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

After listening to what Xue Wenyu said, Mu Yingbao looked at Brother Hui worriedly.

She thought that it was no big deal, she had almost finished eating anyway, so it was time to end it.

However, she understood what Xue Wenyu meant.

Xue Wenyu is not too demanding of his children to be perfect without any omissions.

Moreover, given Xue Wenyu's personality, he himself does not like situations where people have to dither and argue.

The reason why he filed a complaint was actually because he could see that Brother Hui's character was still not strong enough in this matter.

Another thing is that when he heard the child coming back, he excitedly called her to find her, which meant that the child ended the palace banquet early, which was probably related to his urgent desire to come back to see her.

Although this could not be considered as nonsense, after he put on the dragon robe, it meant that he could no longer be willful or act arbitrarily.

Mu Yingbao looked at Brother Hui; "What's the matter? You are so filial, how about letting me try the whip today?"

As soon as he saw his mother's expression and the tone of her words, Hui knew that he really shouldn't have done that today.

Blinking his eyes, he walked forward, pulled Mu Yingbao's sleeve, and shook it; "Mother, I know I was wrong, and I promise I will never make such a low-level mistake again. Mother, please don't be angry, I'm hungry."

After the child's coquettish behavior, Mu Yingbao's plan to harden his heart and teach him a lesson immediately disappeared.

Especially when the child says he is hungry, "Wait, I will make it for you right away."

After saying that, she went into the kitchen.

Brother Hui followed him to the kitchen, stepped into the door, turned around, stuck out his tongue at Xue Wenyu, and made a face.

Xue Wenyu was so angry that he almost laughed, but he couldn't do anything to him.

"Make a double portion. I'm hungry too." After thinking for a while, he decided that if he didn't go in, it would be a bargain for the little brat, so he walked into the kitchen while talking loudly.

When I entered, I happened to see Yadan bowing to Hui Gelu. Yadan reacted quickly and said, "Madam, there is no need to kowtow because the emperor calls her mother, which is filial piety."

Then I am just a girl who does things, and I cannot break the rules.

"Let's get started." Brother Hui called out without a condom, rolled up his sleeves and was about to help his mother peel her pussy.

Mu Yingbao saw it out of the corner of his eye and quickly stopped him. "Oh my son, if you want to help, go back to your room and change. If you wear a dragon robe in the kitchen, you won't be afraid of the smell of cooking oil filling the hall when you go to court tomorrow."

"Hey, son, I'll go right away." Brother Hui laughed and ran out.

"You can't pamper him too much." Xue Wenyu criticized while reaching out to take the garlic that Brother Hui had just put down.

Mu Yingbao turned around upon hearing the voice and snatched it away. "My Lord, I just talked about my son, what's wrong with you? Do you have many sets of official uniforms? He smells of oil smoke and garlic, but he is sitting on the dragon throne, at least he is some distance away from the ministers.

Even if you are a first-rank Duke Dingguo, you still have to stand with those ministers, right?"

Xue Wenyu got scolded, said "oh" and turned to walk out, and seemed to be in a hurry to change his robe.

Yadan, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing out loud.

When Mu Yingbao heard her laugh, he said helplessly, "Sure, no matter how small or big it is, it's a worry.

"Madam, today Yadan finally understands what the old people always say means." Yadan knew that the father and son would not come back so soon, so she said boldly.

Mu Yingbao was puzzled; "What did you say?"

"Tofu is dipped in brine. One thing conquers another." Yadan said, trying not to laugh.

One of them is the current emperor, and the other is a first-rank Duke Dingguo. But so what? In front of his wife, he is still a filial son and a henpecked husband!

Mu Yingbao was also happy when he heard it.

Mu Yingbao felt happy after hearing Yadan's words. It also reminded her that she should be more careful in front of outsiders in the future. After all, as the king and the pillar of a country, they should not let outsiders laugh at them.

When Mu Yingbao was preparing the ingredients, Brother Hui was the first to return, and Xue Wenyu left last, returning a few steps behind him.

"Mom, what are we cooking?" Brother Hui asked curiously when he saw his mother stewing a large casserole on the charcoal stove.

"I'm making ramen for you today. I originally kneaded the noodles intending to have it as an afternoon snack when you come back." Mu Yingbao told.

"Ramen?" Brother Hui asked, "Is it hand-pulled noodles?"

"Oh, my son is just smart." Mu Yingbao praised him generously.

Xue Wenyu listened to this and was not convinced. What's so difficult about the literal meaning?

"Master?" Yadan called softly from the side.

Xue Wenyu looked at her in confusion, not knowing why this girl was calling him.

"It's time to light the fire. Who should do it, you or me?" Yadan asked cautiously.

In the past, these two people always competed with me for this job, but now it is different. One of them wears a dragon robe and the other is a first-rank official. Should I still keep this fire going?

If you don't ask, maybe they will complain that you are stealing their work later? It's better to ask.

Xue Wenyu wanted to say that he came here by himself, but then he remembered that Xiaomu just mentioned making ramen, and he had never eaten this kind of noodles before, so he didn't know how to make it.

So, today he didn't rush to light the fire, but wanted to watch how his wife made the noodles.

After getting a definite answer, Yadan sat down by the stove and started to light a fire.

The father and son watched Mu Yingbao go to the cupboard and take out two large blue and white porcelain cups.

Then wash your hands again, dry them, and take out a small piece of dough from under a wet cotton cloth.

"Son, do you want to eat thin noodles or wide noodles?" Mu Yingbao asked the child first.

"Thin." Brother Hui responded immediately.

I saw her kneading the dough until it was as shiny as a mirror, and then she kept pulling and tugging it with both hands, shaking her hands rapidly and continuously, and the dough gradually changed from the thickness of a dough stirring pin to the thickness of chopsticks. As her hands shook, the dough became thinner and longer until it almost fell to the ground. I saw her put her hands together and clenched them, and the distance between the two hands became shorter again. She continued to repeat the gentle shaking action, and the noodles magically became as thin as unsplit embroidery thread.

So straight to the point.

“Oh my god!”

Yadan, who was burning the fire, and Hui, who was standing, exclaimed at the same time, "This is too magical, isn't it? The thickness of the noodles is very uniform and clear, how is this done?"

Hearing the exclamations beside him, Mu Yingbao did not look pleased. He noticed with his sharp eyes that the noodles had broken into two pieces again. He sighed, pulled off the top of the noodles, threw the noodles into the pot of boiling water, propped them up with long chopsticks, and then took another piece of dough.

"Do you like coarse noodles or fine noodles?" Mu Yingbao asked another person.

Xue Wenyu withdrew his gaze from the pot and looked at her, wanting to tell her to eat coarse food to save her some energy.

However, he had not seen enough of his wife's amazing skills and wanted to see them again; "Mom, so thin, so thin." Brother Hui, who was standing next to him, had never seen anyone thin before and rushed to speak for his father.

Mu Yingbao smiled slightly and repeated the previous action. In a few strokes, she stretched the noodles into embroidery thread and threw them into the pot.

At this time, the soup in the big casserole began to boil. The aroma of the beef bone soup that had been simmering for the whole morning wafted out immediately.

The noodles were thin, and after a few rolls in the pot, the first ones thrown in floated up. Mu Yingbao picked them up with long chopsticks, put them into the sea iodine, and poured a large spoonful of beef bone soup on them. He sprinkled chopped green onions, dehydrated coriander segments, and sliced ​​braised beef slices.

Mu Yingbao smiled slightly and repeated the previous action. In a few strokes, she stretched the noodles into embroidery thread and threw them into the pot.

At this time, the soup in the big casserole began to boil. The aroma of the beef bone soup that had been simmering for the whole morning wafted out immediately.

The noodles were thin, and after a few rolls in the pot, the first ones thrown in floated up. Mu Yingbao picked them up with long chopsticks, put them into the sea iodine, and poured a large spoonful of beef bone soup on them. He sprinkled chopped green onions, dehydrated coriander segments, and sliced ​​braised beef slices.

"Son, add the chili and vinegar yourself." She gave the first bowl to Brother Hui, turned around and picked another one. After finishing it, Xue Wenyu took it away himself.

"Mom, this can also be considered kung fu, right? You are so amazing, mother." Brother Hui raised his eyebrows and sighed again.

Mu Yingbao sat opposite him and sighed with regret after hearing this...