Before Lu Xixin went to the kitchen, she wrote a list to the housekeeper and asked her to prepare the medicine and ingredients on it.
She went in first and made herself a bowl of meat soup using the available ingredients.
This kind of soft and delicious dishes is my grandfather's favorite, and it is also the dish that Lu Xixin makes best. She is good at three dishes in total:
Grandpa’s favorite soft and delicious dishes, Bai Zhi’s favorite seafood dishes, and Lin Jingtian’s favorite Haicheng local dishes with sweet and red sauce.
Dudu can’t cook the spicy Sichuan cuisine she loves.
The butler came back quickly and brought all the ingredients and herbs.
Behind him was Mrs. Chi.
"Doctor Lu." Mrs. Chi looked at the ingredients in the kitchen and frowned almost invisible: "If there is a need, the kitchen can do it, why bother you."
Lu Xixin was holding a bowl of meat soup, slowly eating spoonful by spoonful. When she saw Mrs. Chi coming over, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "Sit down."
"Want to try it?" He pushed another bowl of untouched meat soup over.
Mrs. Chi, who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas and having her daily meals cooked by famous chefs, how could she fall in love with this small bowl of meat soup that doesn't look good in color?
Mrs. Chi declined politely: "Thank you, but I just had lunch and I am too full to eat."
Lu Xixin nodded and said nothing.
She sat on a chair, holding a spoon with her fingertips, and slowly scooped out the meat soup. Her movements were elegant and her etiquette was impeccable.
Mrs. Chi originally had a lot to say, but looking at Lu Xixin like this, her mood suddenly became quiet, and she didn't want to disturb her for some reason.
He just stood aside and silently watched her eat.
In the large kitchen, there was only one table for preparing dishes. It was originally very simple, but after Lu Xixin sat here,
Inexplicably, he became taller.
The chef on the side even had some illusions in his mind. He felt that his table was placed well and wonderfully, and it was very suitable for eating.
Lu Xixin sat quietly on the central table and ate slowly.
People stood in a circle around her, all looking at her, like waiters waiting for the guests to call her.
It was obviously a strange scene, but no one noticed anything unusual, and instead took it for granted.
After finishing the meat soup, Lu Xixin pressed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Mrs. Chi.
She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why are you still here?"
There was no question in the calm tone, just indifferent doubts.
But for some reason, Mrs. Chi became nervous for no reason, like a secretary reporting to the president: "I, I..."
What did she come for?
Mrs. Chi was helpless and asked for help from the housekeeper. The housekeeper was also very nervous, but he was far away from Lu Xixin and was not overwhelmed by her momentum. He still had reason: "Doctor Lu wants to prepare the ingredients himself. If you are worried that you are neglecting, come and have a look."
Look."
Mrs. Chi nodded, she remembered.
"Doctor Lu, just tell the chef what you want, you don't have to do it yourself."
Lu Xixin shook her head and explained softly: "Medicinal supplements are not as good as dietary supplements. Your master is born with a weak disease. He needs to be treated slowly. It is best to take medicinal foods. I can only do this myself."
Mrs. Chi was completely stunned. She didn't expect that Lu Xixin came to the kitchen to make medicinal meals for Ping An.
Feeling a little moved, she said, "You don't have to do it yourself. There is a pharmacist in the kitchen who specializes in boiling Chinese medicine. Just let him do it."
Lu Xixin brought the bowl to the sink: "It's not easy to make medicinal meals, so I'll do it myself."
Seeing that she could not be persuaded, Mrs. Chi stopped persuading her and stayed in the kitchen to help.
As a host, you can't really leave your guests in the kitchen.
At first, Mrs. Chi thought that Lu Xixin was just having a whim, but after seeing her skillful handling of ingredients and her neat techniques, she realized that she was serious.
To be honest, Mrs. Chi was a little surprised. Young people of Lu Xixin's age rarely knew how to cook and rarely even entered the kitchen. Moreover, Lu Xixin had been studying and doing research, and was very active in both academic and scientific research.
busy.
How come you have time to cook?
I asked the question accidentally.
Lu Xixin smiled. She was in a good mood now and was willing to chat, so she explained in a leisurely manner: "My grandpa loves to eat what I cook. Every time I cook, he will eat half a bowl of rice more.