mind, when Su Xiaolu called him up, he took a look, it was indeed better than him, he took a big mouthful unprepared.

A strange taste spread in his mouth, and old man Wu immediately spat it out: "Bah, bah, bastard, you want to harm the master, what kind of thing is this?"

Su Xiaolu said seriously: "Master, how do you feel the effect of the medicine?"

Old man Wu took a deep breath, how come these words are a little familiar, isn't this what he said to the stinky girl just now.

Although the taste is hard to describe in words, but after recollecting the taste left in his mouth, he frowned and said: "The medicine has good properties."

But it has nothing to do with taste.

Su Xiaolu couldn't help but said: "Master, the delicacy mentioned in the book is not true, I follow the steps."