Chapter 577 Spiritual Spring 2
The overbearing aroma squeezed out from the cracks in the kitchen door and windows, and instantly swept across the courtyard.
It is so charming and domineering.
The fragrance wafted across the air, and anyone who smelled it couldn't move.
Including Zhao Yuyan who was about to knock on the door.
"What smells so good?"
She sniffed, greedily sniffing the mixed aromas in the air.
Jiang Dehai urged calmly, "Knock on the door."
Zhao Haiyan came back to her senses and knocked on the golden round door knocker.
After a while, the vermilion door was opened from the inside.
The mute woman showed half of her face. Although Zhao Yuyan had seen her before, she was still frightened.
“It’s so scary!”
The mute woman looked at her in silence.
Zhao Yuyan snorted coldly, clutching her frightened chest, and asked angrily, "Is my son here?"
After hearing her purpose, the mute woman slammed the door shut again.
Being blocked outside the door again, Zhao Yuyan looked grim, and Jiang Dehai snorted coldly.
After a while, the door opened again, this time halfway open, leaving a gap for people to enter and exit.
The mute woman waved to the two of them.
Zhao Yuyan and Jiang Dehai followed her with sullen faces.
As we walked into the West Courtyard, the aroma became stronger and stronger, and even someone like Zhao Yuyan, who didn't have much appetite, was tempted to salivate.
Walking along the corridor to the outer courtyard reception room, Jiang Chen was already waiting inside.
Zhao Yuyan walked in happily with her bag, her high heels making a clicking sound.
"son!"
Jiang Chen raised his head nonchalantly.
His eyes, rich in color, were narrowed, and even the warm yellow light could not melt the coldness in his eyes, which were like a wild beast's, with no emotion in them.
Zhao Yuyan was frightened and took a step back, bumping into Jiang Dehai.
Jiang Dehai supported her and warned her with a forced smile, "Be careful."
The cold voice was like a snake's tongue scratching across the ear.
Zhao Yuyan steadied herself, her face pale, and she found a nearby chair to sit down.
Jiang Dehai said in a gentle voice: "Your mother hasn't seen you for a long time. She is so excited."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sneer.
Jiang Dehai looked over unhappily and met Jiang Chen's gaze.
He didn't know his son very well. After coming to Beijing, he met him briefly a few times and felt that Jiang Chen had a bad temper and was difficult to control.
This was the first time Jiang Dehai looked at him seriously.
He was in his early twenties, and his demeanor was not at all immature. His features were handsome yet sinister. When they looked at each other for a moment, the mature wolf smiled sinisterly: "You two are so hypocritical. It's disgusting."
Jiang Dehai's smile froze instantly.
Jiang Chen had lost his patience. He stood up, his tall and imposing figure unfolding. His height of nearly 1.9 meters was extremely oppressive.
"If everything is fine, you two can leave now."
Jiang Dehai has a strong desire for control and is extremely concerned about his reputation. After being repeatedly contradicted by Jiang Chen, he finally got annoyed.
"You kid, how can you follow..."
Jiang Chen walked out with his long legs and said in a deep voice, "Mute woman, please show the guest out."
The thin and hunched figure of the mute woman stood at the door, with three scars on her face. She stared gloomily at Jiang Dehai and his wife and made a gesture to invite them in.
"You little bastard, you're lawless!" Jiang Dehai jumped in anger.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was really about to leave, Zhao Yuyan stopped the furious Jiang Dehai and raised her voice, "June 15th is your father's birthday. We're here to invite you. Bring your wife home for a get-together that day."
Jiang Chen did not give them a precise answer as to whether to go or not.
Zhao Yuyan left with Jiang Dehai, whose face was as gloomy as ink.
When passing by the kitchen, the fragrant aroma pulled Zhao Yuyan at her heels, and her steps became smaller and smaller.
Jiang Dehai no longer had the mood to linger, and said impatiently, "Hurry up."
Zhao Yuyan said, "We haven't found a chef for the banquet yet. I think this chef's cooking is delicious. Why not borrow some from Jiang Chen?"
"Mute, where did you hire the cook for your family?"
The mute woman walking in front tilted her head slightly and gave an ambiguous look.
Zhao Yuyan didn't understand.
But the kitchen door suddenly opened, and an even stronger aroma than before rushed out, making Zhao Yuyan stagger and almost fall down.
She stood up awkwardly and made up her mind to hire this chef.
His eyes crossed the corridor and stared at the kitchen.
Following the aroma, a young girl emerged, wearing a blue plaid apron with floral patterns. Holding a ladle, she shouted, "The soup is ready!"
The one who cooked was Ye Rou!
Zhao Yuyan's breathing became heavier, and a trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes.
You don't need to ask to know that Jiang Chen would never let Ye Rou cook for them.
Alas, what a pity.
A faint sigh passed through the corridor and reached Ye Rou's ear.
She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of Jiang Dehai and his wife standing in the corridor looking over here.
"Strange, what are they doing here?"
Before she could figure out what was going on, Zhou Yuqing, who had been waiting at the door for a long time with his mouth watering, could wait no longer.
The old man held the bowl tightly and looked hurriedly towards the kitchen, "Rou girl, can you drink it now?"
Ye Rou said softly, "No hurry, let's eat first."
Lingquan is too nutritious. If we drink the soup first, I guess no one will be able to eat.
Leng Po served the dishes to celebrate Ye Rou's victory in the competition and to bring fame to Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Everyone was distracted during the meal, even my grandfather, who didn't pay much attention to his appetite, kept looking up towards the kitchen.
Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Ye Rou stopped keeping them in suspense and got up to go to the kitchen to get some soup.
As soon as she moved, she was held down by Jiang Chen.
"I'll go." Jiang Chen left the dining room and came back a moment later with a stew pot.
The pot for stewing the soup is a purple clay pot that the master bought at a scrap collection station when he was out strolling.
It is just right for decocting medicine and making soup. It will not produce any peculiar smell and heats evenly. The disadvantage is that the capacity of this pot is very small. If there are many people in the family, it is not enough for each person to make a bowl of soup using this pot.
Seeing that Ye Rou was using a purple clay pot, Zhou Yuqing started to get anxious before he even drank the soup.
"Rou girl, it won't be enough to drink, right?"
Ye Rou smiled slightly, her fox eyes round and bright, "Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone has enough to drink."
She carried a porcelain spoon and served soup to everyone.
Grandpa, Master, Grandpa Zhou, Grandma Song, and Grandpa Wang all had half a bowl, my aunt had a whole bowl, Jiang Chen had a big bowl, and Ye Rousheng gave the remaining small bowl to herself.
Each person was given a piece of meat for stewing the soup, and the rest was left for Fugui and Aotian.
The tonic soup in the small white porcelain bowl is clear yellow, and it has a jelly-like texture when you shake it slightly, and it is very fragrant.
It's a pity that the quantity is too small, it looks like you can finish it in two or three sips.
Zhou Yuqing pushed the bowl back in front of Ye Rou and said with a flattering smile, "Ye girl, give grandpa some more."
Ye Rou firmly pushed the bowl back and said, "Grandpa Zhou, if you still feel it's not enough after you finish this bowl, I'll give you more."
"This amount is definitely not enough." Zhou Yuqing confidently picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of soup and put it into his mouth.
His eyes, which were usually half-closed, suddenly widened!
This soup, this soup...it's amazing!
The soup is delicate and sticky, not watery at all. It is silky smooth in the mouth, with a rich and strong aroma that explodes in the mouth, cleansing the whole body. After a mouthful of soup, I let out a long breath, and my heavy body suddenly becomes light, and I feel like I am floating.
The aroma makes people feel dizzy, but once the soup goes down their throat, the chaos in their head is swept away, and they become extremely clear-headed, feeling relaxed all over, with clear ears and eyes.
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