Chapter 27: Angry Bamboo Fungus Chicken Porridge
Chen Zhao's face was pale, his hands and feet were weak, and he looked completely out of energy.
Zhou Yuesheng put his left arm under his armpit, supporting him as he walked forward. His right arm was covered in blood.
Yu Zhile hurriedly helped Zhou Yuesheng to support Chen Zhao into the house and poured him a glass of warm water.
"He has heatstroke. Doctor Jiang prescribed him a heat-removing water." Zhou Yuesheng seemed to have no sense of pain and took out a plastic bottle filled with dark brown liquid medicine as if nothing had happened.
Plastic bottles can’t block the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine.
Chen Zhao frowned, unwilling to drink, and turned his head away.
"Xiao Zhao, only if you drink this can you get better. Only after you get better can you eat fried mushrooms and drink chicken soup." Yu Zhile began to name the dishes.
They were all light dishes, not at all tempting next to the stinky cooling water.
"There are also salt and pepper shrimps. You haven't tried them before, right?" Yu Zhile said quietly. "The shrimps are fried in oil and then stir-fried with special salt and pepper powder. The shrimp meat is spicy and delicious."
Chen Zhao swallowed his saliva, showing a fearless expression, and gulped down a bottle of cooling water. His face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
"Drink some water." Yu Zhile handed over the water.
Chen Zhao felt dizzy and heavy. He drank half a glass of water in one breath and fell asleep.
"Zhou Yuesheng, stop." Yu Zhile was rarely angry.
Zhou Yuesheng was about to go out to clean the blood on his arm when he turned around after hearing the voice and saw Yu Zhile's eyes wide open.
"Sit down." Yu Zhile pushed him down on the chair.
At that time, Yu Yue pushed his wheelchair into the room with a basin of water in his arms.
He found the cloth bag he threw to Zhou Yuesheng last night, which contained gauze, disinfectant and gold wound medicine powder.
The blood had dried, and it took some effort to clean it with rough gauze dipped in water.
After a while, the gauze was stained with blood, and the water turned light red with a smell of rust.
The scab that has formed on the wound is turned outward, indicating that it is not a new wound.
"Just bear with the pain." Yu Zhile disinfected his wound with a stern face, but his movements were very gentle.
Zhou Yuesheng looked up at her and suddenly remembered the cat that spent the whole day hiding under the big locust tree in the staff quarters.
The orange cat was like this when he was angry, looking fierce, with a stern face and stretched out his claws, thinking he was very fierce.
The powder was sprinkled on the wound, causing extreme pain.
Zhou Yuesheng clenched his teeth and did not make any sound.
After the gauze was tied, a piece of iron with a metallic luster appeared on his fingertips, exposed to Yu Zhile's sight.
Yu Zhile glanced at him without any emotion.
She walked to the kang, felt the temperature of Chen Zhao's forehead with the back of her hand, and left without even looking at Zhou Yuesheng.
The back view reveals a bit of life.
Yu Yue glanced at him and left.
There were suddenly two more patients at home, so Yu Zhile abandoned the original menu as dishes with heavy oils and sauces were not suitable for patients.
She poured hot water on the pheasant that had just died, removing its feathers and leaving only its brightly colored tail feathers.
Cut open the pheasant, remove the internal organs, clean them, throw them into a clay pot and simmer over low heat.
Then, Yu Zhile started to clean the bamboo fungus.
Remove the cap of fresh bamboo fungus, remove the small bumps on the stipe and the stalk, rinse it with running water, and put it in a bamboo basket to drain for later use.
Back in the kitchen, she took out ten kilograms of rice awarded by the platform, filled the rice bag, and soaked two bowls of rice in clean water.
"Xiao Yue and Xiao Bao are so well behaved." Yu Zhile's expression softened a little.
Yu Chi was helping to wash the kudzu vines. When he heard the sound, he looked up and smiled at her.
"Pick them clean." Yu Yue cleaned the roots of the pine mushrooms and the debris on them and put them into the vegetable basket.
Yu Zhile took it, first washed off the attached dirt with clean water, and then soaked it in salt water.
"I'm sorry." Zhou Yuesheng walked to Yu Zhile and apologized in a low voice.
Yu Zhile glanced at him, said nothing, and took out the pine mushroom to control the water.
Zhou Yuesheng followed her into the kitchen.
"Don't get in the way!" Yu Zhile lifted the lid and put the bamboo fungus into the chicken soup, turned around and bumped into Zhou Yuesheng's chest, saying fiercely.
Zhou Yuesheng did not give way and whispered, "Master, I was wrong."
The voice was deep and rich, and Yu Zhile could hear it with a tingling sound in his ears.
She looked up and saw Zhou Yuesheng's pale face. She clenched her palms and said unhappily, "Don't bother me. Go out and sit down."
Zhou Yuesheng chuckled a few times and was pushed out of the kitchen by her.
Looking at the scene of steam rising, Yu Zhile rubbed his ears dejectedly.
The rich aroma of chicken soup brought her back to reality, and she suddenly remembered that she had missed the scheduled live broadcast time.
When she opened the platform page, many viewers left messages under her account, asking her if something had happened.
Yu Zhile quickly asked Xiaoyun to post an announcement, briefly explaining the reason for not broadcasting live, and informing that the next live broadcast would be in two days.
Then she turned her attention back to cooking.
The chicken had been stewed until it was soft and rotten, and a chopstick would sink into it easily. She transferred the whole chicken to the chopping board, scooped out half a clay pot of soup, and poured the soaked rice into the pot.
All the chicken is removed and torn into shreds. Half of it is used to cook porridge, and the other half is mixed with wings and internal organs to make a cold dish. The remaining half is poured out and hung in the well to cool.
Soon, the rice was cooked and Yu Zhile poured in shredded chicken and lettuce.
After simmering on low heat for a few minutes, she took out the firewood and continued to simmer the shredded chicken porridge with the residual heat from the charcoal.
"Sister, I'm hungry." Chen Zhao was awakened by the smell of porridge and leaned against the door frame waiting for food.
Seeing that his complexion had improved a lot, Yu Zhile felt relieved and said, "Fry some more mushrooms and we'll be able to eat them in a few minutes."
Heat the oil and add garlic to sauté until fragrant. Pour in the pine mushrooms and stir-fry over high heat for a few times until the mushrooms turn brown-red. Season briefly and serve.
The shredded chicken porridge was soft and fragrant, and the pine mushrooms were smooth, crispy and tender. Chen Zhao's eyes were filled with tears after eating it.
"Sister, it's good to be sick. This is the first time I've eaten such delicious porridge."
Yu Zhile patted his head and said, "What nonsense! You can't eat strong-flavored food when you're sick. If you don't get better tonight, you won't have any salt and pepper shrimp to eat."
"Ah! No!" Chen Zhao began to howl, but Yu Yue blocked his mouth with a chopstick of pine mushrooms.
He chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then fell on Yu Yue's shoulder, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Good brother, you dare to use the same chopsticks with me when I'm sick."
Yu Yue rolled his eyes at him and lowered his head to eat.
"Heatstroke is not contagious." Yu Zhile's eyes revealed helplessness.
Yu Chi covered his mouth and laughed, and Zhou Yuesheng also had a faint smile on his face.
They cooked early today, and it was time for the villagers to get off work when they finished eating.
Yu Zhile put the chicken soup and chicken into a bamboo basket and walked towards his second uncle's house.
The courtyard door of my second uncle's house was ajar. Yu Qi was picking vegetables and Yu Yang was cooking in the simple kitchen shed.
"Sister Le! Why are you here?" Yu Qi's eyes lit up.
Yu Yang heard his shout and hurried out of the kitchen, saying, "Sister Le, I'm going to cook fish with sour celery today. Please stay for dinner."
"After eating, I'll bring you some chicken soup and cold shredded chicken." Yu Zhile lifted the curtain of the bamboo basket.
The warm chicken soup gave off a rich aroma. The two brothers swallowed their saliva at the same time. They could only eat chicken twice in the whole year.
After the separation, although a wall was built in the middle of the yard, the noise of conversation could still be heard clearly.
The next second, Yu Zhile heard the sound of Old Lady Yu throwing things and making indirect accusations.
"Some people are so heartless that they don't know how to show respect to their elders when they have good things and just give them to ungrateful people."
"Just wait and see, I'll bite you in the back."
"That's right. Le Ni has really been corrupted by that vixen Yu Peilan. She doesn't respect her elders at all!" Yu Taohong directly pointed out her name.
Yu Zhile walked to the door of Yu’s house and kicked it open.
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