Tang Feng turned around and saw Chen Xiaoxiao, who was carrying a small bag and running towards him, as lively as an elf.
"Why did you come back now?" Tang Feng asked curiously.
Chen Xiaoxiao ran to Tang Feng's side, pouted and said: "I thought you would go back to the hospital, so I waited for you there. I didn't expect you, a bastard, to talk to Dr. Ouyang privately without telling me.
You ran out of the hospital. You bastard, you are so disgusting, how come you are not struck by lightning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky with a "pop" sound, tearing a big hole in the thick dark clouds, followed by a loud "rumbling" and a rolling sound of thunder.
Chen Xiaoxiao's face turned pale with fright, and he said hurriedly: "I'm just saying casually, I don't want you to be struck by lightning, so let's go home quickly."
Tang Feng laughed heartily, and was half dragged and half dragged to the floor by Chen Xiaoxiao. At this moment, huge raindrops began to fall.
Chen Xiaoxiao looked back and muttered: "I wonder if sister drives by herself."
Tang Feng said "Huh?" and said, "You still have a sister?"
Chen smiled and nodded, "Of course, my sister is a beautiful barrister, haha."
The two of them walked upstairs. Tang Feng Chaochen smiled and waved, then opened the door and entered the room.
In the room, Xia Huo was half-lying on the sofa, reading a large book called "Analysis of Sun Tzu's Art of War". The book was as thick as a Xinhua dictionary.
Tang Feng closed the door, put on his slippers, and rushed into the toilet. His tumbling stomach finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he vomited out what he had eaten for lunch.
Xia Huo put down his book outside the bathroom and looked in the direction of the bathroom strangely.
Tang Feng rinsed his mouth, looked a little pale, and walked out.
Xia Huo was still half-lying on the sofa and asked, "What's wrong? Was he beaten? Or is he motion sickness?"
Tang Feng walked to the sofa, sat down on the ground, panted heavily, and said, "I was beaten."
Xia Huo closed the "Analysis of Sun Tzu's Art of War" in his hand and sighed: "It's really useless."
Tang Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was beaten. It was fine that this woman didn't comfort him, but she still ridiculed him. He muttered: "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat at home?"
Xia Huo looked at the refrigerator and said, "I'm hungry too, but there's nothing that can directly satisfy my hunger. If you're not dead yet, go to the kitchen and make something to eat."
Tang Feng leaned back on the sofa, turned to look at Xia Huo, and said, "Sister, I've been beaten like this... Could you please have some sympathy?"
Xia Huo glanced at Tang Feng and muttered: "I lost the fight, but it became a reason not to cook." Even though he said this, Xia Huo still stood up, walked to the refrigerator, and said: "I am the number one
Don’t blame me if it doesn’t taste good when you cook for the first time.”
Tang Feng struggled to climb onto the sofa, lay down, and said, "It's okay, I'll control it remotely from here." As he said that, he opened the book that Xia Huo was reading, and saw that the big book was full of
Use Sun Tzu's Art of War to interpret various practical cases from ancient and modern times at home and abroad.
Xia Huo took out a carp from the refrigerator and said, "Let's grill the fish tonight. I've seen how to braise carp on TV."
Tang Feng lay on the sofa comfortably and said: "Well, not bad, the fish is delicious, I support you."
Xia Huo sighed, then took the fish and walked to the kitchen.
Tang Feng looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly realized that it was really a pleasant enjoyment to be able to lie on the sofa and wait for others to cook the meal.
Tang Feng turned his head and saw that Xia Huo in the kitchen had tied up his apron and was holding the fish and defrosting it in the pool. Viewed from the back, Xia Huo was slender and slender. With the apron on now, his charm was not diminished.
, but adds a kind of maternal beauty.
Tang Feng chuckled, a feeling of "home" welling up in his heart. He suddenly felt that it would be nice to live with Xia Huo in the future. At least, he could feel completely relaxed in front of this woman.
Wave after wave of inner breath couldn't help but swim from Tang Feng's Dantian. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out slowly according to Zhou Tian Gong's mental method. As for what Zhou Tian Gong's mental method was like, Tang Feng
I really can't tell. He just knows how to practice it and can barely use it now, but he can't write down the inner method of Zhou Tiangong.
It was as if Zhou Tiangong had grown up deep in Tang Feng's soul. He could use it, but could not express it in words. Tang Feng suspected that this might be related to the Yaowang Ding in his hand. Perhaps only the inheritors of the Yaowang Ding
, can you practice this magical Zhou Tian Gong.
The inner energy slowly passed through the Dantian from the Ren channel, and then reached the Du channel at the back. Although it was very slow, after Tang Feng completed its operation for a week, he found that the injuries he suffered in the afternoon were much better, and the tightness in his chest was much relieved.
.
Tang Feng entered a state of selfless consciousness, and his inner energy slowly circulated along his Rendu and Du meridians for another week.
Opening his eyes, Tang Feng let out a breath of turbid air. He felt that his injury had healed seven to eight points.
At this time, a burning smell came from the kitchen. Tang Feng sniffed, couldn't help but sit up, and shouted: "Xia Huo, why does it smell like burning?"
At this time, Xia Huo was holding a plate with a sea bowl covered on it. He smiled proudly at Tang Feng and said, "It's time to eat! It tastes delicious."
Tang Feng sniffed his nose. To be honest, he didn't smell much fragrance, but he could only nod his head and said, "It's quite fragrant, but it has a burnt smell."
Xia Huo touched the hair on his forehead and said angrily: "How did you come up with so many things? Is it easy for me to burn a fish? A bunch of my hair was burned off."
Tang Feng said hurriedly: "Oh, thank you for your hard work, Comrade Xia Huo. Okay, let's have dinner."
Xia Huo nodded, put the fish on the table, then picked up two bowls and went to the kitchen to fill two bowls of dry rice.
Tang Feng brought chopsticks, banged them on the table, and said, "Xia Huo, you are really good. You know how to cook without a teacher. I wanted to give you some advice, but unfortunately you fell asleep."
Xia Huo proudly pushed a bowl of dry rice in front of Tang Feng and said, "I suddenly discovered that cooking is not that difficult."
Tang Feng nodded, looked down at the rice, and said with his mouth half open: "Comrade Xia... Huo, is this rice?"
Xia Huo glanced at the bowl and then said angrily: "What do you mean? Isn't this dried rice?"
Tang Feng looked at the rice in the bowl and was speechless. He saw that the rice grains in the bowl had not expanded at all and were exactly the same as the rice grains in the rice vat. He asked with a sad face: "Xia Huo, when you cooked the rice, did you add
How much water?”
Xia Huo was stunned and asked blankly: "What? Do you need to add water to dry rice? Adding water to it is called porridge."
With a "clang" sound, the chopsticks in Tang Feng's hand fell on the table and said: "You... you didn't add water when cooking?"
Xia Huo shook his head, and then said to himself: "Do you want to add water? I remember that there is no water in the rice."
Tang Feng was about to cry but had no tears, and thought to himself: "Fortunately, the temperature of this induction cooker is low. If you use a stove, you won't have to burn the bottom of the pot."
He waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, we still have steamed buns. Come on, let me take a look at this fish..."
While talking, Tang Feng opened the sea bowl. When he took a look at it, he was speechless.
I saw a carp weighing more than two kilograms lying whole on the plate, with its scales neatly arranged one by one. What was even more frightening was that the fish didn't even open its belly, it just opened its two sides.
He looked at Tang Feng with only one eye in pain.
Tang Feng looked at it for a long time, and then smacked his lips. After reacting, he moved his eyes from the fish to the fish soup with difficulty, and said: "Haha, Comrade Xia Huo, you are very good at cooking fish. That's it."
There is a little less oil."
Xia Huo said "yes" and said: "You are quite knowledgeable. But why do you put oil when cooking fish? Isn't it just to put the fish in the pot and burn it on the stove?"
Tang Feng raised his head and looked at Xia Huo silently.
Xia Huo said thoughtfully: "It turns out that we need to add oil. I wonder why the fish always gets burnt. But wouldn't it be better to add water?"
Tang Feng's stomach growled twice. He rushed to the phone in the living room and quickly dialed a number.