Chapter 123 Adding Weight

At night, in the kitchen of the courtyard.

Cheng Wei Yao was busy preparing medicinal food for her aunt. The medicinal food operation officially started the next day after getting her aunt's approval, and it has lasted for four days now.

As the meat is turned over, the aroma of licorice and cinnamon permeates the meat, and the oily yellow-brown surface makes it look very appetizing.

Wen Chengyun leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched Cheng Weiyao busying around. In order to lower his grandfather's guard, the Prince Qingping's Mansion had quieted down since his first visit and no longer visited. At night, he only asked himself to secretly deliver the medicinal food.

"What's wrong? The barbecue I made today was indeed a little slow. Do you want to try it?"

Cheng Weiyao noticed Wen Chengyun's gaze on her, raised her head with some confusion, and handed over a piece of barbecue that she had just taken out and was about to cool.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Wen Chengyun gently bit the barbecue on the chopsticks, his eyes lowered with a complicated look, and it tasted very good.

To be precise, every time the madam prepared medicinal food, it was a delicacy with good color, aroma and taste. He had also tried it with silver needles and found it to be non-toxic and harmless, and even tasted excellent. However, in the past four days, the madam's health had visibly deteriorated.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the lady wants to take action, she can kill people without even realizing it.

"Do you think it's scary?"

Cheng Weiyao sensed something was wrong from Wen Chengyun's somewhat silent expression, and then smiled. She was also shocked when she first entered the industry and learned the theory of medicinal cuisine.

Medicinal food is a compulsory course for chefs, mainly for the purpose of assisting treatment, strengthening the body and prolonging life. However, not all body conditions can be treated with medicinal food. Any abuse of medicinal food is not only unhelpful to the body, but also harmful.

"There is nothing strange in this world."

Wen Chengyun seemed to be feeling emotional and sighed softly. He could only say that it was fortunate that his wife was a friend and not an enemy, otherwise he would have died in an unclear way.

"It's not as mysterious as you think. Take Auntie as an example. Her physical appearance shows that she has a Yin deficiency constitution. Her cheeks are red and sweaty, her mouth and throat are dry, her hands and feet are hot, and she is thin."

Cheng Weiyao cut the barbecue into thin slices while slowly explaining the principle.

"According to this constitution, you should avoid using warming medicinal foods. Licorice soothes the stomach and relieves urgency, while cinnamon warms the stomach and replenishes yang. Both are excellent, but they are warming medicinal foods and are not suitable for you, my aunt."

Others would avoid incompatible medicinal foods to avoid further harm to their bodies, but in order to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, Cheng Weiyao had to do the opposite and used only medicinal foods with warming and nourishing properties.

"My lady is very learned, almost as good as half a doctor. I will go first then."

Wen Chengyun saw that the small lunch box was already filled with barbecue, and immediately prepared to take the lunch box and leave. However, before he could take a step, Cheng Weiyao grabbed Wen Chengyun's sleeve.

Although medicinal food can be used to imitate external symptoms such as chills, high fever, and severe headaches, the plague naturally cannot be without the highlight: rats!

Cheng Weiyao took out a string of dried field mice and stuffed it into Wen Chengyun's hand as if she was presenting a treasure.

The show has to be done in full. It just so happens that the season in QQ Farm has recently changed to autumn, and the field mouse game has been launched as scheduled.

After the autumn harvest, field mice began to appear. They ate the rice planted by Cheng Weiyao. They were considered wild game in the fields and their internal organs were relatively clean.

"Is this a vole?"

Wen Chengyun's hand stiffened slightly. After carefully looking at the dried vole in his hand, he spoke in a firm tone.

In the past, when marching and fighting, it was inevitable that supplies would not keep up. In order to survive, the army spontaneously expanded the range of food.

Among them is a new food ingredient developed based on the local people's eating habits, namely voles. Voles have fine hair, small heads, and are not very fat. They are very different from house mice, which have thick hair, large bodies, and are not picky eaters.

"My husband is wise. He told me not to feel any psychological burden. I shouldn't hide my feelings when eating. I'd better show some clues..."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Cheng Weiyao's eyes. She didn't expect that Wen Chengyun was also an expert in food.

Wen Chengyun nodded, and disappeared with the food box and dried field mice. When he reappeared, he was already outside the woodshed of his grandparents' house.

The moonlight shone through the gap in the small window onto the face of the aunt who was resting on the floor. Her face was pale, and it would not be surprising even if she could never open her eyes again.

"Auntie."

Wen Chengyun called out softly, and the eyes that had been closed on the floor suddenly opened and looked out the window. After confirming the identity of the person, he stopped looking half-dead.

"The old lady and the mistress have already begun to dislike me. Now they are waiting for the master to order me to be expelled from the house, but I am worried..."

The aunt walked to the window, took the barbecue handed to her by Wen Chengyun, and ate it while reporting the recent situation in a low voice.

Although the progress was good, she was still a little worried. Even though she deliberately aggravated the symptoms of physical discomfort, she still had to be ordered around to do work in the first two days.

However, because his movements became slower and slower in the past two days, the old lady disliked his sickly appearance and asked the mistress to start ordering the third room around.

He ignored his own illness and seemed determined to wait until he died rather than let go.

"We have already considered this. Keep this, Auntie, and act accordingly."

Wen Chengyun took back the snack box and handed over the dried field mouse. In order not to cause panic to his aunt, he added a thoughtful sentence.

"Auntie, don't worry, this isn't a real house mouse. It's harmless and harmless. It just looks similar."

It would have been better if she hadn't said this. As soon as she said it, the aunt looked at the dried mouse in her hand in the moonlight, and her hand trembled and almost dropped it to the ground.

Although it's not a real house mouse, it at least looks like a real mouse, especially in this air-dried shape, it looks very scary...

The aunt is not as knowledgeable as Wen Chengyun. She has spent her whole life either working hard in her parents' home or in her husband's home. It is very difficult for ordinary women to accept this.

"Madam's cooking is excellent, and the food tastes delicious. Auntie, good things are always frugal, and melons are always bitter before they are sweet. Things have come to this point, and we must not give up all our efforts..."

Wen Chengyun encouraged softly.

The aunt nodded resolutely, put the food in her sleeve, and urged Wen Chengyun to go back. Eating dried rat was just a hurdle in her heart, but it was a signal of panic for the whole family.

This would only increase her chances of leaving smoothly, so it was worth a try! Having made up her mind, the aunt closed her eyes and bit into the vole stem.

Auntie's eyes lit up slightly. It wasn't that hard to accept. It felt like eating smoked bacon? It tasted quite chewy...