At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Xing Wenjie really didn't expect that there would be such a gentle and good listening elder in this world.

Then think about his strict and stubborn master...

Xing Wenjie confirmed without hesitation:

This lady is still the best!

Mu Liangcai, who was thousands of miles away, couldn't help but sneeze at this moment.

Tsk, no need to think about it, it must be his useless disciple who has never traveled far and just wants to be lazy when practicing who misses him!

Humph.

I didn't realize that he was really clingy.

Forget it, let him have a good rest for a few days after he comes back this time.

I just don’t know when this brat will be able to come back. He should not have so much fun outside that he forgets to go home.

In the house.

After Lin listened to Gu Ermiao's sharing of his experiences in the candied fruit shop, he mentioned to him that he had asked Xing Wenjie to help protect Gu Damao and Gu Changqing on the day of the poetry meeting.

"As the saying goes, one should be grateful to the one who has helped him. Since we need his help, we can't just let him eat noodles every day like before, right?"

Gu Ermiao glanced at Xing Wenjie, who looked pale and malnourished after losing too much blood. She thought to herself that Xing Wenjie, such a big guy, looked even more pitiful than herself. She said with a reluctant heart, "Mom, you are right."

"Okay, then you wait here while Mom buys him some vegetables and meat. We can leave after dinner is ready, okay?"

Gu Ermiao naturally had no objection, but only reminded: "Then you have to hurry up, the train at the station is about to stop."

Lin Qing picked up the basket and went out, saying she was going to buy something, but in fact she just walked to the end of the alley and found a random stone to sit on.

After a while, the basket was filled with pig blood, celery, lotus root and other things that replenish qi and blood.

When she returned to the house, she was surprised to find that Gu Ermiao and Xing Wenjie were having a pleasant conversation.

Gu Ermiao even affectionately called the other party "Brother Wen" and pestered him to tell more about the customs and culture of Ganzhou.

Lin Qing smiled and shook his head, thinking that the development of boys' friendship was indeed very strange. Er Miao was even more enthusiastic about this stranger whom he had only met twice than he was about Damao.

Seeing her come back, the two of them hurriedly stood up to greet her.

After Xing Wenjie took the basket, he found that there were so many things in it and felt quite embarrassed.

"Madam, you actually bought so much. I, I... I really don't deserve it."

Gu Ermiao was also a little surprised and said jokingly, "It's not like mother is so kind to you, Brother Wen, for nothing. You just need to protect my two brothers!"

After saying that, he started to help pick the vegetables, while Lin Qing poured water into the wooden basin and prepared to wash them.

Looking up, he saw that Xing Wenjie was also planning to help, but Lin Qing quickly refused.

"Jie Wen, although you're still young, you shouldn't rely on your quick recovery to push yourself too far! What if you develop a chronic illness later? You're seriously injured and you should rest well. Tell Er Miao if your face, as pale as a corpse, is scary."

Gu Ermiao nodded hurriedly.

How could Xing Wenjie not hear that although Lin Qing seemed to be scolding him, she was actually concerned about him. He was so moved that he didn't know what to do.

But he was used to the way the men in the barracks interacted with each other, and when he was suddenly shown such tender concern, his ears felt hot. He made small talk: "Ahem, no, it's okay, I'll help."

After saying that, he ran into the woodshed like a flash. After a crackling sound similar to that of a slap, he came out with a large bundle of firewood with red cheeks after a long time.

After finishing all this, he took out a bucket of water from the big jar, asked Lin Qing what else needed to be cleaned, and quickly started working.

Gu Ermiao took the washed vegetables and sorted them out, and at the same time cut the pig blood and tofu into cubes according to Lin Qing's request.

"Also, cut the pork liver, yam, carrots, green and red peppers into slices, and cut some ginger, green onions, and garlic into slices."

Just as Lin Qing finished speaking, there was a flash of knife light, so bright that it almost blinded his eyes.

After the clanging sound, Xing Wenjie put away the knife, and the things she needed fell into the corresponding plates.

The scene, which was comparable to special effects, left Lin Qing and Gu Ermiao dumbfounded.

Gu Ermiao praised sincerely with starry eyes: "Brother Wen, you are amazing! The chefs in the restaurants in town are definitely not as good as you!"

Of course, he had no idea what the chefs in town were like.

Xing Wenjie didn’t know even more, but he benefited a lot from it.

Lin Qing also praised sincerely: "Jie Wen, do you often help with this kind of work? You are so efficient!"

Xing Wenjie thought about it carefully and said, "No, I just often helped Master feed his picky wolf. I also carried the bodies of my comrades back from the battlefield under a hail of arrows, and..."

Lin Qing hurriedly stopped the image in his mind: "Stop, stop, stop, if you continue, it will affect his appetite."

Xing Wenjie shut up and wanted to help add more fire, but Gu Ermiao said that he knew better what temperature his mother needed. So Xing Wenjie had no place to help and could only stand obediently by the stove and watch Lin Qing and her son busy themselves.

Lin Qing's smooth and flowing operation slowly turned the clear stupidity in his eyes into astonishment.

This was too much of a shock for him, who grew up in a cold and harsh place like Ganzhou.

Why do vegetables need to be cooked?

Can’t we just eat it directly after it’s cooked? Why do we have to fry it again?

Isn’t it enough to just put salt in stir-fry dishes?

What are those colorful, weird-tasting sauces?

Countless questions instantly filled his mind.

At this moment, Lin Qing had already added salt, starch, cooking wine, etc. to the sliced ​​pork liver and marinated it. During the marinating process, the water on the stove had boiled. She blanched the yam, carrots, fungus, pig blood, etc., and rinsed them with cold water for later use.

Then put the marinated pork liver into the boiling water.

Once she took out the boiled pork liver, all preparations were ready.

Xing Wenjie knew that he couldn't waste water, so he stood up and helped scoop all the water into the wooden bucket and washed the pot.

With such a sensible helper, Lin Qing's work efficiency has doubled.

She first poured a circle of oil on the pan, and when the bottom of the pan became greasy, she scooped out the hot oil, added cold oil again, and stir-fried the pork liver, then added spinach and salt and stir-fried evenly.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-enriching dish made with emerald green spinach and crimson pork liver was successfully served.

Second course.

Pour garlic slices into the wok and stir-fry until fragrant, then add green and red pepper slices and stir-fry. The unique aroma of the peppers will instantly emerge with the heat.

Finally, there is pig blood and tofu soup.

After the water in the pot boils, add shredded ginger, pig blood, and tofu. Cover the pot and simmer until you hear gurgling sounds. Then Lin Qing opens the lid and adds appropriate amounts of pepper and salt.

This pot of clear soup was really lacking in appetite. Lin Qing wanted to add coriander as a garnish, but suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask Xing Wenjie if he had any dietary restrictions.

“Do you eat cilantro?”

Xing Wenjie was very confused: "Coriander? What is that?"

Lin Qing had no choice but to give up on joining the soul in the soup.