Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

He said nothing and turned and walked out.

The moment he turned around, Mu Yingbao didn't know if she had seen it wrong, but there was a kind of pain in his eyes.

"Mother?" Brother Hui looked at Mu Yingbao worriedly and wanted to chase her out, but was stopped.

Mu Yingbao shook her head slightly, signaling Brother Hui not to chase after him, as that person probably wanted to be alone at this moment.

"Mother, is father blaming himself?" Brother Hui expressed his guess.

Mu Yingbao looked at Brother Hui's worried eyes and reached out to touch his head. "Son, your father may not only blame himself. In the past few years, when he was not with us, we faced danger more than once. Later, until now, we have dealt with it several times alone.

You know his personality very well. He has always considered himself your protector. As a result, when dangerous things happened more than once, you were able to deal with them without him. I'm afraid he felt not only self-blame, but also loss, and felt that his existence was meaningless.

"Mother, you better think of a solution quickly and don't let father think like that." Brother Hui became anxious when he heard this.

Because when his mother said that, he immediately understood that feeling. For example, he had always been by his mother's side, helping her with some things, even if some of them were meaningless.

But one day I suddenly realized that even if I was not there, my mother could do it alone, and I felt really bad at that time.

But when she asked, she was told that they were interrogating the tailors, so she did not go.

When he returned to the backyard and entered the kitchen to prepare lunch, Lin Chuan came over and told him that the master had left the house and he didn't need to wait for him for lunch.

"Do you know what he did?" Mu Yingbao asked.

She wanted to know whether he really had something to go out for, or whether he avoided her and Brother Hui because he didn't want to come back.

"Madam, I have already interrogated the three tailors. Two of them were really unaware of the situation, and the one who took action was coerced by someone yesterday. The other party said that if he didn't agree, he would kill his entire family. However, he didn't know who the other party was because they were masked.

So, the master went to find the head of the clan. "Lin Chuan told me that the lady asked this because she was worried about the master. The relationship between the two seemed to be developing in a good direction. That's great.

!Mu Yingbao nodded; "Okay, I got it, you go ahead." After Lin Chuan left, Mu Yingbao sat for a while and started to make lunch. During lunch, it was just the mother and daughter eating. Seeing that Brother Hui was a little distracted while eating, she knew that he was worried about that person; "Don't worry, I thought about it while cooking just now, and I think it's better not to rush to him for help.

The reason why he was like that this morning was probably the accumulation of things that happened over and over again, so we can't make him let it go with just a few words.

Think about it, son. The days ahead may not always be peaceful. Things like what happened this morning might happen again.

He has to take care of things outside, so he can't stay by my side all day long, right? So what should I do? If that's the case, I still have to rely on myself to resolve and deal with it, right?

As the saying goes, heart disease needs heart medicine. Now that we know the reason why your father is depressed, we can only wait for those restless people to create opportunities for us to resolve the knot in your father's heart, let him know that we can't live without him, and let him know how important he is in our hearts.

This requires a process, which may take a long time, but only when he has figured it out and understood it clearly, can he truly feel at ease with the burden in his heart.

Don't worry, son. As long as the Xiang family trusts each other and works together, nothing will be a problem."

Her words immediately perked up Hui Ge, who nodded vigorously with bright eyes. "Mother, I understand."

"I'm glad you understand. Come, have a piece of clay pot chicken. After you're done eating, we'll light a charcoal fire and make roast duck." Mu Yingbao said as he picked up a piece of chicken for the child.

This dish is called Xuzhou Earthen Pot Chicken and it has a great color, aroma and taste, with multiple flavors of fragrance, spiciness, numbness, sweetness, saltiness and sourness. Brother Hui had just been relieved by his mother and his worries were gone. His appetite was aroused and he couldn't stop eating.

Just like that, when the entire palace became tense and on high alert because of what happened in the morning, Mu Yingbao and her mother were in the backyard, rolling up their sleeves and enthusiastically putting the cooked duck into the stove.

The stove wasn't big enough to hang six ducks at a time.

Mu Yingbao didn't even try one first, and the stove was full of them on his first attempt.

She was quite good at cooking. Even though it was her first time using this simple oven, she felt that as long as the duck was marinated properly and the oven temperature was properly controlled, even if the roasted duck was not perfect, it would not be too bad.

If it is really burnt and cannot be eaten, then just throw it away. Although it is wrong to waste food, failure is the mother of success. The success of every gourmet is achieved through repeated practice and at the cost of consuming countless ingredients.

In fact, roast duck existed in ancient times, but it did not exist in the dynasty that Mu Yingbao traveled to.

Whenever she goes to the capital in modern times, she would go to Quanjude for a meal, but the business was so good that she had to make a reservation in advance every time.

Mu Yingbao simply tried to use the oven at home. The oven is very convenient and advanced, but she always felt that the taste of the food baked using the traditional method, in a stove made of yellow mud and using fruit wood charcoal, is definitely better than that in the oven. Now she finally has the opportunity to put it into practice.

"Mother, you said that the roast duck should be heated while it is out of the oven. Roast duck is a famous Beijing delicacy. It is characterized by its bright red color, tender meat, mellow taste, and fat but not greasy. Its flavor characteristics are: slightly yellow in color, soft and lightly fragrant. It is used to wrap other vegetarian foods. It is a common pastry for banquets and a home-cooked snack.

There are many details to making roast duck, including slaughtering the duck, scalding and removing the feathers, plucking the duck, gutting the duck, scalding the skin and applying sugar coloring, etc. Each step is crucial.

There are also certain rules for eating roast duck. It must be eaten in the right season, otherwise the taste will be affected.

Those who are particular about this believe that roast duck tastes best in winter, spring and autumn.

The reason is that ducks in winter and spring are just the right size for tenderness, and autumn is cool and the temperature and humidity are especially suitable for making roast duck. In summer, the climate is hot and the air humidity is high, so the duck meat is thin and the quality is relatively poor. The roasted duck skin is easy to swell, which means it is not crispy enough, and the taste is definitely worse.

So, on this clear and crisp autumn day, when conditions permitted, Mu Yingbao remembered that some sophisticated people advocate eating roast duck at its best in winter, spring and autumn.

The reason is that ducks in winter and spring are just the right size for tenderness, and autumn is cool and the temperature and humidity are especially suitable for making roast duck. In summer, the climate is hot and the air humidity is high, so the duck meat is thin and the quality is relatively poor. The roasted duck skin is easy to swell, which means it is not crispy enough, and the taste is definitely worse.

So, on this clear and crisp autumn day, when conditions permitted, Mu Yingbao thought of making roast duck.

"Mother, you said that roast duck tastes best when eaten hot from the oven. But what if something happens to father and he can't make it back? And I don't know if my great-grandfather will come back to eat it." Brother Hui is a good child with a conscience. Whenever he sees something delicious, he will think of his father and great-grandfather, and asked worriedly.

"As for your father, I have my own way. As for your great-grandfather, I estimate that he will appear as soon as the aroma of roast duck comes out." Mu Yingbao said confidently...