Chapter 6 Homemade Sweet Fresh Bamboo Drying

"I also picked some mushrooms and stewed fresh mushroom chicken soup tonight."

Soup is more nutritious than braised and suitable for patients. Baicaosi is now fully taking care of the situation of the feathers.

Bai Xiaoshu volunteered, "I boil water to remove my hair."

When he arrived home, Baicaosi poured things out of the basket, and the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the little wolf cub.

Bai Li was startled, "Xiao Caoer, this..."

Baicaoshi opened her eyes and said lies, "This is a little wolf dog. I'm thinking. When I'm not at home, let it guard the house and relieve your boredom."

Bai Li patted his chest, sure this was relieved of boredom, wasn’t it scary?

"Train for a while, you can protect the hospital." Zhe Yu said from the side, his expression calmly.

Baicaoshi hugged the little wolf cub and raised his front paws to let it perform a cute scene. The little wolf screamed.

"Then, let me give you the great responsibility of training to my husband... I'll give it a nickname. Oh, by the way, I gave it a nickname, Fubao. But I always feel that it is not domineering and does not match its identity. Please give it a great name." As she said that, she also blinked at Zheyu. With the male protagonist's eyes, Baicaoshi believed that he would definitely recognize its essence.

Zhe Yu pondered for a moment, "Call Feilu Ke?"

"The horse made of Lu Feifa is fast, and the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt." This is a classic quote from Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array", and it is also a poem that Baicao Poetry likes very much. Lu is Liu Bei's war horse. Thinking about the name "Feilu", it is so domineering. "Okay, okay, I like it."

Zhe Yu looked at Baicao Shi again, and the poems that the little girl blurted out were not inferior to the contemporary great scholars. What hidden skills did she have?

Baicao Shi then ate a small basket, "This hare will be sold at the market tomorrow, and eat half of the mushrooms, and sell them half." The rest are bamboo tubes from one section after another.

"Sister, these bamboos cannot be burned, they are too wet." Bai Xiaoshu couldn't figure out why his sister was making these bamboos.

Baicao Shi's eyes turned and she became brighter and brighter. She was so precious to this thing. "Save a good drink... I'll make sure you like it."

Zheyu noticed that there were any blood and blisters on her slender hands and palms.

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The family is busy and is very excited about fresh mushroom and chicken soup.

Only the Baicao poem is absent. Oh, no, she is making bamboo juice. Cut the bamboo tube into about 30 cm long sections, cut off the two ends, split it, set it up, roast it on low heat in the middle, and gradually, juice flows out at both ends, and a sweetness is emitted in the yard. The juice is served in a pottery bowl, exactly four small bowls. Two bowls are more than two bowls and two bowls are less.

Zheyu watched the whole process, but couldn't get enough of it, Baicao Shi treated him as his ancestor.

There are not enough bowls at home, and the bamboo juice will not enough chicken soup.

"Well, drink bamboo juice first, and then chicken soup." Baicaoshi said, giving the juicy bowl to his mother and Zheyu, and the two young and strong drinks less.

"Sister, can you drink this?" Bai Xiaoshu was not sure. He had eaten bamboo shoots and never drank bamboo juice.

"Your sister, I can still lie to you, just try it." She demonstrated herself, drank in small sips, and looked particularly satisfied.

Zheyu thought of the morning vinegar soaked ginger and the fresh bamboo juice nowadays. He held the pottery bowl and wanted to evenly give it to Baicao poetry, but he felt it was too close and inappropriate, so he drank it on his own. The juice in the bamboo tube was green and yellow, with a bamboo fragrance, and a slightly sweet taste. Even though he had tasted Zheyu's countless rare wines, he thought it was excellent.

"How is it?" Baicaoshi asked expectantly.

"It's delicious." Zheyu drank all the food.
Chapter completed!