Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Stinky tofu tastes best when it's hot. If you don't want some, I won't be polite."

Yang Jianwu picked up the bowl of seasoning and went to the side. She used a skewer to poke some stinky tofu into her mouth, making a crisp sound, and also exhaled a few breaths of hot air.

"Magnetic pull—"

The oil in the wok rose in wisps of smoke, and another pot of grayish-white tofu cubes fell like shattered jade into golden waves.

As the stinky tofu simmered in the boiling oil, it stretched out into a pale golden color, and the crispy outer shell gradually revealed fine honeycomb patterns.

The sizzling oil, carrying a fragrant aroma, rose up, making Nalan Lianyi's stomach rumble with hunger.

Lu Qiao deftly flipped the tofu with long chopsticks until it expanded into a round, amber color. Then, she quickly used a bamboo strainer to scoop it up and drain the oil. The oil droplets rolled down the flaky pastry, and the rustling sound carried the rich aroma unique to fermentation bacteria.

"Sister Lu, have you tried it?"

Lu Qiao smiled without saying a word, and poured a spoonful of sauce over the fried stinky tofu while it was still hot. The sauce seeped in along the cracks, and the bright red chili oil, along with the aroma of garlic, pickled cabbage and sesame, and a unique natural fragrance, seeped into the soft interior along the crispy outer shell.

She handed Nalan Lianyi a bamboo skewer, saying, "Your sister Yang said, 'The little horse crosses the river.'"

Nalan Lianyi hesitated before picking up a bamboo skewer and piercing the pastry shell. She gently tapped it with her teeth, first hearing the crisp sound of the pastry cracking between her lips and teeth, then the warm tofu core, filled with soup, gushed out. The fermented sourness and the fiery heat of the chili danced together on her tongue.

"Delicious! So delicious!!"

Nalan Lianyi's eyes widened in surprise, and she kept praising it.

She couldn't wait and ate several more pieces in a row, her satisfied expression making everyone want to laugh.

"Sister, you're absolutely gorgeous!!"

Nalan Lianyi exclaimed excitedly, "This stinky tofu smells awful when it's raw, but after frying, the outer layer becomes crispy and delicious, while the inside becomes smooth and delicate. And the most amazing thing is that you can't smell the stench at all!!!"

Nalan Lianyi was still not satisfied and wanted to eat some more, but Yang Jianwu quickly took the plate away and stopped her.

"Little glutton, you can't eat anymore."

Nalan Lianyi looked at Yang Jianwu with a wronged expression. Why was she sad about not being given food?

Yang Jianwu, "..."

Why do pregnant women's emotions change so quickly?!

Look at that pitiful look... it breaks my heart...

We can't hold them off!

We really owe these two siblings a debt!

Yang Jianwu patiently coaxed Nalan Lianyi, "Okay, don't be unhappy."

Although stinky tofu is delicious, it's not advisable to eat too much of it.

Look, the wisteria flower cakes are almost done baking! Shall we save some for them?

"Oh……"

Nalan Lianyi nodded obediently, though she was still somewhat unwilling. Her eyes remained fixed on the remaining stinky tofu, hoping she could eat a little more.

Yang Jianwu was utterly exhausted... The one who was pregnant was her ancestor!

He quickly said to Lu Qiao, "Qiao'er, take Lianyi to the garden first, I'll be there shortly."

Lu Qiao carefully helped Nalan Lianyi leave the small kitchen, where glass cups were already set out on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Lianyi, how are you feeling? You've been out for so long, is there anything that's bothering you?"

Nalan Lianyi smiled and shook her head, her voice clear and melodious, without any weakness or feebleness.

"I don't feel nauseous at all. You and my sister are right, I should go out more!"

Now, I feel no discomfort at all; on the contrary, I have a great appetite and crave to eat a lot of things.

After finishing his official duties, Mo Yu rushed back to his residence. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Nalan Lianyi chatting and laughing with Lu Qiao. She seemed to be in much better spirits than when she woke up that morning.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day, finally settled down, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hearing that Lianyi had eaten a lot, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, regretting that he hadn't invited Wu'er over sooner.

Yang Jianwu carried freshly baked wisteria flower cakes, followed by several maids, each carrying a few delicate side dishes, as she slowly walked over.

"Mo Yu is back."

"Ah."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, his gaze involuntarily falling on Yang Jianwu, unable to look away for a long time.

It's been a long time since I've seen her, and she seems even more radiant now.

Looking back, what's missed is missed...

Nalan Lianyi's attention was completely drawn to the wisteria flower cake in Yang Jianwu's hand, and she did not notice Mo Yu's strange expression.

"Sister, the wisteria flower cakes smell so good!"

Nalan Lianyi said excitedly, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Yang Jianwu handed the plate to Nalan Lianyi, "Try it."

"Yeah~!"

Nalan Lianyi picked up a pastry, its surface adorned with glistening dewdrops formed from icing sugar. The moment she bit into the flaky crust, the fragrance of flowers mingled with the aroma of wheat burst forth between her teeth.

"Ahhh!! Sister, the wisteria flower cakes taste just like the flower cakes Mother made!!"

Yang Jianwu also picked up a piece to taste, and found it to be quite delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth.

"I've had a flower-shaped cake before, but this time the filling was different. I think the method should be similar."

Nalan Lianyi looked at her with admiration, "Sister, I'm so envious of your brain!"

"Have some tea to soothe your throat, it's brewed with wisteria flowers."

Yang Jianwu took the copper kettle off the red clay stove, and the boiling wisteria tea poured into the teacup like a waterfall, mixed with dried roselle flowers that unfurled into butterfly shapes in the boiling water.

"Can you still stand this sour smell? The flower tea with dried tangerine peel and preserved plum pits is the best way to stop nausea."

Nalan Lianyi curiously approached the teacup, took a gentle sniff, and a fragrant, slightly sour aroma entered her nose, instantly invigorating her.

I took a small sip of the wine-red tea soup. The aroma and sourness of the tea blended perfectly, and I found it to be mellow, fragrant and slightly sour.

“Delicious!”

Nalan Lianyi couldn't help but admire it, and her gaze immediately fell on the various dishes on the table.

The dishes on the plate were colorful, exquisite, and tempting. At that moment, her stomach started growling, and she couldn't help but urge everyone to start eating quickly.

To accommodate Nalan Lianyi, the "ancestor," everyone tacitly agreed to drink tea instead of wine.

The most eye-catching item is the rose jelly, which is trembling and served in a lotus leaf cup, with an amber ice shell made of rock sugar on the surface.

The rose-flavored bean paste wrapped in perilla leaves is rolled into the shape of a jade hairpin, and is accompanied by shrimp stir-fried with tender wisteria leaves. The shrimp meat, which looks like pink and white pearls, is dotted among the green leaves.

Spinach and wisteria juice, mixed with glutinous rice flour batter, create distinct layers of two-tone steamed cake...

There's also a steamed dish made with wisteria buds mixed with flour, seasoned with minced garlic and chili oil, which has a unique flavor.

Nalan Lianyi ate to her heart's content and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sister, I don't think the young master of Puyang is good enough for you!"

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence.

Nalan Lianyi realized her slip of the tongue, slowly raised her head to meet three pairs of eyes staring at her, and the shrimp she hadn't finished chewing got stuck in her throat. It took her a long time to swallow it.