Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 100 Playing the piano and eating! (3)
The eagles around were already swallowing their saliva, not to mention the wine and young prince Rong at the table, they had already put down their chopsticks, and looking at the dishes on the table felt dull.

Baochun's mouth was dry from what he had said. Seeing this, he quickly drank a small bowl of soup, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat heartily. He was in an unprecedentedly good mood.

Both Xiaojiu and Rongzheng stared at the trickster woman angrily.

The eagles thought that this woman was so interesting, of course, they were not timid, and dared to tease the master blatantly and make him feel embarrassed.

Just wondering why the master got mad, I heard him say to the woman, "Tomorrow at noon, I will make stewed chicken with mushrooms, and you will do it."

Bao Chun suddenly raised his head from the bowl, without thinking, "I won't do it."

Rong Zheng snorted and threatened, "Then don't eat tomorrow."

Baochun wanted to throw his chopsticks and flip the table the next moment, so besides not giving him food, can you threaten him with anything else?

I really want to shake my sleeves and leave, but this threat is really useful, who can live without food?

Pressing down on the chopsticks, he took a mouthful of rice to vent his anger, but what's annoying is that his brat didn't even speak for her, little white-eyed wolf!

At noon the next day, Baochun deliberately delayed the time until it was time for dinner, but after returning, he was led by an eagle to the kitchen, where all the ingredients for stewed chicken and mushrooms had been prepared.

Do not be so serious!
There is an eagle in the kitchen to help her, and all the work is done, and she is the only one left to handle the dishes.

Observing this eagle closely, I found that it was very young, only in its twenties, with a round nose and a little baby fat on its face. Baochun poured oil into the pot and asked him, "Aren't you Eighteen Eagle Guards?" , why do you still care about cooking?"

This Eagle, who is good at cooking, had listened to her a lot before, and thought that Miss Shen was very interesting, and she was completely different from other women, so she said, "Our Eighteen Eagle Guards each have their own strengths, what? will do."

"Oh." Baochun made a long, oh sound, put the minced green onion and ginger into it and sautéed it until fragrant, "You can do anything, can you make clothes?"

"meeting."

"What about sweeping the floor?"

"Yes." The eagle muttered, isn't this nonsense, that eagle can't sweep the floor, but he can sweep the floor if he is a person?

"Can you do embroidery?"

"meeting."

"Will you have a baby?"

The eagle froze.

"Don't be surprised, you said you were bald." There was a sound of stir-frying, Baochun put the chicken nuggets in, flipped them over, raised his head and asked him again, "Can you make a quilt?"

"meeting."

"Will you get acupuncture?"

"meeting."

"Can you teach me?" Baochun asked immediately.

The eagle faltered, "You can ask the master to teach you."

If he can teach me, I still need to ask you, Bao Chunxin said.

The eagle wanted to rush out of the door, and the question became more and more weird.

"I will drink."

"Yes." Who wouldn't?

"What is your master most afraid of?"

"I'm most afraid..." The eagle realized something, quickly stopped talking, and stared at Baochun, this woman is too bad, she actually wanted to get some words out of his mouth.

Next, when Baochun said anything else, the eagle shut its mouth tightly and remained silent.

Baochun couldn't help but sighed.

It's almost ready when she finishes lamenting the chicken and mushroom stew in the pot.

Baochun lifted the lid of the pot, tasted it, and found that it was not bad, it was so delicious that his appetite was whetted.

Seeing that this pot of delicious food is about to enter the stomach of that bad embryo, I feel extremely unwilling. I really want to put some sand, a worm, or mouse droppings in it.

But, my bear child also loves to eat chicken. As for her, she hasn't eaten it for a long time, and her appetite has long been aroused.

Baochun didn't add any other ingredients until the dish was brought to the table.

The dishes were arranged skillfully, in front of himself and his son, after Baochun sat down, he picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the dishes.

But he found that it was empty, and the pot containing chicken and mushroom stew was directly brought to him by Rong Zheng.

Not bad, it's a bad embryo, but it's eating alone!

Xiaojiu saw that he would be willing, he had always been the only one who ate alone, and in a blink of an eye, he brought back the pot of vegetables.

So, next, ping ping pong pong, the dinner table battle for chicken stewed mushrooms began.

Baochun avoided getting hurt, got up hurriedly, retreated far away, and could tell that although Rong Zheng didn't let go, he was careful with the brat and wouldn't really hurt him.

Compared with the fierceness at the dinner table, the Eighteen Eagles hidden around were not much less, cheering up in their hearts, and instructing Xiaojiu how to drink.

Don't look at the bear boy who has a bad personality, but he is quite liked by the eagles, and he likes to tease him when he is fine.

There are not many dishes left on the table, but the fighting still shows no sign of stopping.

Baochun sighed, what a waste of food, she was so hungry, even if the food was knocked over by them, she wouldn't eat it, do you think it's sad or not?

The two of them turned a blind eye to her persuasion.

Seeing that the table was about to be redone, a certain eagle who was good at cooking couldn't stand it any longer, so he came out abruptly and tried to persuade the fight, "Don't fight, don't fight, I'll divide it into two for you, each of you will get one. "

One big and one small, at the same time reluctantly snorted.

In the end, the eagle's suggestion was adopted, and a pot of stewed chicken with mushrooms was divided into two pots.

There was nothing left on the table, Rong Zheng held a bowl of rice and began to eat.

Xiaojiu is also holding a bowl of rice and vegetables, and the food is delicious. After a fight, he is already too hungry.

Soon, all the meals ran out, and Baochun had nothing on the table except a bowl of plain rice.

She didn't eat a bite of the dishes she cooked, and she didn't say anything. Other dishes were knocked down by them and she couldn't eat them.

Who are these people?

I really want to flip the table, I can't live through this day.

However, if we want to investigate the reason, it is still her own fault. If she hadn't played a trick, she would have mentioned chicken stewed with mushrooms, and today's incident would not have happened.

This is really lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot!

I want to hit the wall!

After days and nights of hard work, the prescription finally made progress, and Baochun and the others rarely died here.

Of course, the news quickly reached the ears of the imperial doctors in Dongcheng District.

As for how shocked and unbelievable they were, it goes without saying.

However, no matter how much you don’t want to believe it, it’s futile. The real facts are right in front of you, and there’s no room for them not to believe it. Moreover, the prescription that Baochun and the others have researched is right in front of them. .

These people with extraordinary attainments in medical skills can come here, and their consciousness is not low.

Like the envoy Zhang, who is quite old, with gray hair and beard, who should have enjoyed his old age, but he voluntarily came here to do his part to prevent and control the plague.

Therefore, in their eyes, the most important thing is how to solve the plague, and everything else can be left alone.

So, at the initiative of the Tai Hospital, the two parties sat down at a table.

(End of this chapter)