The days when I opened a tavern in Zongwu

Chapter 37 Finally no need to eat secretly

When the temperature of the sun rose two degrees higher, Huang Rong stopped practicing and walked towards the kitchen.

Not long after Huang Rong entered the kitchen, Li Changqing also slowly entered the kitchen.

Huang Rong's eyes lit up when she saw Li Changqing rolling up his sleeves and looking at the ingredients as he entered the kitchen.

"You want to cook?"

As soon as the voice came out, Lianxing, who was still in the yard outside, opened his eyes instantly, and then flashed into the kitchen with a "whoosh".

Seeing Lian Xing suddenly entering the kitchen at this time, Li Changqing and Huang Rong, who were about to speak, were stunned for a moment.

Huang Rong knew Li Changqing's cooking skills, so she had such a big reaction after knowing that Li Changqing wanted to cook in person today.

But from the perspective of Huang Rong and Li Changqing, Lianxing only came in yesterday and only learned about Li Changqing's extremely high cooking skills from Huang Rong's mouth.

Now this eager reaction seems a bit intriguing.

At this time, Li Changqing suddenly thought of the pot of stir-fried beef he made for the second time the day before yesterday.

Li Changqing cooked the dishes himself, so Li Changqing naturally knew the weight of the pot of stir-fried beef.

But from the time Huang Rong carried the dishes out and then when Li Changqing entered the main room, it only took a few dozen breaths in total. The amount of stir-fried beef in the pot was reduced by one-third.

I didn't think much about it at the time, but looking back now, Huang Rong alone wouldn't have wiped out so many dishes in such a short period of time.

"Are you greedy?"

As his thoughts circulated, Li Changqing looked at Lianxing with a bit more understanding and teasing.

Lian Xing has a unique identity and is a master in the Grand Master realm.

Lian Xing was admitted to the hospital, to a certain extent, entirely because Lian Xing's strength was too high and it was inconvenient for Li Changqing to refuse.

But even now, Li Changqing is still considering Lianxing's intention of running into his home.

But now it seems that the reason why Lian Xing wants to stay at his home is because of this stuttering.

Thinking of this, the corner of Li Changqing's mouth curled up.

At any time, the unknown is the most worrying thing.

Now that he had roughly guessed Lianxing's intention of running into his yard, the stone in Li Changqing's heart also fell.

Then, Li Changqing slowly looked back and said, "I'm interested. Let's make a medicinal meal for dinner."

Youdao is the origin of medicine and food.

If you want to maintain your health and replenish your kidneys, just drinking the medicinal wine Li Changqing just brewed is definitely not enough.

It is also necessary to cooperate with some special medicinal diets to be able to progress at both ends.

There was no suitable medicine yesterday, and the medicine had been prepared by then, so Li Changqing wanted to stew some medicinal food to supplement himself.

"Medicine?"

Huang Rong next to her raised her eyebrows quietly.

Judging from what Li Changqing said yesterday, medicated food is obviously more demanding and difficult than other dishes, and it can even improve the strength of a warrior.

Huang Rong also wanted to see if the medicinal diet made by Li Changqing was as powerful as he said.

After looking at the ingredients Huang Rong bought today, Li Changqing turned around and went out into the wine room.

When he returned to the kitchen, he already had several more medicine bags in his hands.

Perhaps he also wanted to see how Li Changqing made such delicious food. During the cooking process, Lianxing did not return to the courtyard to continue practicing, but watched from the side.

Huang Rong was even more multitasking, looking at Li Changqing while doing her own thing.

After washing his hands, Li Changqing began to prepare the auxiliary ingredients.

Picking up the kitchen knife, the moment he held the handle with his right hand, an indescribable feeling suddenly emerged in Li Changqing's heart.

This feeling is very strange, as if the knife has become an extension of my arm.

With his left hand, he picked up the freshly peeled ginger in the bowl and placed it on the cutting board. Li Changqing quickly cut it with the kitchen knife in his right hand, cutting it into thin and uniform ginger slices, and then cut them apart. Then shred. After a few breaths, as Li Changqing put all the freshly cut ginger into the bowl, Huang Rong next to him immediately picked up the bowl.

After carefully twisting a few ginger strands and looking at them, Huang Rong discovered that not only were these ginger strands as thin as hair, but the thickness of each strand was actually about the same.

Although Huang Rong's knife skills are also excellent, the most she can do is cut the ginger into thin and even slices when chopping vegetables.

If she wants to be like Li Changqing now, with ginger as thin as a hair and each strand of the same thickness, Huang Rong estimates that she may not be able to do it even if she practices hard for ten more years.

Lian Xing, who was on the side, took a closer look and couldn't help but comment: "As for Mr. Li's sword skills, I am afraid that it is difficult to achieve such a precise level of swordsmanship compared to the top swordsmen in the world."

After saying that, Lianxing couldn't help but glance at Li Changqing's hand holding the knife.

"It's a pity that such a hand is holding a kitchen knife."

Hearing this, Huang Rong couldn't help but nodded.

He actually agreed with Lian Xing's words unconsciously.

Li Changqing was not too surprised by the two women's reactions.

The same knife is used. A killing knife and a cooking knife are both knives. Although they have different purposes, they are used in the same way in many places.

Having mastered master-level cooking skills, Li Changqing has reached a transcendent level in his knife skills.

Even when he acquired the master-level cooking skills, Li Changqing also acquired the knife technique of "cooking the ox and the ox".

Although it is not a martial art, it is particularly ingenious and contains various techniques for exerting force when using a knife.

If Li Changqing's understanding of martial arts improves in the future, he might be able to integrate the sword technique of "The Cooking Ding Jie Niu" into the corresponding sword technique and martial arts.

After a while, after all the ingredients were prepared, Li Changqing placed the hen Huang Rong just bought today on the table.

The chicken has been killed, and the blood and internal organs have been cleaned.

When she came back before, Huang Rong cleaned the chicken immediately.

Now it is naturally easier for Li Changqing to deal with it.

The blade fell on the chicken body, slicing the chicken as easily as it fell on tofu.

The chicken skin that should have been extremely difficult to remove was easily separated under the blade, revealing the delicate muscles inside.

It takes less than ten seconds to remove the skin and bones from a whole chicken.

The action is neat and tidy.

Huang Rong never thought that one day she would be able to feel the words "flowing clouds and flowing water" from people cooking.

Regarding this, Huang Rong couldn't help but murmur in her heart: "If I don't kill thousands of chickens, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice it!"

However, while Huang Rong's focus was entirely on the chicken on the cutting board, Lianxing's eyes fell on Li Changqing unconsciously and it was difficult to look away.

After a while, after placing the chicken in the stew pot at a suitable position, Li Changqing opened the medicine package.

After applying the medicinal powders in several medicine packets evenly to the chicken in different orders, put some medicine in the stew pot as well.

"After you finish cooking, just boil the water again, put the stew pot in the steamer and simmer over low heat for three and a half hours."

Listening to Li Changqing's words, Huang Rong said in shock: "Is this enough?"

In Huang Rong's imagination, Li Changqing would use some special cooking techniques when cooking.

Who would have thought that all you have to do is cut the vegetables and process the chicken.

Li Changqing said softly: "You will know when you eat dinner tonight."

After leaving these words, Li Changqing walked outside.

Huang Rong's face was dark: "I thought I could eat it at noon, but it turned out that I had to wait until evening."

Lianxing smiled softly and glanced at the stew pot placed on the table. The smile in Lianxing's eyes became a little stronger.

"Finally no need to eat secretly."

(End of this chapter)