Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 449 Delicious
Gu Xiang was not in a hurry to turn off the fire, and called Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi, and asked them to hold a large wooden basin that had been cleaned and dried on the left and right, and leaned down to take long chopsticks to clean the almost blackened but still glued together. He lifted up the residue of medicinal herbs and put them in a basin, and scooped up a large bowl of porridge and placed them on top of the medicinal residues.

"Let's go, send it to your Brother Yang."

Gum!

Wang Yan swallowed, and firmly moved his eyes away.Rubbling desperately in my heart-this is just a bowl of porridge, no big deal!
Although he has no appetite these days, he is not short of porridge, and there are still several bowls of beef on the kitchen stove waiting for him to eat.

There are also those dishes cooked by the chefs when they tried the recipes in the past few days. They are delicious and nutritious. There are also special rewards from officials.

Just these dishes, if he wants to eat them, he can eat them for half a month.

In this way, how could he want to be greedy for his brother Yang's bowl of porridge.

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi walked all the way, the aroma of porridge and rice wafted out slowly with the wind, and many people popped up from every corner of the Yang family.

The soldiers of the Imperial City Division slowly poked their heads out from the trees, the eaves, the house, behind the door, and around the corner.

Zhou Xiaoyi: "Should I ask you to investigate the matter in the future, and if you cook some chicken, duck and fish in the kitchen, you will stop watching?"

Everyone: "...Wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth first and then criticize us, hum."

Zhou Xiaoyi: "..."

There was a fire in Wang Yan's eyes, and he stared at the porridge bowl in the basin. He vaguely felt that the aroma of the porridge was changing along the way. The fragrance and rice fragrance are mixed better, and people can't help but want to smell it, not only want to smell it, but also want to drink it.

He suspected that Gu Xiang's porridge could be addictive.

Just like Divine Doctor Ye said...

"Miraculous Doctor Ye?"

Wang Yan's mind was in a mess, when he looked up, he saw Doctor Ye squatting in front of Brother Yang's room door, gesticulating and writing various words on the ground, and still muttering words.

Before he had time to speak, the door opened and Brother Yang strode out of the room. Wang Yan was startled: "Why did Brother Yang come out? Hurry up and sit down."

Zhou Xiaoyi was also stunned.

Brother Yang hadn't left the door for more than half a month. Don't look at his energy just now, but he felt dizzy after standing for a while, and his whole body felt weak.

Both Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi knew that Brother Yang was the one who didn't like to cause trouble to others. He was always the one who caused trouble for everyone in the imperial city department. Once in danger, he is the one who rushes to the forefront.

How could Brother Yang be willing to show his weak side in front of everyone?
Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi also pretended not to know, and never asked him to come out for a walk.

At this time, Brother Yang's complexion was pale, only his dimples were morbidly red, his eye sockets were sunken, and his forehead was black. Under the sun, he showed a sense of decay from head to toe, just like a tree whose leaves are still green but whose roots are still green. Old dead tree.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his eyes were sore.

He thought he was already prepared.

Brother Yang was sick for a day and a half. They couldn't believe it at the beginning, and desperately sought medical treatment and medicine, and then prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, and now they resigned to their fate. They only hope that Brother Yang can recover well. And spend this last period of time.

They knew what was going to happen, but the pain and sadness would not ease at all. Even every day, they were more painful than the day before, but everyone gradually learned to hide those emotions. He just refused to let Brother Yang see it.

Brother Yang walked out the door slowly, looking at the bowl of porridge in the basin.

The billowing heat steamed upwards, covering Brother Yang's face and blocking his sight, but he didn't even need to look, even if he closed his eyes, some warm images would involuntarily appear in front of him.

There is spring breeze, green grass, and sweet dreams.

He hasn't dreamed for many years, but he can't sleep well. Sometimes he doesn't dare to sleep, and he doesn't want to sleep. There seems to be a big hole in his heart, which can't be filled or blocked. sneak out.

He couldn't remember what was flowing out, and he couldn't stop it, so he could only let it go.

But at this moment, his dream seemed to come back again, and the person in the dream seemed to gradually reveal a beautiful face.

"Delicious."

Brother Yang walked over unconsciously, picked up the bowl and took a sip of porridge.

He scooped out the porridge with a spoon, and the aroma that had already tended to balance exploded again. The aroma of rice, meat, and medicine spread out desperately. Everyone closed their eyes and covered their ears, and only let go of their noses. Keep breathing in.

Zhou Xiaoyi even felt for a moment that taking one less breath of this fragrance would be as uncomfortable as losing a cornucopia.

Brother Yang ate faster and faster, without any scruples about his image, he snorted and pushed the rice grains and thin chicken hearts into his mouth. Although the meat slices were thin, they were not chewy at all. The fragrance of chicken also has a strong sweetness.

As he ate, a trace of intoxication could not help appearing on his face, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, his expression enjoying himself: "This rice is fragrant and glutinous in the mouth, and the chicken heart tastes firm and a little crispy. It is very fragrant, especially when chewed, it is very fragrant."

Where is the use of evaluation?

From Brother Yang's face, both Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi could see endless greed, how could it not be delicious?
Brother Yang finally finished the bowl of porridge, eating up every single grain of rice, then put down his chopsticks and stretched.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Xiaoyi even felt that Brother Yang's complexion, expression, demeanor, and whole spirit had greatly improved.

Doctor Ye snorted: "It's not an illusion, hmph, at least this pulse is much stronger than before. I've watched him for at least a year or so, and he won't die suddenly."

Yang Ge smiled: "I really don't want to die!"

Wang Yan was stunned, and couldn't be happier for a moment. He looked at Gu Xiang, and then at his Brother Yang, crying with joy: "Brother, don't die. If you are alive, I will ask Chef Gu to cook porridge for you every day."

Gu Xiang smiled: "There are so many good dishes, who wants to eat porridge all day long? There is also Yudi who listens to Luomei, as well as roast venison, braised pork, Sixi meatballs, fried fish, and an eggplant to take Eggplant with a dozen chickens."

Wang Yan's saliva splashed all over the floor.

Brother Yang let out a sigh of relief: "I still have to live long enough to eat all of Chef Gu's recipes."

His complexion improved visibly.

Doctor Ye went to take his pulse again, and after looking at it for a while, the expression on his face was strange: "This emotional therapy has such a miraculous effect? ​​Ah, I think this bowl of porridge is enough for medicine, and the remaining half of the pot Don’t eat it, give it to me, I’ll take it back and study it.”

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)