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Chapter 382 Emperor Porridge ([-])
Tang Yuan woke up in a sudden chill.He blinked, adjusting to the dim light in the warm air.Turning his head, he met a pair of doubtful yellow-green eyes.

Xiao Hei has been paying attention to this strange human being for a long time.Since the master left, this person has been lying in the position that originally belonged to the master and has not moved for a long time.It took so long that Xiao Hei almost thought he was dying.So after confirming that he was not in any danger, Xiao Hei jumped to the side of the pillow, stretched out the cold flesh pad that he stepped on repeatedly on the ground just now, and quietly touched his forehead.

Tang Yuan looked at Xiao Hei expressionlessly, with the unique aura of a superior, Xiao He shrank his neck in fear, arched his body and grinned his sharp long teeth.

"Shut your mouth." A faint voice came out, without any emotion, but with the slightest hint of threat for no reason.

Tang Yuan resumed his supine position, clasped his hands on his stomach, and closed his eyes again.This small bed made it impossible for his long legs to be fully stretched, and the calf was slightly arched with the quilt, but it was the most comfortable time for him to sleep in the past few months.

But this comfort was disturbed by a half-grown black cat.Chef Tang felt a faint displeasure in his heart.

"Galla-gala--" Xiao Hei felt that his status as the overlord of the community was completely suppressed by this man, the key was that he still couldn't fight it!Just the sight of the man made it inexplicably frightened, so angry that the little guy ran directly to the scratching post Yu Jian made for it, and scratched it fiercely, as if this was the man's handsome face...

Tang Yuan frowned at the constant noise, and after a while, the remaining drowsiness was finally wiped away by Xiao Hei's nagging.He opened his dark eyes and slowly sat up straight.

The house is a bit old, obviously it has been a few years.The paint cracked at the joints of the corners, exposing the cement color of the wall behind.The room was not big, but it was tidy. The little girl didn't have too many things, and there were no cosmetics on the table. She just piled up several cookbooks of local dishes.He got out of bed and opened the closet not far away.

Sure enough, there were only a few pieces of clothes, and there was no self-consciousness of a young girl at all.

Tang Yuan sighed, then stroked his forehead and let out a low laugh.There is no need to look outside. When I came in just now, I could feel the desolation of the owner of the house with a quick glance. Except for basic furniture, there is really nothing.

This heart gradually began to twitch again.In the past few months, has Yu Jian lived such a poor life?Tang Yuan sat back on the bed dejectedly, with his hands on his knees, his upper body hanging down, his bangs covered his eyelids, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking...

I don't know how long it took, there was a slight conversation outside the door, accompanied by the trampling of footsteps on the stairs, which finally caught Tang Yuan's attention.

The moment he raised his face, the door opened.The assistant poked his head inside like a giraffe, and saw his boss pose as a meditator like a sculpture, and then... stared at him sharply.

He suddenly felt a chill coming out of the soles of his feet again, and hurriedly pushed the food box in his hand to the hands of the person behind him, and fled: "I... I suddenly remembered that there are still things that I haven't dealt with..."

alright!Let's go!Why did his boss tell him with such a naked expression: what are you doing here?Hurry up and get out!
The assistant jumped down the steps in three steps at a time, and disappeared into the wind and snow like a ghost.It's not only the temperature in Xinjiang that is ten degrees below zero, but also the young heart that was bruised by the boss——

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Without saying a word, Yu Jian put all the things on the table aside, made enough space, and arranged the dishes in the food box one by one.

Concerned about Tang Yuan's frail body, she did not bring back the dishes from the restaurant, but made some by herself, such as the refreshing and green fried shrimp with broccoli, the delicious and appetizing hot and sour lamb tendon, boiled in water and mixed with minced garlic Spinach, stewed mutton leg bones that are soft but still original, and the emperor's porridge that is praised by Brother Ye as a fine nectar.

Tang Yuan took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, and his stomach, which had been without appetite for a long time, made a crisp sound in this fragrance.

Now, Yu Jian couldn't hold back any longer, looked at him amusedly, and shoved the spoon and chopsticks into his hand: "A majestic western food chef can actually make me hungry! It's not shameful to say it out." !"

Tang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, he calmly picked up a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it.Shrimp Q bombs, with the unique fresh and salty taste of the ocean, immediately captured his heart.The dishes made by this little girl are just like her people, and they always surprise people with different things.

"I'm just not used to eating in Xinjiang." He explained irrelevantly.This can't be blamed on him, Xinjiang Province loves spicy food, and the ingredients are mainly cattle and sheep. Isn't it normal that he can't adapt to it all of a sudden?

Yu Jian didn't talk to him too much, she scooped up a large bowl of emperor porridge and put it in front of him, raised her chin, and said, "Drink it all."

Chef Tang was interested in the colorful soup. With the unique curiosity of a chef, he stirred it slowly, followed the direction of the spoon, and noticed the novelty.

"This...isn't rice?"

Yu Jian smiled lightly: "Even though the emperor's porridge got the name porridge, there wasn't a single grain of rice in it. The rice-like stuff in it was made from noodles. Try it, it tastes different from ordinary porridge. "

In a small bowl of noodle soup, carrots, qiamagu and various rich ingredients are added, stewed in clear mutton soup, and hand-made noodles are added. The process is cumbersome and labor-intensive. It is called It is also worthy of the name "emperor porridge".

Tang Yuan gently blew on the edge of the bowl, and took a small sip of the soup. It was slightly sweet and slightly sour. Among them, the unique taste of Qiamagu rushed to his Tianling Gai in an instant, making his eyes Bright and bright.

This is a taste he has never tasted in his nearly 30 years of life. Sour and sweet, fresh and fragrant, vegetables and meat fat, these are contradictory and conflicting tastes, but they can be perfectly blended in a small bowl. Layer after layer of superimposed taste, let him immerse himself in it for a moment, unable to extricate himself.

It is said that the mutton in Xinjiang Province has a smell of mutton, but Tang Yuan's mouth only has the aroma of mutton and mutton oil, without any strange smell.There are also vegetables blended in it, and it is paired with chewy flour. Multiple flavors exploded in his mouth. He took one bite after another, and finished a whole bowl in just a few minutes.

In the dry season of winter in Xinjiang, this bowl of emperor porridge really relieved his fatigue for many days and made him burst out with infinite vitality and strength.

"Another bowl!" Chef Tang wiped his lips proudly, and held out the bowl in front of Yu Jian, with infinite longing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)