Chapter 87

Although she can eat the food, she always feels that it tastes worse. Even the decent food is somewhat unsatisfactory. It can only be regarded as barely filling her stomach.

She felt that she was smarter than her peers since she was a child. No matter what she learned, she could get started quickly, but only in cooking, she fully realized what clumsiness is.

She inherited her mother's beautiful appearance and intelligent mind, and even her mother's good luck and sensitivity.

Unfortunately, she just didn't inherit her mother's good cooking skills. Even if she grew up with her mother and saw her mother's cooking steps countless times, she just couldn't make delicious food.

Even relying on high IQ is useless. This is her weakness. After several attempts and confirmation that she really doesn't have that talent, she has completely lost the fun of cooking and doesn't spend time and energy on this aspect.

However, it's a pity that her mother's cooking skills were, and she didn't contract them together.

"Processed medicinal materials?" Granny Zhang was surprised and confused.

Qin Yiling pointed to the medicine being sliced on the chopping board, "yes, I happened to see it when I went down the mountain today, so I dug it back."

Although she is not good at cooking, she is quite good at processing medicinal materials. She majored in pharmacy, mainly relying on medical equipment to extract the components of medicinal materials and refine them into drugs.

However, she was very interested in the processing of traditional Chinese medicine for some time and did in-depth research, so she can do the basic processing technology.

"Grandma Zhang, this is called bamboo ginseng. Please use this bamboo ginseng to make soup and give it to Yan Ze at night. He is hurt. It's good to drink this."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang immediately became cautious, "OK, OK, I'll do it well."

Then, after carefully asking about the eating practice and curative effect of bamboo ginseng, Mrs. Zhang started to do it.

Qin Yiling took half of the bamboo ginseng slices to Mrs. Zhang to make soup, and the rest was used to make wine. The effect was also very good.

In this way, Qin Yiling worked in the kitchen for more than an hour. After looking at the time, it was more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

Mrs. Zhang had already started making soup. Now she began to cook dinner, but Yan Ze had not returned. Qin Yiling calculated the time. He had been out for two hours. She couldn't help pacing to the gate of the house.

Who lives in the yard next door? It seems to be an ordinary farmyard, about 100 meters away from Yan's house.

I don't know what to do. After talking for so long, Qin Yiling stood curiously at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the nearby courtyard.

It happened that the door of the courtyard over there opened and Yan Ze came out.

Qin Yiling was about to wave his hand, but he saw a young girl coming out behind Yan Ze, dressed very plainly, with two big braids, slightly lowered her head, and a shy look?

Qin Yiling took back his greeting hand, put his hands around his chest and leaned against the gate. He looked at a pair of men and women not far away who seemed to be talking. His eyes were full of interest in watching good plays.

I'm afraid she's in vain. Look at others. She's proud!

It seemed that Yan Ze suddenly turned his head and looked at Qin Yiling.

Qin Yiling safely maintained the status quo and did not respond. He saw Yan Ze quickly say a word to the girl and rush towards himself.

Hum, big pig hoof!