EBE Chapter 542: Still the Smell of Home-cooked Food
Chapter 542: Still the Smell of Home-cooked Food
Zhou Gu put him down carefully.
Zhou Dacang looked at the furnishings in the room, then looked at the people in the room, curled his lips and said, "Is this the new house built by the family?"
The voice was low and hoarse.
Zhou Guo smiled and said, "Yes, this was built last year. The family built nine rooms at once. This one is yours, uncle. You are now lying on your own kang in your own room."
Zhou Da Cang looked at the floor and said, "Why does my house have a second floor? I'm not a lady from a wealthy family, why do I need an embroidery building?"
Everyone laughed.
Zhou Guo said: "This is not an embroidery building. This is a floor I specially laid for storing things. All kinds of sundries can be placed on it, and it can also block rain and dust. How great!"
Zhou Xing said: "It's good, but it's easy to be robbed. If there's someone hiding up there, we won't know."
Zhou Dacang rolled his eyes, looked at the old doctor, and asked in confusion: "Why am I back?"
The old doctor said, "Have you forgotten? Before you fainted, you kept talking about coming back. We thought you didn't have much time left, so we wanted to let them see you one last time. But we didn't expect that you not only had a hundred-year-old ginseng at home, but also a medicine that no one could find. Fortunately, we brought you back, otherwise you would be in great danger."
Zhou Dacang looked towards Zhou Guo.
The old doctor smiled and said, "You are really good at judging people. Yes, that medicine was indeed dug up by your little niece. She is your lucky star!"
Zhou Dacang smiled and said, "She is not only my lucky star, but also our family's lucky star."
Before he fainted, he wanted to go home. Besides wanting to see them for the last time, he also wanted to die at home. It was also his last hope. After all, there was a ginseng at home. He didn't expect there would be such a surprise.
But on second thought, he still had a faint hope in his heart. After all, Zhou Guo seemed to know everything, and he had the master. He had traveled far and wide and seen a lot, so maybe he knew him.
Zhou Mi said: "She is not only a lucky star for our family, but also a lucky star for the villagers and many people. Your little niece is incredible now."
Zhou Dacang wanted to ask more, but the old doctor said, "Okay, give him something light to eat and let him rest more. Only with more rest can he get better faster."
Li came in with a tray and said with a smile, "Here it comes, the porridge is here."
When it was brought over, it turned out to be prawn and sea cucumber porridge.
Zhou Guo said: "Mom, my uncle's wound hasn't healed yet, he can't eat these."
Mrs. Li was dumbfounded. "I can't eat it? Why can't I eat it? There's not much of this good stuff left. I didn't even want to take it out to entertain guests. I was waiting to use it to nourish your uncle's body."
Zhou Guo was about to explain when he remembered there was a doctor nearby and looked over.
The old doctor nodded and said, "You can't eat them. These things are irritating. But you can eat more fish porridge and lean meat porridge. Mutton and beef are not suitable. It's better to eat light food these days."
When Zhou Dacang heard these things, he couldn't help but lick his lips.
Li said, "Okay, I'll do it again."
Zhou Xing also followed.
Zhou Da Cang had no time to wait to cook the porridge. He was so hungry that his stomach growled. He said, "I'm hungry."
Zhou Guo said: "Wait, I'll do it."
Then he stood up and rushed out.
Zhou Xing had already cleaned the pot and filled it with half a pot of cold water. She scooped some up.
Li asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Guo kept busy, saying, "My uncle said he was hungry. He just woke up and probably won't be awake for long. He can't wait for you to make porridge again. He'll just have some noodles."
The weather has turned cold and there are no onions in the fields, but we still have to eat noodles and bread.
She got a pot, planted some, put it in the house, and some of them grew.
Pinch off some leaves, cut into small pieces, put them in a large bowl, and scoop a small spoonful of badger oil, salt, pine mushroom powder, and a few drops of soy sauce.
In just a moment, the water in the pot boiled.
She scooped some hot water into the bowl, and a bowl of yellowish hot soup with oil and chopped green onions came out. The aroma of chopped green onions floated up with the hot water.
Throw a handful of noodles in and put them into a bowl when they are soft.
Place a poached egg and a few green cabbage leaves in the bowl.
Zhou Xing fished out a few sour beans from the jar, cut them into cubes, and also cut a few cucumbers and pickled radishes into segments, making a few small plates.
Place on a tray and carry inside.
Zhou Gu helped him up upon seeing this, and leaned on him, so that he could barely sit for a while.
Zhou Dacang looked at the delicious noodles and swallowed his saliva, then smiled with difficulty: "It smells so good. I haven't eaten home-cooked meals for a long time."
Zhou Guo said, "Uncle, the doctor said that you are still very weak and should not eat too much. I only gave you this bowl of medicine and I will feed you."
Zhou Dacang said, "That's great. In the past, I was the only one who fed you, but now you can feed me."
She held the tray in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. She picked up a handful of noodles and fed it to his mouth.
Zhou Da Cang ate it, swallowed it, and said, "It's delicious, so fragrant!"
"I'll carry it." Zhou Mai took the tray.
The brother and sister, one held the food and the other fed it.
From time to time, Zhou Guo fed him a piece of pickled cucumber, pickled radish, and pickled beans. Zhou Dacang became more and more hungry as he ate. He seemed to eat slowly, and in a short while, he finished the bowl of noodles. In the end, he even drank up the soup.
Looking at the bowl, I still want more.
Zhou Guo spread his hands, "No more, let's eat it next time."
Zhou Dacang looked at her in silence, and after a while he said, "...This is just a small amount, not even enough to fill your teeth."
Li smiled and said, "Okay, okay, wait until you get better. There are so many delicious foods at home. We have everything you want to eat. Just bear with it for a few days. If you don't get better, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat delicious food forever."
Zhou Dacang shut up.
Seeing that he was tired, Zhou Guo said, "Take a good rest. If you need anything, just let me know. I have very good ears."
Zhou Dacang was indeed tired, so he waved his hand and closed his eyes.
The family retreated.
Such a big happy event, of course we have to celebrate it in the evening.
Zhou Gu slaughtered two ducks and made one fried duck and one stewed duck.
Zhou Guo ate half of the pork that the family bought yesterday, then chopped off the two pig feet and made a soybean pig's trotter.
I made braised pork and steamed pork with rice flour.
Li also fried two plates of prawns for the first time. Since Zhou Dacang couldn't eat them anyway and there were guests at home, it was better to let them eat them.
I also stir-fried some meat with carrots and picked some sauerkraut.
One big table and one small table.
The sun had not yet set at this time, and the sunlight was shining in the yard, soft and warm.
Zhou Guo wanted to sit at the small table, but the old doctor called him over, "Don't leave. You still have to tell me what the situation is in the mountains and what medicinal herbs are there. Tell me."