MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs-Chapter 6 Homemade Sweet Fresh Bamboo Leaf

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  Chapter 6 Homemade Sweet Fresh Bamboo Lek

   "I also picked some mushrooms and stewed chicken soup with fresh mushrooms tonight."

  Boiling soup is more nourishing than stewing in brown sauce, and it is also suitable for patients. Baicaoshi is now fully taking care of Zhe Yu's condition.

  Bai Xiaoshu volunteered, "I'll boil water to fade my hair."

  When they got home, Baicaoshi poured things out of the basket, and the first thing everyone saw was the little wolf cub.

  Bai Li was taken aback, "Xiao Cao'er, this, this, this..."

  Baicaoshi opened her eyes and said nonsense, "This is a little wolf dog. I was thinking about it. When I am not at home, let it take care of the house and guard the yard to relieve your boredom."

  Bai Li patted his chest, are you sure this is to relieve boredom and not to be frightened?

   "Training, you can protect the courtyard." Zhe Yu said from the side, with a calm demeanor.

  Baicaoshi hugged the little wolf cub, and raised its front paws to let it perform a cute live show, and the little wolf howled.

"Then, I will leave the responsibility of training to you, my husband. Oh yes, I gave it the nickname Fu Bao. But it doesn't feel too domineering, and it doesn't fit its identity. You should give it a good name, Mrs. .” As she spoke, she still winked at Zhe Yu. From the male lead's point of view, Baicaoshi believed that he definitely recognized its essence.

   Zhe Yu pondered for a while, "How about calling Fei Lu?"

"The horse made by Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt." This is a classic sentence in Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array", and it is also a poem that Baicao Poetry likes very much. The original Lu is Liu Bei's war horse. Think of the little wolf called "" The name "Fei Lu" is almost domineering. "Okay, I like it."

   Zheyu took a deep look at Baicao Poetry again. The poems that the little girl blurted out were not inferior to contemporary Confucian scholars. What kind of hidden skills does she have?

  Baicaoshi then tossed the small basket, "Save this hare and sell it in the market tomorrow. Eat half of the mushrooms and sell half." The rest are bamboo tubes.

   "Sister, this bamboo can't be used for fire, it's too wet." Bai Xiaoshu couldn't figure out what her sister was doing with these bamboos.

  Bai Caoshi's eyes turned brighter and brighter, she treasured this thing, "Keep a good drink... drink, I'm sure you like it."

  Zhe Yu noticed that her slender hands had unwiped bloodstains and blisters on their palms.

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  The family is busy and excited about the fresh mushroom and chicken soup.

   Only Baicao Poetry is deserting. Oh no, she is making bamboo leeks. Cut the bamboo tube into about 30 centimeters long section, remove the joints at both ends, split it, set it up, roast it with a slow fire in the middle, gradually the juice flows out from both ends, and the yard emits a burst of sweetness. The juice is held in a pottery bowl, exactly four small bowls. Two bowls are more, two bowls are less.

  Zhe Yu watched the whole process, but couldn't get his hands in. Baicao Shi offered him as an ancestor.

  The bowls at home are not enough, and there is not enough chicken soup filled with bamboo drain.

   "Well, drink the bamboo juice first, then the chicken soup." Baicaoshi said, and gave the juicy bowl to her mother and Zhe Yu, the two young men who drank less.

   "Sister, can this be drunk?" Bai Xiaoshu was not sure, he had eaten bamboo shoots but never drank bamboo juice.

   "Your sister, I can still lie to you. You'll know if you try it." She demonstrated by herself, drinking in small sips, with a particularly satisfied expression.

  Zhe Yu thinks of the vinegar-soaked **** in the morning, and the fresh bamboo leek now, and there is nothing strange about it. Holding the pottery bowl, he wanted to give some of his own to Baicaoshi, but felt that it was too intimate and inappropriate, so he drank it by himself. The juice in the bamboo tube is blue-yellow in color, has a bamboo aroma, and tastes slightly sweet. Even Orieha, who has tasted countless rare wines, also thinks this is excellent.

   "How is it?" Baicaoshi asked expectantly.

   "It's delicious." Zhe Yu drank it all.

  (end of this chapter)