Chapter 9: Delicious crying

After arriving at the kitchen, Zhang Dafu asked: "Dr. Qin, what do you need to do?"
Qin Haodong said: "The little guy has just been sick, or eat a little lighter, give him some porridge, is there a Babao rice?"
"There are some, but they are all raw rice that has not been soaked. It is not suitable for porridge."
Zhang Dafu also despised Qin Haodong's heart. To make Babao porridge, it is necessary to soak rice in advance, at least for more than four or five hours. This is common sense that ordinary people know, and he has to do eight treasure porridge directly, but he does not know how to cook!
"It doesn't matter, you can give me the rice!"
See Qin Haodong insisted that Zhang Dafu naturally did not say much, and took a small bowl of Babaomi directly to Qin Haodong.
Qin Haodong said: "This is not enough. There must be a lot of people waiting to eat, and we must take another one."
"Uh……"
Zhang Da is simply speechless. I really don't know the confidence of Dr. Qin. The Lin family has been raised by his cooking skills. The general food can't look at the eyes. How can I eat the ordinary eight-treasure porridge?
However, since Qin Haodong wants to give it, anyway, waiting for the shame is not his own.
Thinking this way, he returned and took a large bowl of Babaomi to send it.
Qin Haodong began to wash the porridge after washing the rice. He also knew that the ordinary Babao rice needs to be soaked for a while, but the Aoki Emperor naturally does not need to do it like ordinary people.
He was originally a physique of congenital wood, and the cultivation of the most advanced wood attribute exercises is handy for manipulating plants. The grain in the Babao rice quickly put its own value to the extreme in his hands. Ten minutes later, a strong fragrance filled the kitchen.
"Good fragrant, good fragrant, uncle, the porridge you cooked is so sweet, when can you give candy to eat?"
The little guy stood next to him and looked at the tumbling porridge pot. He couldn’t help but swallow the water. Later, he put a white little finger into his mouth and untied it.
"Don sugar, this is very unsanitary."
Qin Haodong said, pulling the little guy's finger out of his mouth.
"But the uncle of the doctor, Tang Tang really wants to eat!"
"Don't worry, this is all right!"
Qin Haodong said that the fire on the stove was closed and the porridge pot was brought down.
Zhang Dafu has been watching it. When the scent of the porridge pot floated out, he was a strange look. I don’t understand how Qin Haodong made the ordinary eight-treasure porridge so fragrant?
Looking at Qin Haodong's porridge pot down, he couldn't help but say: "Dr. Qin, it is just a half-hour to soak the well-baked Babao rice. This ten-minute has just passed, can't the fire be?"
"It doesn't matter, my cooking method is unique, the porridge is already good." Qin Haodong held the porridge pot with one hand and said the little guy in one hand, "Go, open the meal!"
"Okay, okay, you can finally eat delicious food..."
Tang Tang excitedly went back to the table with Qin Haodong. The two big, cute eyes were always staring at the porridge pot, and they would not leave for a moment.
Out of courtesy, Lin Zhiyuan and Lin Momo sat on the dinner table and did not move chopsticks, waiting for Qin Haodong. Seeing him come back so soon, holding a pot of fragrant porridge in his hand, his face flashed a trace of horror.
"Uncle God, hurry up, hurry up, Don sugar can't wait!"
The little guy said as he spoke desperately.
"Don't worry, this is good!"
Qin Haodong said that he had a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, stirred with a spoon, and turned into a cold ice to help the little guy cool porridge, and soon sent it to Tang Tang.
He sent a spoonful of eight-treasure porridge into the little guy's mouth and asked, "Is it good?"
But Tang Tang couldn't answer him. He grabbed the spoon directly from Qin Haodong's hand. He ate it with a big mouthful, and the cute little looks made everyone laugh.
After laughing, Lin Momo’s heart was full of curiosity. Is the porridge made by this guy really so delicious? I want to know that Tang Tang is the treasure of the family. Shanzhen has tasted all the food, and the picky food is tight. I have never seen her so much like eating.
Qin Haodong saw the doubts of Lin Momo and gave two bowls of porridge to Lin Zhiyuan and her. "Everyone tastes and sees how my craft is."
Lin Momo first picked up the spoon and was very lady's to eat a little, then the action immediately became faster, the speed compared with the little guy did not accept much, just like the grab, where there is a little iceberg beauty look.
Looking at the image of the two beautiful women, Lin Zhiyuan really despised two people. How do we say that we are also big families, what is delicious and not eaten, just a bowl of porridge, as for this?
While thinking about it, he picked up the spoon. When the first porridge was imported, he suddenly widened his eyes, then ate it with a big mouthful, and soon he ate a bowl of porridge.
"It's delicious! It's so delicious! I have never eaten such delicious porridge." Lin Zhiyuan said to Qin Haodong, "Doctor Qin, your craft is great, can you give me another bowl?"
Qin Haodong smiled and filled Lin Zhiyuan's bowl. Lin Momo also ate the porridge in the bowl. Although the cheeks were flushed, some of them were embarrassed, but they couldn't help but hand the bowl in front of Qin Haodong.
Qin Haodong filled her porridge bowl. At this time, the little guy was anxious. While eating, he screamed vaguely: "Give me some more! Leave me a little! The uncle of the doctor must leave a little bit of candy."

Qin Haodong slaps her little head and loves it. "Do not worry, you have it!"
"Dr. Qin, can you give me a try?"
Qin Haodong turned his head and looked at the chef Zhang Dafu.
Zhang Dafu’s heart is full of curiosity. He has never seen Lin’s family eating so badly. If Lin Zhiyuan’s family is hundreds of millions, he really thought it was the childcare that Qin Haodong had found, a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. As for eating so exaggerated?
It is because of this that he also evokes his curiosity and wants to taste what the taste of Qin Haodong's porridge is.
"Okay, welcome advice!"
Qin Haodong said that a bowl of porridge was given to Zhang Dafu.
Zhang Dafu sent a tablespoon of porridge into his mouth, and suddenly felt a strong aroma impacting his taste buds, which was thousands of times stronger than what he had just heard.
"This is the fragrance of longan, this is the aroma of jujube, this is the sweet smell of glutinous rice..."
He slowly chewed and enjoyed the taste buds of this bowl of eight-treasure porridge. At this time, he finally understood why these people are so obsessed, and the eight-treasure porridge cooked by Qin Haodong is really delicious.
Unknowingly, the two lines of tears flowed down the eyes of Zhang Dafu. Yes, he did cry, and he was sobbed by this bowl of porridge.
Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Dafu, and once again despised his heart. What about his chef? He was so cried by a bowl of porridge. It was really nothing.
Although I thought about it in my heart, my men did not stop, and soon sent the empty bowl in front of Qin Haodong.
Zhang Dafu soon drank the porridge in the bowl. Although he still had no idea, he wanted to come back to a bowl. However, as a chef, he couldn’t follow the owner to grab the porridge. He could only reluctantly put the bowl in his hand on the table.
He did not understand how Qin Haodong cooked the ordinary eight-treasure porridge so badly that he stayed with him all the time while cooking, and did not see any special techniques!
Depressing the doubts in his heart, he said to Qin Haodong: "Dr. Qin, I have eaten all kinds of delicacies in the life of Zhang Dafu, but I have never tasted such delicious porridge. This cooking is old, and for the words just now. You apologize."
He is indeed convinced that he is now convinced that Qin Haodong's craftsmanship is not as good as himself. Now he knows that he has been beaten.
Zhang Dafu bowed to Qin Haodong’s apology and said,
Dr. Qin, I think you are more talented in cooking. If you want me, I will recommend it to the Imperial Capital immediately. With your craft, you will definitely become the top chef in China. Even the royal chef."
After he finished, he looked at Qin Haodong with a look of eagerness. Qin Haodong only smiled a little. How could he be a chef when he was a monk, and only the pro-persons were qualified to eat their own meals.

Thank you for the kindness of Chef Zhang, but I still prefer to be a doctor.

"This... Dr. Qin, you will consider it again. It is really a pity that your talent is not a chef..." Zhang Dafu said reluctantly.
"There is nothing to think about. I just do something for the little guy and I am not interested in the chef."
Zhang Dafu’s face showed a trace of disappointment, and he quickly said:
Dr. Qin, since you don’t want to be a chef, can you hand it over to me? I am willing to worship you as a teacher!

Qin Haodong waved his hand and said: "I can't learn my cooking!"
It’s not that he hides his own private, this kind of cooking Zhang Dafu can’t learn, and he can only use it if he is a member of the Qingmu Emperor.
"Oh!"
The disappointment of Zhang Dafu’s face is more intense, but it’s hard to say anything, silently retreating to the side.
"Doctor Qin, is there porridge?"
Lin Zhiyuan once again raised the bowl in his hand and asked.
"Mr. Lin, there is no more!"
Qin Haodong said. He had already increased the amount of porridge, but he did not expect to be eaten so quickly.
Lin Zhiyuan realized that Qin Haodong had not eaten yet, and he could not help but look old.
At this time, the little guy patted the round belly and said: "Uncle God, the porridge you made is so delicious, Tang Tang has not eaten enough!"
Qin Haodong said: "The disease of Tang Tang is just right, you can't eat too much at a time, and then the uncle will give it to you later!"
"That's alright!" said the little guy. "Uncle God, can you send me to kindergarten?"
"I can't do it today, wait for the next uncle to have something to do, and send you to kindergarten tomorrow?"
Qin Haodong really has something to do, saying that it is necessary to do the candy of Tang Tang. The daughter first asked her father to have a gift that he could get a hand. This is why he has not opened his daughter. He waits for him to Go out and prepare gifts.
"Well, the uncle of the doctors will count, we pull!"
The little guy said that he had stretched out his white little fingers and hooked up with Qin Haodong.
After eating breakfast, Lin Momo went to the kindergarten with Tang Tang, and Qin Haodong also left the Lin family.
Today, Tang Tang fever gave him a wake up, the child's physical weakness is easy to get sick, the best way to change this situation is to cut the hair and wash the marrow, so he wants to send a sugar to wash the marrow.
Refining the marrow-washing Dan is simple for him. What he has to do is to get the medicine together. After leaving the Lin family, he came to the medicinal materials market in the western suburbs of Jiangnan City.