Chapter 60

"I don't know how to make bitter medicine. I'm a cook." Mu Yunsheng hesitated for a moment, clumsily touched Zhao Jin's forehead and comforted him, "I can only make delicious food. Don't worry. "

Zhao Jin didn't hide or catch Mu Yunsheng's hand. Mu Yunsheng felt that his forehead was boiling hot, so he changed the ice patch on his forehead and a facial mask.

With that, she didn't plan to stay in Zhao JinFang and got up and went out. Zhao Jin didn't say anything about her leaving. Of course, Mu Yunsheng didn't expect a patient lying in the bed to get up and see her off. So he just said, "you are well, I will come back with dinner later" and left.

Mu Yunsheng didn't know that with Zhao Jin's willpower, if he had to get up and send off the guests in his illness, he could do it very well.

But Mr. Zhao hasn't been touched on his forehead for many years. Although it's just a touch, his hand is warm and soft, with the smell of food in the restaurant. It's totally different from the touch of ice PA Zi.

In Zhao Jin's mind, he recalled the short conversation just now, only remembering Mu Yunsheng's "I don't want to come.".

She didn't want to come. What do you mean? Is she stressing that she doesn't like herself?

However, Mu Yunsheng is a big yellow flower girl who has not come out of the cabinet. She should know what it means to walk into a man's room without a wife. As long as she came in, when she went out, everyone would think that she was Zhao Jin's person. It's not about business, it's about men and women!

Mr. Zhao had been burning for a day, and his brain was getting worse.

Naturally, he did not expect that Mu Yunsheng had no idea that men were superior to women and that men were inferior to women to prevent them from giving and receiving. What comes into his house is his man? Mu Yunsheng doesn't think so - she is a modern person with nine years of compulsory education, and she doesn't like this.

The comprador followed Mu Yunsheng's orders, but soon he handed in the agreed ingredients.

When Mu Yunsheng returned to the kitchen from Zhao Jin, the comprador was waiting for her respectfully in front of the chopping board: "Miss mu, here are all the things you ordered. Have you bought them all, please order them?"

Mu Yunsheng waved: "no, it doesn't matter if you don't have one or two flavors. If you have one or two flavors, you won't get better faster. Get it! It's none of your business. Go down. "

Judging from Zhao JinFang's attitude towards her, the other party obviously cares about what happened last time. Therefore, Mu Yunsheng is not sure whether Zhao Jin will eat this bowl of medicated food later.

If he gets into bed and can't get out, it's going to be a problem. Isn't it obvious that she asked Mu Yunsheng to smash the signboard in front of Mrs. Zhao and a lot of gossip maids?

After the comprador left, Mu Yunsheng made a stove on his own, heated the casserole, cleaned the ingredients from the comprador and put them into a bowl. Cut the spareribs into sections, beat the meat loose, and throw it into another pot. It's supercooled.

When the water began to boil, Mu Yunsheng put the lentils, red beans, lotus seeds, Smilax glabra, coix seed, Codonopsis pilosula and Chinese yam into the casserole one by one. Then he fished out the ribs in the casserole and put them on the plate.

This dish was not a medicated diet, but a common name called "Quhan Decoction". This dish was originally made by Mu Yunsheng in order to take care of his cold roommate. I didn't expect it would come in handy today.

When making Quhan soup, the most taboo is to add water in the middle, so I would rather not finish it at one time. As long as the lid is covered, I can't add water to the pot. Mu Yunsheng expected that Zhao Jin would not drink too much, so he only put a little water, trying to force out the cold dispelling power of the ingredients to the greatest extent.

When Mu Yunsheng put the ribs into the casserole, the dish was basically controlled by the heat. In modern chefs' opinion, it's not difficult to control the fire, but in ancient times, it's also a very difficult skill to control the fire. They pay great attention to firewood and stove.

After Mu Yunsheng came to this world, he also explored with great concentration for a while, and then he mastered the use of civil and military fire. Mu Yunsheng listened to the sound of the casserole and seasoned it with salt at the right time. When she thought the time was almost right, she turned the heat down.

It's only an hour to make soup. Mu Yunsheng could have gone out for a walk, but when he thought of Zhao Jinwo's hoarse voice on the bed, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient. So he stayed at the kitchen table for an hour, keeping the temperature unchanged.

When there was a gurgling sound in the casserole, Mu Yunsheng saw that the sun should be almost there. He lifted the lid of the casserole and tasted it with a spoon.

Yes, the taste is not much different from what she expected.

It seems that even if she doesn't do it for a long time, as long as she remembers the recipe, she still has the ability to restore the dishes. Mu Yunsheng presented half a pot of fresh soup in a small bowl, picked out a few lean ribs, put the small bowl into the food box, carried it all the way back to Zhao Jin's house.

This time, of course, the bookboy didn't stop her. Mu Yunsheng went into the room, sat down at the head of Zhao Jin's bed, lifted the lid, took out the Quhan soup, patted someone who had shrunk into a pupa in the quilt: "if you don't take the medicine, you can drink the soup, right? There's meat in this soup. I've tasted it. It's not bitter. "In the time she just left, it is obvious that Zhao Jin did not get out of bed or other behaviors.

Mu Yunsheng's shot seemed to wake him up. Zhao Jin poked his head out of the quilt What? "

"Soup." Mu Yunsheng showed him the bowl and spoon in his hand, "you eat, I'll go outside and clean the table for you."

Mr. Zhao, who was about to get up and drink soup after listening to the first half of the sentence, suddenly stopped when he heard the second half of the sentence. He stopped Mu Yunsheng with a hoarse voice, regardless of the fact that he was only wearing a middle coat that was not tied tightly on his upper body: "wait a minute, there is an open account book on the table, which I didn't finish the calculation the night before yesterday Don't move yet. "

Mu Yunsheng also stayed for a while. When he got the reaction, he immediately sat down at the head of Zhao Jin's bed and handed the soup bowl to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin tied his coat on, got out of the quilt, took the soup bowl and began to drink soup. Mu Yunsheng's unusual behavior attracted his attention. He couldn't help but ask, "what happened?"

Mu Yunsheng looked as if nothing had happened: "you drink first, I'll talk to you after drinking."

It has to be said that this bowl of Quhan soup is still very effective. Mu Yunsheng carefully observed Zhao Jin's face when he drank the soup, but he didn't have any strange look. In this way, she was relieved. After all, it was according to the doctor's judgment that Zhao Jin was caught in the cold in the rain that she remembered to make this bowl of soup for Zhao Jin.