Luo Zhentian had to eat these tasteless meals because he was under the supervision of a health doctor. However, he was afraid that Qingshan and Wenyuan would not be able to get used to them, so he always asked the kitchen to prepare normal-tasting dishes and put them in front of them.
Qingshan had long noticed that the old man was served only vegetables that looked good but had a bland taste, while he and Wenyuan were served a sumptuous meal of chicken, duck, fish and meat. He felt a little sorry for the old man and planned to improve his meal in the evening.
"Grandpa, can I use the kitchen for a while?"
"Huh? Using the kitchen? What for?"
"I'll cook tonight. Can we have a vegetarian meal?"
"Vegetarian?"
"Vegetarian?"
Luo Zhentian and Luo Wenyuan said in unison, all four eyes fixed on her.
"Hey, the vegetarian dishes I cook are pretty delicious. Let's eat the same meal today. Don't worry, Grandpa. The vegetarian dishes I cook are colorful, fragrant and delicious. I guarantee that after you eat them once, you will want to eat them a second time, and after eating them a second time, you will be addicted!"
"Haha, great, I, an old man, will have a feast today. Wen Yuan, you go and help!"
"Hey, Grandpa, don't let him cause more trouble. It should take an hour to finish the job, but if he comes to 'help', it will take three hours!"
After saying that, Qingshan went to the kitchen in the backyard, and Yin'er followed him happily, leaving the Luo family's grandfather and grandson to continue playing chess and waiting for dinner.
Although the Luo family's kitchen looks unremarkable from the outside, it is just an ordinary small room. Once you walk in, you will see modern decoration inside, with all the necessary kitchen utensils and equipment. Fresh vegetables, lean meat, eggs, and fresh milk are neatly placed in the refrigerator, and the rice, flour and oil are all refined high-end products.
Qingshan looked around the kitchen, nodded with satisfaction, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start work.
There are many vegetables in the space. Any of them can be stir-fried to make a rare delicacy. What's more, Qingshan is a master cook who has been cooking since he was twelve years old. I guess the grandfather and grandson will be full after this meal.
Qingshan broke off a piece of lotus root for Yin'er and let it lie at the door, chewing it while keeping watch. He waved his hand, grabbed Hongguang back, and his figure disappeared on the spot.
It's January in the capital, freezing cold. A single red cicada is chirping and flitting around in the sky, somersaulting. How can anyone not be suspicious? Better to just stay put in your space!
Qingshan dug out six jade bamboo shoots from the space, cut a few pieces of bamboo tubes, put them in the basket, and planned to make stir-fried bamboo shoots and bamboo tube rice later.
Although this bamboo forest isn't large, it grows as much as the bamboo is used, maintaining a constant balance. Where the bamboo shoots were just dug out, a few lush green shoots are visibly emerging from the ground, taking the vacant space. It won't be long before they grow into the lush, elegant Jade Bamboo.
Jade bamboo is truly the spiritual bamboo favored by the Xuan Huizi Patriarch. Besides its beautiful color and tough texture, it also boasts high edible and medicinal value. Jade bamboo shoots are sweet and cold in nature, clearing away heat and resolving phlegm, and invigorating Qi and soothing the stomach, making them ideal for elderly people like Luo Zhentian.
Qingshan walked around the space, picked some vegetables and some Chinese herbs, returned to the kitchen, and started cooking.
Qingshan is an excellent cook and the Luo family has all the necessary equipment, so they prepared four dishes, a soup and a dessert in a short time, and also cooked a large piece of beef for Yin'er.
Besides the Luo family, the courtyard also housed security guards, a health doctor, and a chef, all of whom lived in the backyard's covered room. Luo Wenyuan's security guard was called Wang Dahai, a man in his forties who had served the old man for over a decade. In the old man's eyes, he was "Little Wang," but Luo Wenyuan and Qingshan called him "Uncle Wang." Qingshan cooked their own portion and had Uncle Wang take it home.
"Yin'er, go call Luo Wenyuan to serve the dishes—!"
“Woof!”
Yin'er responded and ran towards the north wing. After a while, he ran back, and Luo Wenyuan followed behind with big strides.
"Qingshan, what did you do? It smells so good!"
As Luo Wenyuan spoke, he reached out to lift the heat insulation cover on the food, but Qingshan slapped him in the face: "Tsk, what are you looking at? It'll get cold if you lift it! Hurry and serve it on the table--!"
Luo Wenyuan was slapped, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he had a silly smile on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He used his earth-attributed ability to make a large tray, put all the food on it, and took it to the living room of the main house.
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