Chapter 117 - Research on Medicinal Cuisine 1

Su Xiaolu focused on learning while thinking about what medicinal cuisine to make for Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian.

Good medicinal cuisine could replace three meals a day. It could achieve the effect of food therapy and could be enjoyed as normal meals.

Ordinary medicinal cuisine was just medicine.

It wasn’t bad, but it definitely wasn’t delicious.

Su Xiaolu looked at the black medicinal cuisine in the casserole and said in disdain, “Master, your medicinal cuisine doesn’t look good.”

The visual impact was a little big. The person who told him that the medicinal cuisine was good was his master. When Su Xiaolu saw Old Wu cooking personally, she had some fantasies. He must be enjoying it.

But as she watched the white porridge turn from yellow to black, Su Xiaolu’s entire body cracked.

She really… couldn’t eat such medicinal cuisine.

Old Wu was so angry that he stirred the spoon and said, “I’m teaching you. Cooking can only be understood but not spread. Later, I’ll add some seasoning. This medicinal cuisine will be done. It’s not for you to eat. Why are you complaining? In the past, Zhou Heng ate many of my medicinal cuisines. He didn’t say that it wasn’t delicious!”

Although he frowned a little as he ate, he did eat, after all.

Su Xiaolu imagined it and silently sympathized with Zhou Heng. She did not expect such a thing to happen.

“Don’t care if it’s delicious or not. Just see if it has any medicinal properties.”

Old Wu pulled a long face and scooped a spoon in front of Su Xiaolu.

“Have a taste.”

This wasn’t a discussion. It was an order.

Su Xiaolu felt that if she didn’t eat it, Old Wu would really hit her in anger.

It looked black, but it was essentially porridge. She should just close her eyes and eat it.

Su Xiaolu closed her eyes and took a bite.

Seeing that she was so unwilling, Old Wu snorted. “Stupid girl.”

“Yes… the drug is just right.”

Su Xiaolu’s mouth was filled with the taste of medicine. She really couldn’t describe this taste. It was medicine and rice. It was definitely medicinal cuisine.

But it was also true that it tasted terrible. She was a little depressed. Could medicinal cuisine really be eaten like this?

“What are you thinking? Zhou Heng is doing well, isn’t he? Don’t you know that my medicinal cuisine is priceless? You’re really a tricky brat. It’s already good enough that you have something to eat.”

Old Wu knocked Su Xiaolu on the head and carried the casserole down.

Su Xiaolu rubbed her head. It hurt a little. It seemed that the Master was really angry.

However, she was already used to it. Su Xiaolu followed behind Old Wu and asked, “Master, what if we use chicken soup or something good to make medicinal cuisine?”

She felt that the reason why Old Wu’s medicinal cuisine was not delicious was probably because of the foundation. It was because of the boiled porridge and various ground medicinal herbs. Finally, some of the medicinal herbs had color and turned the porridge black. It was difficult to swallow just by looking at it.

If he used chicken soup or fish soup with medicinal herbs, it might taste very good.

Old Wu put down the casserole pot and turned around to look at Su Xiaolu. He squatted down and tugged at Su Xiaolu’s hand. “Girl, you’ve never cooked before, right?”

Su Xiaolu shook her head. She had parents, brothers, and a sister at home. How could she have the chance? At most, she would help carry the food. They were even afraid that she would spill the dishes.

Old Wu’s expression softened. He said, “Come, make a pot of nourishing porridge for the two children of the Sun family. You have a lot of talent in medicine. Food therapy is also part of medicine, but this is related to another skill. It’s a little complicated. Come and try it.”

He mainly wanted to see if his little disciple cooked well. Maybe she could break the scandal that Minggu’s food therapy wasn’t good.

Su Xiaolu was also eager to try. Her culinary skills in her previous life were not bad, and the old Chinese doctors who raised her liked to eat her cooking. She thought that she should not be bad in this life.

However, Su Xiaolu could no longer remember how good her culinary skills were in her previous life. Those memories seemed to be gradually fading. She did not often think about it herself. She had completely integrated into this place and was completely used to growing up.

She took a clay pot again, washed the rice, and prepared some herbs to grind.

Old Wu watched from the side.

Su Xiaolu carried the casserole pot to the small stove and started guarding it.

Old Wu looked at her and smiled. “Not bad, not bad. I’ll rest for a while. When you’re done, send me a bowl of it first.”

As for medicinal cuisine, anyone could eat it.

Su Xiaolu smiled and nodded. Old Wu went out with relief. He had to send that disgusting pot to Sun Bocheng and his son.

Su Xiaolu guarded the stove and the porridge boiled not long after. She looked at the casserole pot and thought about how Old Wu had stirred it just now. She decided to stir it less and not move it for the time being.

After another ten minutes, Su Xiaolu poured in the ground herbs.

It didn’t take her long to smell the burning scent…

Su Xiaolu quickly stirred the spoon and the porridge turned yellow.

After another ten minutes, the medicinal cuisine was ready. Su Xiaolu turned off the stove and looked at the medicinal cuisine hesitantly. Hers was yellow and looked a little better than black, but no matter how she looked at it, she didn’t think it would taste good.

If she took this to Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian, would they be able to eat it?

Su Xiaolu took a spoon and was about to try it. She comforted herself that it might look ordinary, but it could be surprisingly delicious.

She tasted it and spat it out before she swallowed.

“Bah, bah, bah, why is it numbing!”

Why did it taste so awful? It was like that unripe green grape. It was so astringent that she couldn’t eat a bite, let alone a bowl.

Su Xiaolu fell into self-doubt. She smelled the medicinal cuisine. It had medicinal properties and the fragrance of rice was still there. Why did it not taste good when it came to one piece?

How about some vinegar? Some salt? She thought.

She put in the seasonings, but she didn’t have the courage to eat it again. The medicinal cuisine porridge was thick and yellow. It looked alright.

Su Xiaolu took a bowl and went to serve her master.

Old Wu was resting with his eyes closed when Su Xiaolu woke him up. He looked at her and realized that she was indeed better than him. He took a big bite without warning.

A strange taste spread in his mouth. Old Wu immediately spat it out. “Pfft, stupid girl, you want to kill Master? What is this?”

Su Xiaolu said seriously, “Master, what do you think of the medicinal effect?”

Old Wu took a deep breath. Why did these words sound a little familiar? Wasn’t this what he had just said to the brat?

Although this taste was indescribable, he recalled the lingering taste in his mouth and frowned. “The medicinal properties are all good.”

But it had nothing to do with the taste.

Su Xiaolu couldn’t help but say, “Master, the delicious food in the book is fake, right? I followed the steps.”