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Chapter 25 The Resentment of Pimple Soup

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    "When I left the capital, the queen was already seriously ill. I heard that she seemed unable to survive this time." Li Mi said in a low voice when he saw no one around.

    "That old witch should have died long ago!" Wang Bodang took a sip of wine and said angrily.  He learned civil and martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family. He studied hard since he was a child.  He finally won the top prize in martial arts, but he didn't want to be missed by Queen Dugu.  All the wealth and splendor turned into smoke in the blink of an eye.  Uncle Wang hated Queen Dugu to death. He heard that she was seriously ill and spoke out without thinking.

    "Silence! If someone hears what you say, you will be beheaded. And it will implicate the whole family. Do you think this is fun?" Li Mi slapped Wang Bodang on the back of the head.  Qin Qiong also looked at Wang Bodang blankly, but she didn't expect this outspoken brother to pick it up and start talking.

    If others hear this, not only will your life be in danger.  She would even confiscate her family and exterminate her family. The power behind a woman who even Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty Yang Jian did not dare to depose at will was simply unimaginable.  I think back then, Dugu Xin was from the Bazhu Kingdom.  One of the leaders of the Guanlong military clan, even Li Yuan's mother was from the Dugu family.

    "It doesn't matter! Although Brother Erxianzhuang is not as good as the imperial palace in Chang'an City, where needles can't be inserted or water can't be poured on it. But it's not like anything can be spread casually. Brother Li can do it  Don't worry!" Shan Xiongxin said loudly, patting his chest covered with black hair.

    Wang Bodang knew he had made a mistake, so he just drank without saying a word.  These are all good brothers who have passed away, otherwise Wang Bodang would have only two choices now.  Considering that it is too difficult to kill someone and silence them, running away is a good choice.  As an official, Qin Qiong could not speak easily, so she could only sit aside and remain silent.  The scene turned cold in an instant!

    Yunhao looked at the three guys in front of him. These three goods had obviously been packaged.  Everyone had a new robe made, and there was not a trace of dirt on their faces.  Even the hair, which was almost felt, had been carefully taken care of.  The three brothers with disheveled hair are a bit of a mix and match.  What surprised Yunhao the most was that Lai Shun'er actually held a letter of snacks in his hand.  Qi Biao was holding a fish in his hand, and he didn't know whether they had tricked it or bought it.

    "Brother Yun, I heard that you are sick. Brothers, come and see you!" Hou Junji cupped his hands towards Yun Hao, looking like a big brother taking the lead, which looked a little funny.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know how they knew that they were in Erxianzhuang, and how they knew that they were sick.  But being able to come to visit with gifts and dress up carefully is a blessing.

    I took my three brothers to see Mrs. Zhao. These three guys didn¡¯t say anything when they saw Mrs. Zhao.  Kneel on the ground and kowtow, calling her aunt.  Yunhao even thought about the intimacy that was called, and wondered if he had such relatives.

    Mrs. Zhao saw that her son had made so many friends in just a few days since he came to Luzhou.  I was overjoyed and had a new understanding of my son's ability to toss.  He kept saying okay, okay, pulling him over to see this, and then pulling him over to see that.  The three brothers also kept smiling faces, pretending to be good babies.

    "You guys wait, Auntie will get you something to eat. You three brothers are playing here!" Mrs. Zhao happily went to the kitchen, but was stopped by Yunhao.

    As a mother, Mrs. Zhao had no choice.  She is a qualified good Chinese mother, but let¡¯s talk about Zhao¡¯s cooking skills.  Yunhao really didn't dare to compliment him, but he couldn't blame Zhao.  In fact, the overall level of cooking skills these days is not very good, and the food we eat is either stewed or boiled.  Pigs don¡¯t know how to raise them after they are gelded. Not only are they all lean, but they also don¡¯t gain much weight in a year.  And it still smells fishy. No wonder pigs are called cheap meat these days.  Rich people, who eats it?

    "Mother, you have been exhausted these days because of your children. Just rest here, and my three brothers and I will eat a little together." After Yunhao finished speaking, he gave his three brothers a wink.  The three brothers stood up quickly and said it was their first time to play with Yun Hao in Erxian Village.  After saying that, the four little ones jumped and ran out.

    "Brother Hao, why don't you let your mother cook for us? The boss said that when he came to see you, he would wear new clothes and buy snacks and gifts. All the money from the pit was spent that day, and I was very hungry." He went out.  Qi Biao complained a little in the courtyard where Yunhao's mother and son lived.

    "Shut up, I'll make you food myself. How about it? No?" Yunhao squinted at Qi Biao, this was a stick.  My food culture is thousands of years ahead of yours, even though I can¡¯t make a full Manchu-Han banquet.  Home-cooked food is not enough for me, so today I will let you enjoy the Chinese food civilization two thousand years later in advance.

    "That's awesome, my brother, can you still cook?" Lai Shun'er's eyes widened, and he looked Yunhao up and down as if he had flowers on his face.

    "Eat it or not, get out of here if you don't want to eat it!" Yunhao kicked this guy angrily.Feet.  Who asked him to look at people's expressions, it was weird.

    "Eat, eat, eat!" Lai Shun'er immediately looked like a bitch after being kicked. He would not refuse as long as he had something to eat.  Even the sticky soup cakes are delicious to eat, and such foul language is easy to deal with.

    Thinking of soup cakes, Yunhao thought that the pimple soup of later generations was good.  This thing requires few seasonings, low technical content, and simple materials and easy production.  It's really the perfect type for traveling at home and murdering your husband.

    When I got to the kitchen, I found that the cook was missing.  Yunhao immediately gave the order, and the three brothers set up firewood to light the fire.  Yunhao found Bai Mian and started to knead the dough.

    Making pimple soup is a technical job.  There shouldn't be too much water. Too much water will make it too thin and won't make lumps.  If it¡¯s too little, it¡¯ll be too dry, and the lumps will be too big to be cooked.  And the lumps should be evenly sized to ensure that all the lumps are cooked at the same time.  Yunhao had seen others do it in his previous life, and he thought it was extremely simple.  Just stir it up with chopsticks twice, but unexpectedly something went wrong.

    There is too much water and there is no way to add some noodles.  Accidentally, my hand shook and I added more noodles.  There is no way to add a little more water, there is too much water!  When Yunhao felt that he couldn't stir up the dough, he suddenly found that he had used half a bag of white noodles.

    The three brothers next to them just watched eagerly, and Lai Shun'er's face was filled with joy.  Brother Yun is still a good friend and always has enough to eat.  Such friends are worth making!

    There was no way the water had already boiled, so Yunhao simply poured a large basin of noodles into the water.  I found two more eggs, cracked them in, and started stirring them with a large spoon.  The egg was broken, white and yellow, sandwiched in the middle of the noodles.  Add two handfuls of green vegetables, don't worry about whether it tastes good or not.  In terms of appearance, it is not much better than soup cakes.

    After stirring for a long time, the pot was about to dry out.  Yunhao added another large ladle of water, and when the water boiled, he added a spoonful of salt.  That¡¯s when it comes out!  Looking at the pimple soup that was as thick as paste, Yunhao had no appetite at all.  I found three huge bowls and each person filled one bowl.

    Hou Junji looked at the big bowl in his hand with some doubts, but Lai Shun'er smiled happily.  Qi Biao ignored the burning of his mouth and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.  Yunhao looked at it with a smile and said that he had just eaten.

    "Shun'er, you didn't enjoy the bowl you just had. Come on, brother, I'll serve you another bowl." With a warm smile on his face, Yunhao filled a large bowl of pimple soup.

    "Brother Hao, I've eaten six bowls! I really can't eat any more." Lai Shun'er rolled her eyes and almost fainted when she saw the pimple soup served by Yun Hao.

    "Biaozi, you were not in a good mood after eating the bowl just now. Have another bowl!"

    "Brother Hao, please let me go! I ate seven bowls!" Qi Biao begged while lying on the ground and gasping for air.

    "Brother Hou, the timing of the bowl you just ate was wrong, otherwisehey, don't run away! If there is such a big pot left, I will be scolded by the cook." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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