Chapter 3：

When Tang Qiaoqiao was in the realm of cultivation, the master chef used her to round up the meals of hundreds of people. For those Taoists who have not yet bigu, food is also part of their cultivation, and the iron spoon made of thousand-year-old profound iron can provide them with a steady flow of spiritual energy through food.

Although she is no longer a big iron spoon now, she spreads her hands, Yingying spirit leaps into her palm.

She gathered the aura of her hands together and turned into the shape of an iron spoon.

Reiki rubbed her palm affectionately as if consciously.

"With you by my side, I feel relieved."

Aura jumped twice with joy, and Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and retracted his palm.

Tang Qiaoqiao pondered the ingredients in a refrigerator, took out a small slap-sized pumpkin, peeled it and dug the sac, cut it into pieces and steamed it in the pot. I took another handful of yellow-orange-orange millet, washed it, added water, and poured it into a casserole, and boiled it slowly over a small fire.

With the staple food, Tang Qiaoqiao began to make porridge dishes.

She saw white porridge, egg shreds and green vegetables in the food thrown away by Shen Yue's door. She could see that Wang's mother followed the patient's principle of light eating, but Shen Yue didn't move a bite.

He has a fever now, and there must be no taste in his mouth, and it should not be too light, otherwise it is estimated that he will not be able to stimulate his appetite.

Tang Qiaoqiao found a piece of old tofu in the refrigerator, so let's make a pan-fried tofu ball.

Crush the old tofu, beat two eggs, add a little flour, sprinkle a little pepper and chives to taste, and keep stirring in one direction until it becomes tangy.

Rub the tofu paste into small balls, then slightly flatten them with your palms. When the oil pan heats up, fry them until golden on both sides.

With the sound of sizzling, a burnt scent filled the kitchen.

"It smells so good." In fact, Wang's mother has been waiting outside, for fear that this new lady will not accidentally burn the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, I waited and waited, but instead waited for a tempting fragrance.

"Come on, taste it."

Tang Qiaoqiao has fried three or four tofu **** on the plate.

Mother Wang waved her hand again and again: "No, no, this is for the husband."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "He can't eat so much."

She said that she freed up one hand, picked one up and put it in the mouth. The outside of the Yuanzi is burnt and crispy, and the tofu inside is tender and juicy. It still retains the heat when it comes out of the pot, and it is slightly hot.

Tang Qiao Qiao took a few breaths and motioned with his eyes to Ma Wang to taste it quickly.

The more you chew, the more fragrant it gets. The spiciness of the pepper arouses the unique fragrance of tofu.

Wang Ma swallowed, and finally couldn't help breaking her own rules, and took another pair of chopsticks and tasted one.

She widened her eyes immediately. Is this the old tofu she usually buys? Why is it not a taste at all to do it with her herself?

It's absolutely amazing!

"It's so delicious." Mother Wang sighed sincerely. This time she really believed that cooking is the wife's way of doing business.

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled crookedly. She has two great pleasures in her life now, one is cooking, and the other is being a fragrant and soft girl.

Now it seems that it is not difficult.

After the pan-fried tofu **** were prepared, Tang Qiaoqiao washed a handful of fresh green bean sprouts, green onions and dried peppers until fragrant, stir fry the bean sprouts in a pot over high heat, add a spoonful of balsamic vinegar, and stir a few times.

The small pumpkins are already steamed and mashed into a puree with a spoon. At this time, the millet porridge has a layer of fine rice oil. Pour the pumpkin puree into the millet porridge and stir evenly, then continue to cook for a few minutes, and a millet pumpkin porridge is complete.

Wang Ma felt that she didn't do anything, and even ate the master's food, feeling a little guilty, so she stepped forward and said, "Madam, let me take it."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "No, I'll do it myself."

Shen Yue half leaned on the bed, his stomach was empty, and there was a burst of colic from time to time, but there was no taste in his mouth, and the smell of the food served by the servant only made him feel sick.

At this moment, a faint smell came from downstairs, and his stomach was even more uncomfortable. I don't know what tricks the woman is doing?

"Boom, boom." A knock came from outside the door.

"It's me, I'm here."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the door in without waiting for him to reply.

Shen Yue said coldly: "Who allowed you to come in?"

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't want to have a problem with him anymore, put the food on the table, walked to the window and opened the curtain.

"Why are you still closing the curtains, saying that you need to breathe in the sun, which is good for your body."

As soon as the curtains were opened, the bright sun spilled through the glass into the whole room. Shen Yue stayed in the dark for a long time, and was suddenly stabbed by the sunlight so that he couldn't open his eyes. It took a long time to slow down.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Tang Qiaoqiao's face fell in front of him.

The woman's slightly damp hair was draped softly on one side, her plain face was white and red, her black grape-like eyes blinked, and she could smell a fruity scent when she got close.

Tang Qiaoqiao waved his hand in front of him: "What are you in a daze?"

Shen Yue gave a dry cough and turned his head: "What are you doing again?"

"Give you food, I made it myself."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the millet pumpkin porridge, pan-fried tofu **** and vinegar sprouts to him.

Shen Yue raised his eyelids and took a look. Is this the scent he just smelled? Is she cooking downstairs to cook for herself?

No, he didn't believe that she would suddenly be so kind.

"Who knows if the food you cook is poisoned?"

"You are the heart of a villain to save the abdomen of a gentleman."

"I'm the villain, no one asked you to cook for the villain," although the scent of the food continuously burst into the tip of his nose, his hand under the quilt gently pressed his stomach, and said, "Take it away."

Tang Qiaoqiao will not easily admit defeat: "I won't, if I take it away, it seems like I am guilty of conscience, watch."

She tasted every dish in front of Shen Yue.

"You can rest assured."

Cooking for him kindly, but being so jealous, Tang Qiaoqiao whispered in a slightly resentful tone: "At least he is a seven-foot man, why is he so caressing and narrow-minded?"

Shen Yue closed his eyes and said, "Bachi."

"what?"

"Bachi."

Tang Qiaoqiao froze for a moment, and chuckled: "You mean you are an eight-foot man, not a seven-footer? Hahaha, so you mind this."

This is the **** self-esteem of a man.

Shen Yue's face was sullen, and he wouldn't care if she hadn't shut up the "seven-foot man".

Tang Qiaoqiao laughed enough and looked at Shen Yue from start to finish. Although his body is thin now, he can see that he is slender and should be no less than 185.

"Qichi is just a general term. Besides, is the length of a man important?"

Shen Yue glanced at her coldly: "Important."

Tang Qiaoqiao nodded thoughtfully: "Since you still have this self-esteem, it means that you don't want to die at all. If you don't want to die, you should eat."

She held up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth: "May I feed you?"

Shen Yue wanted to refuse, but when the pumpkin porridge was handed to his eyes, the slight sweet scent made him feel that his stomach was about to break.

He was silent for a moment: "I ate it myself, and changed other chopsticks and spoons."

Don Qiaoqiao:...

The son-in-law is poor and exquisite, but fortunately, she brought an extra set of tableware.

"Eat it."

Shen Yue slowly tasted the porridge, the millet pumpkin porridge was thick and soft. The scent of millet and the sweetness of pumpkin merged together. After a sip, it seemed like a warm stream from his throat to the bottom of his stomach. His cramping stomach finally eased.

Pan-fried tofu **** are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The mellow aroma of tofu awakens his long-lost taste buds, and the aftertaste is endless.

The crispy bean sprouts are very refreshing in the mouth, and the sour and refreshing taste makes his mouth swell, and he picks up chopsticks after chopsticks unknowingly.

Shen Yue felt that his stomach had finally come back to life. Since the car accident, he hadn't eaten it so fragrantly before, but it was clear that all he had in front of him was some porridge and small dishes.

Is this really what she did?

As soon as he looked up, the cook kept his mouth open. Tang Qiaoqiao ate the tofu **** she had just tasted.

Her white tender face bulged with chewing, like a hamster stealing food.

Seeing her eating, Shen Yue seemed to have more appetite. When he reacted, the dishes on the dinner plate were empty.

Looking at the empty dishes, Tang Qiaoqiao smiled. This was the best compliment.

This woman won't be overwhelmed just because I ate a little bit of her food, and she doesn't know who she is anymore. Shen Yue pushed the dinner plate forward and said fiercely: "It's unpalatable, take it away."

"I finally saw what duplicity is." Tang Qiaoqiao was angry.

After all, she stood up, reached out and quickly touched his forehead, and then touched her own.

"Retire some fever, and rest and rest and it's okay." Her aura is not more than enough to treat a simple fever.

Shen Yue's whole body relaxed, as if the big rock on his body suddenly disappeared, and his mood was a little better. Tang Qiaoqiao touched his forehead again. He didn't even turn back for the first time. He just closed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep, you go out."

"Eat and sleep, sooner or later it will become a pig's head." Tang Qiaoqiao murmured inwardly.

Tang Qiaoqiao returned to the first floor with a dinner plate. Mother Wang stepped forward and said, "Madam, there was a call just now, saying that it was your agent, and asked you to call him back quickly. There is something urgent."

Oh, I almost forgot, she is still a female star in the entertainment industry.

The author has something to say: Tang Qiaoqiao: "Does length matter?"

Shen Yue: "It's important, and speed is also important."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "I don't understand."