Happy Hand Village Doctor

Chapter 43 Yang Qi's trump card

"It's not possible..."

Hu Lan muttered, but she believed in Jiang Cheng's inference in her heart. She never liked to face such things, but when she saw Jiang Cheng by her side, she felt much more at ease.

After about ten minutes, the three dishes and one soup they ordered were served on the table one after another, which was much more efficient than Hongchang Hotel. After a few minutes, Yang Hongchang personally brought two plates of hot noodles and snacks Walking over, one of the plates is the Dongpo cake that Hu Lan ordered, and the other plate is still covered with a porcelain lid. It is unclear what is inside.

"Xiao Lan, try it while it's hot! This is carefully prepared by my son. It's full of ingredients and exquisite workmanship. It's guaranteed to suit your appetite!"

Yang Hongchang urged him very familiarly. Hu Lan looked at Jiang Cheng, saw him nodding, and then thanked him. He reached out and took a small piece of Dongpo cake and ate it.

This ring-shaped Dongpo cake is evenly thin, bright in color, crispy and mellow in taste. Although Hu Lan was very resistant to Yang Hongchang's inexplicable way of pulling red lines for his son, he couldn't help saying truthfully: "It's really delicious."

"Did you hear that, son? Xiaolan likes your cakes!"

Yang Hongchang turned his head and yelled suddenly. Under Hu Lan's astonished eyes, a figure quickly opened the back kitchen curtain and rushed out. He ran to the table here in a very strange posture, grinning and said: "I I knew she must be rare!"

Hu Lan took a closer look. Yang Qi, who is said to have extraordinary craftsmanship, is just over 1.6 meters tall, with two halves of body, one tall and the other low, looking crooked and awkward. At first glance, it is a deformity caused by a disease, but regardless of his poor appearance Mention, Yang Qi's wretched face made Hu Lan very uncomfortable, and the greed and possessiveness in his eyes were barely concealed, giving the impression that this guy's mental illness was far more serious than his physical illness.

"Sister, you look really good..."

While Yang Qi was speaking, he reached out to Hu Lan's hand holding the chopsticks, but was hit by a ball of paper towels halfway, and he quickly withdrew his hand in pain, gasping for breath and glaring at Jiang Cheng: "Why hit me! "

"Is my friend familiar with you? There are no rules in doing things."

Jiang Cheng glanced at Yang Qi, and said with a half-smile: "Is it that exaggerated to yell after being bounced by a ball of paper?"

"you…"

Yang Qi opened his eyes and wanted to curse, Yang Hongchang also felt that he was making a big fuss, so he quickly stopped him and changed the subject: "Don't you want to introduce Dongpo cakes to Xiaolan in detail? What are you doing in a daze!"

After all, Yang Qi's mind wasn't completely muddled. Hearing the reminder in his father's words, he immediately restrained himself a bit. After all, he was still in front of his prospective daughter-in-law, so he had to seize the opportunity to perform well.

While rubbing his hand that was sore from being beaten by the stone-like paper ball, he grinned and said, "Sister, do you know Su Dongpo? In the past, Su Dongpo wrote a poem to an old woman who made delicious cakes. The old woman wanted to commemorate him." Let’s call this kind of cake Dongpo cake, and I’ll recite that poem for you!”

In fact, at this time, Hu Lan already had a very bad impression of Yang Qi. No matter in terms of expression, speech or actions, she had no respect for the girl at all. She subconsciously leaned towards Jiang Cheng, intending to find an excuse to send Yang Hongchang and his son away. However, Yang Qi was very excited about the performance, and he recited in a cadence... or a yin and yang tone: "Rubbing with slender hands makes the jade color even, frying it in green oil makes it bright yellow and deep, deep... What's the matter with it? "

Halfway through his back, his shell suddenly got stuck, Yang Qi scratched his head angrily, puffs of dandruff flew down like snowflakes, and the villagers who stretched their necks and looked at this side suddenly felt nauseated, it was inevitable Do people who think about Hongchang Hotel have similar strange habits when cooking?

"Rub the jade with slender hands to make it evenly colored, and fry it in green oil to make a deep yellow. When you come to sleep in spring at night, you will know the severity, and you can crush the gold that wraps around the arms of a beautiful woman."

Hearing that Yang Chika couldn't hold back the next word for a while, Jiang Cheng simply recited the complete words and sentences by himself. Hu Lan, who had been suffering a lot, said in surprise: "Brother Cheng is familiar with such a remote poem?"

"When I was in the labor camp, I read a lot of old messy books. When I came across this poem by accident, I roughly jotted it down."

"It's amazing! Brother Cheng, what's your opinion on Su Dongpo's poems?"

"I don't understand it very deeply, for example..."

……

Yang Hongchang stared blankly at the man and woman who seemed to be talking to each other, and then turned to look at his son who was still beating his chest and feet annoyed at not reciting the last two lines of the poem. The atmosphere of continuously adding points for his son, why did he make a wedding dress for Jiang Cheng in the blink of an eye?

Seeing Hu Lan looking at Jiang Cheng with eager eyes, Yang Hongchang knew that this situation must not be allowed to continue. He lifted the porcelain cover on another plate, and a burst of fragrant steam flew away. He bravely introduced: "Xiao Lan, don't just talk too much, eat this bowl of sliced ​​noodles while it's hot, it's my son's unique way!"

There is very little soup in the plate, just to the extent that it has just soaked the noodles. It is golden in color and has an unusually delicious fragrance, especially when it is stuffed for a while and then suddenly uncovered, the fragrance is wrapped in steam. It is really irritating to people's sense of smell.

"This is... Cunlian?"

Jiang Cheng's expression changed. He didn't expect that Yang Qi, who had no brains, really prepared a trump card. The soup of this sliced ​​noodle actually contained the taste of the spiritual medicine [inch lotus]!

This kind of medicinal material shaped like a miniature lotus is crushed into the soup, which will greatly enhance the freshness of the ingredients, and it is also rich in vitamins, amino acids and other nutrients. When Jiang Cheng was in the labor camp, he often used the inch lotus collected from the mountains to eat, and the food was the worst. The food can be relished.

Finding that Hu Lan's expression also changed after smelling the smell, Yang Hongchang hurriedly pushed the plate over with both hands, and said with a smile on his face: "Xiao Lan, eat a little, just treat it as a face for me."

Yang Hongchang snorted secretly in his heart, it doesn't matter what Fengquan Xishi or Fengquan Dongshi you are, as long as you eat this special sliced ​​noodles, you will definitely love it. Don't take the civilian route of eating and drinking, but high-end pasta with extremely delicious flavor!Even the well-informed wealthy businessmen and bosses in the city may not be able to resist, so are you afraid that you will not be able to take down a little village girl like you?

"Thank you, but I have no appetite."

To Yang Hongchang's surprise, Hu Lan put down her chopsticks directly. She already understood the purpose of the other party's enthusiasm, but she was also disgusted with Yang Qi's way of handling things.

"Why don't you eat it!"

Seeing this, Yang Qi looked like a cat with its hair blown up, pointing at Jiang Cheng and yelling at Hu Lan: "He can't make such good noodles as me, why should he let you be rare!"

"Ah…"

Jiang Cheng chuckled when he heard this, and asked back, "How do you know I can't do it?"

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