black belly son god doctor mother

Chapter 223
On the other side, Xiao Mo brought something to the table, and the three vegetarian dishes, which were delicious in color and flavor, seemed to whet the appetite.

"Xiaomo, who did you learn this skill from? But it's better than the chef in Zuixianglou." Lou Xiaoyi admired from the bottom of her heart.

After serving the dishes, Xiao Mo wiped his hands and said, "It's natural, but my mother can fry all the dishes, so it must not be from my mother. I have felt since I was a child that my dead father must be a cook!"

Xiao Mo said seriously, and said that Lou Xiaoyi also believed it a little bit.

"Do you know if there is any famous cook in the Imperial City? He died six years ago." Xiao Mo looked at Lou Xiaoyi, wanting to get some clues from Lou Xiaoyi.

After Lou Xiaoyi heard this, she also frowned and thought, "Six years ago... I haven't heard of it. I can ask Mr. Yue when I have time, maybe he knows!"

Xiao Mo quickly clapped his hands and said, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it, Mr. Yue might know!"

Lou Xiaoyi also put the food that Xiaomo brought out just now into the food box, this time Lou Xiaoyi brought a bigger food box.

There is no other reason, all because of her mother who loves to eat.

Originally, she was not interested in hearing that Lou Xiaoyi was a vegetarian every day, but she was afraid that Lou Xiaoyi would starve, so she came to visit her yesterday.

After seeing it, I tried to serve it, and I couldn't stop after trying it.

Lou Xiaoyi was afraid that her mother would steal all the food from her, so she brought a bigger food box and put all the food in it.

When Lou Xiaoyi came here before, he could only pour part of it, but now he pretended it all.

Xiao Mo didn't bother to care about it, anyway, it's okay to be a vegetarian.

After Lou Xiaoyi packed the dishes, she covered the food box. She recalled with some emotion, "In the past, my father also made a small dish for my mother to please my mother. Every time my mother thought of it, , I think it is the best delicacy in the world.”

When Xiao Mo heard this, he suddenly became interested and asked, "General Zhenxi used to be a cook too?"

Lou Xiaoyi shook her head with a smile and said, "No, no, not only is my father not a cook, but his cooking is also terrible, so he hasn't done it now."

"Then what did your mother say that he cooked delicious food back then?" Xiao Mo was even more curious, and moved closer to Lou Xiaoyi to wait for the answer.

Lou Xiaoyi said, "My father knows that dish, but that dish requires a very special kind of spice. My father got it from a gentleman by accident, but he only has a small porcelain bottle, which is used for cooking. After it is over, he will never see that gentleman again, so naturally he will never be able to make the taste of that year again."

"I see." Xiao Mo nodded seriously, and continued to ask, "Then what kind of dish did your father cook?"

"Roast chicken." Lou Xiaoyi blurted out without thinking.

Xiao Mo suddenly stood up straight, staring at Lou Xiaoyi and asked again, "Roast chicken?!"

Lou Xiaoyi looked at Xiaomo puzzled, then nodded dully, "Yes, it's roast chicken."

Xiao Mo quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen, only to hear the sound of pinging and bangs coming from the kitchen.

Xue Wushuang also walked back now, and she couldn't help frowning when she heard the sound from the kitchen.

"What's wrong with Xiaomo?" Xue Wushuang could only ask Lou Xiaoyi who was sitting there blankly.

Lou Xiaoyi shook her head foolishly, "I don't know either."

After a while, Xiao Mo came out with a roast chicken. Xue Wushuang saw that it was her favorite roast chicken.

"Take this back for your mother to taste, and tell me your mother eats this taste at dinner." Xiao Mo looked at Lou Xiaoyi seriously.

(End of this chapter)