[1]Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Ch 117: Research on The Medical Cuisine 1

If he used chicken soup or fish soup with medicinal herbs, it might taste very good.

Old Wu put down the casserole pot and turned around to look at Su Xiaolu. He squatted down and tugged at Su Xiaolu's hand. "Girl, you've never cooked before, right?"

Su Xiaolu shook her head. She had parents, brothers, and a sister at home. How could she have the chance? At most, she would help carry the food. They were even afraid that she would spill the dishes.

Old Wu's expression softened. He said, "Come, make a pot of nourishing porridge for the two children of the Sun family. You have a lot of talent in medicine. Food therapy is also part of medicine, but this is related to another skill. It's a little complicated. Come and try it."

He mainly wanted to see if his little disciple cooked well. Maybe she could break the scandal that Minggu's food therapy wasn't good.

Su Xiaolu was also eager to try. Her culinary skills in her previous life were not bad, and the old Chinese doctors who raised her liked to eat her cooking. She thought that she should not be bad in this life.

However, Su Xiaolu could no longer remember how good her culinary skills were in her previous life. Those memories seemed to be gradually fading. She did not often think about it herself. She had completely integrated into this place and was completely used to growing up.

She took a clay pot again, washed the rice, and prepared some herbs to grind.

Old Wu watched from the side.

Su Xiaolu carried the casserole pot to the small stove and started guarding it.

Old Wu looked at her and smiled. "Not bad, not bad. I'll rest for a while. When you're done, send me a bowl of it first."

As for medicinal cuisine, anyone could eat it.

Su Xiaolu smiled and nodded. Old Wu went out with relief. He had to send that disgusting pot to Sun Bocheng and his son.

Su Xiaolu guarded the stove and the porridge boiled not long after. She looked at the casserole pot and thought about how Old Wu had stirred it just now. She decided to stir it less and not move it for the time being.

After another ten minutes, Su Xiaolu poured in the ground herbs.

It didn't take her long to smell the burning scent...

Su Xiaolu quickly stirred the spoon and the porridge turned yellow.

After another ten minutes, the medicinal cuisine was ready. Su Xiaolu turned off the stove and looked at the medicinal cuisine hesitantly. Hers was yellow and looked a little better than black, but no matter how she looked at it, she didn't think it would taste good.

If she took this to Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian, would they be able to eat it?

Su Xiaolu took a spoon and was about to try it. She comforted herself that it might look ordinary, but it could be surprisingly delicious.

She tasted it and spat it out before she swallowed.

"Bah, bah, bah, why is it numbing!"

Why did it taste so awful? It was like that unripe green grape. It was so astringent that she couldn't eat a bite, let alone a bowl.

Su Xiaolu fell into self-doubt. She smelled the medicinal cuisine. It had medicinal properties and the fragrance of rice was still there. Why did it not taste good when it came to one piece?

How about some vinegar? Some salt? She thought.

She put in the seasonings, but she didn't have the courage to eat it again. The medicinal cuisine porridge was thick and yellow. It looked alright.

Su Xiaolu took a bowl and went to serve her master.

Old Wu was resting with his eyes closed when Su Xiaolu woke him up. He looked at her and realized that she was indeed better than him. He took a big bite without warning.

A strange taste spread in his mouth. Old Wu immediately spat it out. "Pfft, stupid girl, you want to kill Master? What is this?"

Su Xiaolu said seriously, "Master, what do you think of the medicinal effect?"

Old Wu took a deep breath. Why did these words sound a little familiar? Wasn't this what he had just said to the brat?

Although this taste was indescribable, he recalled the lingering taste in his mouth and frowned. "The medicinal properties are all good."

But it had nothing to do with the taste.

Su Xiaolu couldn't help but say, "Master, the delicious food in the book is fake, right? I followed the steps."

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