Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 794 Guaranteed Nutritious and Delicious (One More)

Originally planned to go to the military camp in two days, but the next morning, Yang Ruoqing just finished washing and opened the door.

A figure was sitting on the threshold, dozing off with it, his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

She slammed open the door of the house, but the man was not on guard, and with a 'bang' on his back, he fell at her feet.

"Uncle Bai?"

She was surprised.

"Uncle Bai, why did you come here this early in the morning?"

She asked, then leaned over and helped Bai Laowu up from the ground.

This fall, Bai Laowu also woke up.

He let go of her hand and got up from the ground, ignoring the ashes on his body.

"If it wasn't for the barracks not being allowed to go out at night, I would have come in the middle of the night!" he said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and immediately guessed something.

She smiled and asked, "In such a hurry, what does Uncle Bai have to tell Qing'er?"

Bai Laowu said: "I ate the meat you fried at noon yesterday, so I couldn't eat half a mouthful at night, and I tossed and turned all night without getting a good night's sleep!"

"Ah? Could it be that my fried meat made Uncle Bai's stomach break? That's really my sin..." Yang Ruoqing said.

"no no!"

Bai Laowu waved his hand hurriedly, interrupting Yang Ruoqing's words.

His eyes were wide and round, and there was obvious excitement and flushing on his bearded face.

"It's Qing'er that the dishes you made are so delicious, eating those dishes in your mouth at night is like chewing wax, it's hard to choke!" Bai Laowu said sadly.

When she was frying the meat, he watched the whole process by the pot.

At night, he followed her method and steps, and he fryed in the same way.

However, the taste is very different!

"No, I waited all night, and I finally came to look for you in the morning."

"Hao Qing'er, let's cook the dish from yesterday for Uncle Bai again, will it work?"

Seeing Bai Laowu's anxious look in his eyes, Yang Ruoqing smiled secretly.

Fish, hooked.

"Uncle Bai likes Qing'er's craftsmanship. This is Qing'er's blessing. Qing'er is naturally willing to show her ugliness again."

Yang Ruoqing said cheerfully.

Hearing that she agreed, Bai Laowu grinned widely, stroking his palms together.

In that way, it is no different from a half-year-old child, and it does not seem to be attached to his tall and burly body.

"but--"

Yang Ruoqing changed the conversation, "Eating such a heavy-flavoured fried meat in the early morning is not good for your body. Uncle Bai, why don't I come and make you two breakfast snacks, okay?"

Bai Laowu nodded again and again: "Okay, as long as you make it, I will taste it!"

Yang Ruoqing gave the innkeeper some money and borrowed the small stove in the backyard of the inn.

I originally wanted to go to the town's tile market to buy some ingredients and come back, but I can see Bai Laowu's impatient look.

"It's too troublesome to go out to buy ingredients. I'd better take a little from the cook at the inn and count the money for them."

She discussed with Bai Laowu.

Bai Laowu nodded again: "Okay, I will pay for the ingredients."

Yang Ruoqin smiled: "That can't be done, this is my honor to Uncle Bai, and it doesn't cost a lot of money for a single ingredient."

Having money works well.

Soon, she took a handful of small green vegetables, an egg, two potatoes, an appropriate amount of wheat flour, oil, salt, sugar, onion, and garlic from the inn cook.

Back in the small kitchen, Bai Laowu looked at the ingredients in Yang Ruoqing's hands and was surprised.

"I don't have rice grains to make porridge for breakfast. Can this stuff fill my stomach?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook the ingredients in her hand: "Guaranteed to be nutritious and delicious, but also full!"

Bai Laowu smiled and stopped asking, "Uncle Bai help you make a fire!"

Yang Ruoqing was not rigid, and nodded readily: "Okay!"

Then, Bai Laowu made a fire, and she began to pick it up.

Wash the potatoes and steam them in a pot.

Here, she washed the small greens, onion, ginger and garlic, cut them into pieces and put them aside.

Beat the eggs evenly and set aside.

Bai Laowu threw firewood into the stove, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the heat slowly escaping from the edge of the lid.

"Seeing this potato reminds me of my youth," he said.

"At that time, I was about the same age as Luo Xiaozi, and I went to war with a master."

"Hey, once we were trapped in one place, we were running out of food and grass, and we depended on this potato to save our lives twice a day!"

"Steam potatoes, boil potatoes, roast them on a fire, bury them in the soil and bake..."

"Hey, those days were so hard, so bitter. In my dreams, I was eating potatoes. After a long time, I felt uncomfortable when I saw potatoes."

"But now that I look back on that time, I can't forget it for the rest of my life..."

While working, Yang Ruoqing listened carefully to Bai Laowu's memories of the past.

Between the lines of his words, she could feel his lingering nostalgia and nostalgia.

"Uncle Bai, you are not old now. You are in your early thirties, so why are you talking so sadly?"

When he didn't speak, she smiled and joked.

Bai Laowu raised his head and laughed twice.

He shook his head and said, "Old man, it's not just about his body, but this..."

Where he pointed was his heart.

Yang Ruoqing was startled.

His gaze fell on Bai Laowu's face again.

The man and Yang Huazhong should be about the same age, just in their prime.

If the beard on this face is shaved off, then wash your hair, straighten it, and change out of the dirty, greasy clothes.

Looking at the bridge of the nose with thick eyebrows and big eyes, it should be a middle-aged uncle.

"Uncle Bai, don't worry, you will be happy when you have breakfast made by Qing'er."

She said with a smile, and followed his gesture to point to the position of her heart.

"The things that Qing'er does have a magic power that can make people happy and rejuvenate their youth and vitality!" she said.

"Haha, seriously?"

Bai Laowu was also amused.

"If the food you cook really makes Uncle Bai forget his worries, Uncle Bai will definitely satisfy you with one condition in return!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers: "Okay, then it's a deal."

The potatoes in the pot are steamed.

She took it out, let it dry, and when the temperature dropped a little, mashed the potatoes with a rolling pin.

"Isn't it steamed potatoes?" Bai Laowu asked, poking his neck.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Steamed potatoes don't taste good, I use them to make potato pancakes."

"Can potatoes make cakes?" He was even more curious.

"As long as you have the heart, you can make cakes of anything!" she said.

As he spoke, the movements of his subordinates remained undiminished.

Wheat flour, egg custard, and chopped greens are placed in a large bowl with mashed potatoes along with chopped garlic.

Considering that Bai Laowu has a strong taste, after she let go of the salt star, she also put a little spicy powder.

"Uncle Bai, the pot can be heated." She reminded.

"okay!"

Bai Laowu was fascinated by the sight, and when he heard the words, he quickly retreated and stuffed a handful of firewood again, then stood up and continued to watch.

(End of this chapter)