Rebirth of the Abandoned Woman: Godly Doctor Taizi Fei

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She is more and more curious about the so-called master of the youth, and she is more and more curious about the purpose of his master living in this hundred miles.

Settled in a good place, a hundred miles of wind and a big wave, the heroic dry cloud said: "The big guys are going with me, let's go to a product now, I treat, fill the tube, manage enough, okay?"

"This is a good thing, I am hungry, just wait for your words." Xing Ying touched the dry belly.

The long wind of the hundred miles laughed: "You kid, I still don't know you, little belly chicken, I am afraid that half of the sweet-scented osmanthus duck can't eat it!"

Xing Ying listened, anxious, and arguing: "Who, who said that I am a little chicken? I was able to eat three bowls of rice in the same year, but now I eat less!"

Xing Fang sees Xing Ying's red face and is busy helping him: "How can you say that the shadow brother is a small belly chicken? He also wants to eat more, but he can suffer from abdominal pain every time he eats more. It’s okay to eat, so I’ve never dared to eat too much.”

The long winds of the hundred miles sighed one voice: "It turned out to be like this. I still tell him how to eat only half a bowl of food every day. Like a young lady, even Yuan Qiu eats more than him."

Xia Yuanqiu listened to Xing Fang’s words and asked: “Xing Ying, how long have you been suffering from abdominal pain?”

Xing Ying thought for a moment and replied: "There have been years. I used to be as serious as it is now. I can still eat two bowls of rice. For nearly a year, the food intake is getting smaller and smaller. I only eat a little more. The stomachache is unbearable."

Xing Fang saw Xia Yuanqiu's brow wrinkled, his heart hanging, and asked: "Miss, but what is wrong?"

Xia Yuanqiu glanced at Xing Ying and smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, it is estimated that it is a special locust in his stomach. It is good to give him a prescription in the air, killing insects."

Seeing that Xia Yuanqiu said it was so easy, Xing Fang’s hanging heart was put down, and smiled: “Don’t kill him, and let him eat these meals, saving him from becoming a big fat man.”

Everyone laughed, but Xia Yuanqiu’s eyes were hidden and there was no sorrow.

Everyone left the Baili House and went directly to Yipinju. At noon, the noon had passed. The people who ate were obviously not too much. They simply did not go to the private room. They placed two tables directly in the hall, so that Xiao Er would be a one. Good wine and good food all come up.

The apex comes up with two seasonal green vegetables, color Bi Tang Qing, but it is a bit of a fire, and the taste is good. It’s no wonder that the grandfather has always been obsessed with it, and the chef who cooks does have the ability.

Jiuzhen chicken, slippery waist, sauce trotters, steamed fish, shrimp pill, are common dishes in the restaurant, but they make the taste, but it makes people feel fresh, each dish is worth chewing. Slow tasting is not to eat, but to taste, it is endless.

Xia Yuanqiu did not do the cooking, and it was recognized by everyone. Today, compared with this real chef, she is inferior to the three-pointer.

The last dish was the sweet-scented osmanthus duck that lingered all the way. When the duck came out, it was placed in a large round iron egg. The cook knocked the iron egg's mouth in front of everyone. The fruit is mixed with the sweet and fragrant smell of sweet-scented osmanthus. The people who have already had almost full stomach have heard the taste and they have moved their index fingers again. They all stretched their necks to see the cook from the iron egg. Something coming out.

The cook hooked the duck's **** with an iron hook and smashed the fragrant osmanthus duck. (Chongqing Book Factory)