cry that scum

When it was almost dawn, Lan Jing rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He looked at the glasses, and was taken aback by the disheveled hair, dull eyes, and haggard look inside, as if his yang energy had been sucked dry by that big goblin surnamed Cong.

What the hell!

Lan Jing pulled his hair and looked around in the mirror.

Tsk tsk, I was terrified all night, but luckily I didn't turn my head white.

He tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth to the sides, compared himself to himself in the mirror, then quickly packed up and went to the morning market.

Many meat sellers and vegetable sellers in the morning market had already left their stalls. Lan Jing walked around and bought pork bones, corn cobs and lotus roots according to the book, and snatched half of them back from a group of uncles and aunts. Ginger returned home contentedly.

Chop the ribs first, then boil them in cold water.

This is simple, the butcher who sells the bone has already chopped it up, so Lan Jing took a pot that looked deep enough to hold it and put it on the stove.

But how much cold water to pour?

He thought for a while and scooped three big spoons into it. Anyway, it was cooking, so it would be no problem to have more.

After the water boils, continue to cook for 5 minutes, then remove and wash, drain and set aside.

Tsk, I have to take it out after it’s boiled, what a hassle!

Lan Jing pursed his lips and glanced at the book. It didn't say whether to wash in cold water or hot water.

Forget it, there is no hot water, let's use cold water to make do.

Lan Jing washed the bones and put them aside. The next step was to cut lotus root and corn on the cob.

Cut the lotus root into thick slices, cut the corn into sections, and cut the ginger into thin slices......

fuck.

Lan Jing put down the kitchen knife, grabbed the book and looked at it, and made sure that it didn't say how thick a thick piece was, how long a section was, or how thin a thin piece was.

What kind of rubbish pirated book, didn't even specify the size, no wonder it can't be sold, it can only be used as a gift for others!

Lan Jingqi dropped the book with a humming sound, estimated the size of the finished product in the picture, and cut it twice.

Then put all the ingredients into the saucepan.

saucepan...

What kind of pot was that just now?It is so important to change the pot to cook a bone?

Lan Jing opened the cabinet while complaining, and then stared at the several large and small pots inside, dumbfounded.

None of them are the same as the pot in the picture!

He suddenly became angry, and began to scold Cong Lang in his heart.

Let you not buy so many pots!

I don’t even know the standard function after I bought it!

Break the pot!

After staring for a long while, Lan Jing gnawed on his fingers and nodded blindfolded to choose one, then threw the bones and vegetables into it.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer on low heat until the bones are cooked through and then turn off the heat.

Lan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, this was the easiest part of the whole dish, although he didn't know how bad the bone was going to be.

After finishing everything, he tidied up the kitchen, then went to the video room to find a movie to watch.

The movie lasted for an hour and a half, and when the ending song started, Lan Jing went to the kitchen to take a look. The soup in the pot was bubbling and it looked delicious.

He took a sip with a spoon and spit it out quickly. It was so bad, the taste was indescribable.

Lan Jing stood in front of the pot and stared at it for a long while, and then had to pick up the lazy recipe thrown into the trash can again with a tangled expression.

Oh, and white pepper and salt too.

But white pepper should be put in 10 minutes ago.

Lan Jing touched his nose, thinking that it would be too late to let it go.

But what is the appropriate amount written in the book, is it a large amount or a small amount?

Now there is really no reference.

Lan Jing threw the book back into the trash can again, your sister, what use is there for you!

I reckoned that I lost two spoonfuls of salt and pepper, Lan Jing tasted it, and it wasn't...too bad.

Meals for sick people are generally not very tasty, and the emphasis is on nutrition.

He convinced himself with this reason, then took the thermos bucket he bought in the supermarket earlier, scooped up the soup, and sent it to Young Master Cong.

Cong Lang woke up last night and was leaning on the hospital bed talking to Shen Bai. He had lost a lot of blood, and he looked quite weak at the moment.

Delicate, just looking at it makes people feel distressed.

Lan Jing pursed his lips, opened the door and walked in. When the two people who were talking saw him, one smiled naturally and the other said with a smile, "Here we come."

Blue Spot nodded.

Shen Bai said, "Then you talk, I'll go see other patients first."

Lan Jing sent him out of the door and turned him back.

"Why is your face so bad? Didn't you sleep?" Cong Lang looked at him and asked.

Lan Jing responded.

Cong Lang sighed, stretched out his hand to rub the top of his head, then stepped aside, "Come up."

"Later," Lan Jing opened the thermos, poured out a bowl of soup and handed it to Cong Lang, "Drink some? I'll feed you."

Seeing the food, Cong Lang was really hungry, he took the bowl and said with a smile, "It's not disabled, I'll do it myself."

Lan Jing withdrew his hand and stared at Cong Lang. He was a little happy to see that the other party had finished a bowl of soup.

"anything else?"

"Some more." Cong Lang handed him the bowl.

so delicious?Lan Jing raised his eyebrows. For the first time, he felt that he was usually too picky about food. Looking at Young Master Ren Cong, he had never eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, and he still thought his soup was delicious.

So the hostility that arose in his heart when he saw Cong Lang lying on the bed with a plaster cast just now was completely gone, and he secretly poured another half a bowl for himself.

"What's so happy?" Cong Lang asked curiously, looking at the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Lan Jing bounced on his leg which was covered with plaster, "I suddenly think that you are doing well."

Cong Lang, "Huh?!"

Cong Lang walked through the back door from Shen Bai's place, got preferential treatment, and lived in a special ward with a good environment and a big bed.

After he finished eating, Lan Jing took the thermos to wash, and then came back and lay down next to Cong Lang.

He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Alas, I don't know how to adjust the patient's posture, Cong Lang sighed, and touched Lan Jing's face with some distress, then he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and slowly lay down.

Lan Jing took a nap, relieved his fatigue, and ran back home in the afternoon to study what kind of sick food for Cong Lang.

He will never use the lazy recipe.

Lan Jing googled it, and the degree of difficulty of cooking is too high, but cooking noodles and porridge is okay, suitable for people like him who can't work hard.

There is still bone broth left, just need to cook some noodles.

Noodles!Lan Jingjing opened a live broadcast of a cooking expert making noodles, but it is estimated that the other party did not expect to watch his own video and a fool like Lan Jing who can't cook noodles. The process of actually scooping noodles into the pot is very short. Nothing can be learned.

What a broken video, the teaching is so imprecise, Lan Jing gave a contemptuous expression and quit the live broadcast.

Du Niang is quite versatile. With his unremitting efforts, he finally found a way to cook noodles for lazy people - put the noodles in a thermos pot and enjoy them in 8 minutes.

Lan Jing felt that this was tailor-made for him. He made the noodles according to the method taught by Baidu, and his eyes lit up immediately. This method is good.

After scooping up the noodles into the remaining bone broth, Lan Jing happily brought Cong Lang there again.

"I do...not..." Lan Jing cleared his throat, "I bought you noodles tonight."

"Don't be so troublesome," Cong Lang said, "There is food in the hospital."

"The food in the hospital is so delicious." Lan Jing said.

As usual, he poured some soup for Cong Lang first, Cong Lang took a sip, his expression changed slightly, and he blurted out, "Baby, which shabu-shabu water did you bring?"