Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 14
When Xiaotao rushed to the kitchen, Lin Su had finished eating the noodles in his bowl, and left three big bowls for Xiaotao, Lao Er, and Yulou. bowl, licking the soup inside.

"Third Young Master, why...why are you still doing these lowly jobs? Madam said, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen again...Xiao Yao, stop licking, how dare you eat by yourself and let Young Master do things?"

Xiao Yao was startled, and quickly put down the bowl in her hand.

Here we have to talk about Xiaoyao's positioning.

In Lin Su's eyes, Xiaoyao is a younger sister.

In Xiaoyao's eyes, Lin Su is an older brother.

But in the eyes of others, there must be an order of superiority and inferiority. From the moment Xiaotao came into contact with Xiaoyao, she has been instilling a lot of etiquette in her. , in front of her, called Lin Su to call you son.

Son, let me come...

"Xiaotao, you came just in time! Xiaoyao is still too young, standing up is not as high as the stove, and I can't cook a lot of delicious food..." Lin Su smiled: "Come, come, I will teach you how to make something fresh, It's called Baozi..."

Mother Lin came out of the room, quietly went outside the kitchen, and saw Lin Jialiang who was scratching his head: "Has your third brother come out?"

"no!"

"Xiao Tao didn't call out?"

"Xiaotao...he is teaching Xiaotao how to cook fresh food, saying that it will be the best breakfast for mother tomorrow morning."

"This child..." Lin's mother's momentum suddenly collapsed: "Erlang, your third brother likes to play and make troubles, and these... let him do these things, but there is one thing, from now on, you must supervise him to study well. If he can't pass the next township test, I'll ask you for my mother!"

"Mother, don't worry, the third brother is a genius, is he an ordinary person? After three years, he will definitely be on the list."

At night, Lin Su fell asleep.

With a slap, Xiao Yao slapped her own leg.

Lin Su's drowsy drowsiness suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes. In the dark night, his vision was very special, and he saw mosquitoes flying in the air.

But the strange thing is that the mosquito didn't get close to him at all, and flew three feet away from him, as if hitting some invisible screen, and flew away naturally.

Wenqi body protection?
This literary power is becoming more and more miraculous.

Summer night mosquitoes are the first pot of gold for many traversers after crossing, making mosquito coils to make a fortune...

But here, there seems to be a problem. Those who stand at the top, rich and powerful, either have the power of literature, or martial arts, or even the power of formation. Mosquitoes can't threaten those rich people at all. , Mosquito-repellent incense is a way to make a fortune, and it faces the entrepreneurial taboo of low financial resources of the audience from the very beginning.

Forget it, I don't want such a low-end thing.

The next day, Lin Su woke up and looked around. There were no toiletries. He took a breath and felt quite refreshed. This is still the power of Wen Dao, and the power of Wen Dao cleans himself most miraculously.

With the power of writing and dao developed to the extreme, will farting be like orchid fragrance?Lin Su wanted to know very much, but of course he would not be so bored to really smell it.

He has business to do, making buns!

When he traveled to this world, he didn't have to rely on the cheating device in his brain for everything. His real ability showed people even more dumbfounded.

What is his real skill?High score material research!

Even high-scoring ingredients can be produced, making buns is naturally a piece of cake!
Last night he made a ball of old dough, which is the key to making the flour soft.

There is no yeast in this world. He used a substitute, but he was not sure if it would be successful for the first time. After all, he just did it casually and did not test it.

No, the two girls are already up, don't make this ball of old noodles into buns.

The traditional education the two girls received was: no matter what the ingredients are, they will all be made into Wowotou in the end...

When he got to the kitchen, he came just in time.

The fire has risen, the water has heated up, the shelf has been set up, and the old noodles are in Xiaotao's hands, ready to be steamed on the shelf...

The only thing she hesitated about was that this ball of old noodles was too small, steamed like this, and there was only one steamed bun, who would eat it?

Lin Su stretched out his hand, quickly took the old noodles over, observed carefully, sniffed them, his heart was full of joy, the fermentation was good, it was a complete success!

This morning, for two whole hours, Xiaotao kept her eyes wide open, observing every step of the third son in an all-round way. When the lid of the steamer was finally lifted, she still screamed...

Oh my god, there are more than a dozen chubby buns lying in it, and they are extremely soft to the touch. Under the young master's gesture, she almost swallowed her tongue when she tasted it. Madam must like it...

She picked up the buns and started running, rushing to the wife's bedroom.

Just as she was stepping on the main hall steps, the yard door suddenly opened, a mighty old man took a sniff, followed the smell like a huge hound to her, Xiao Tao urgently hugged the steamed stuffed bun in her arms , looking at the old man vigilantly.

The old man smelled the steamed stuffed bun, his eyes lit up: "It smells so good! What kind of thing is this?"

"This is the breakfast that the third son cooked for his wife, sir, are you..."

"The kid's handwriting? Hehe, try it!"

The old man directly picked up a steamed stuffed bun, opened his mouth wide, and a steamed stuffed bun went into his big mouth like this...

Xiao Tao's mouth was wide open, and Lin Su, who had just walked out of the kitchen with a bun in each hand, also opened her eyes wide.

Depend on!Mr. Baoshan?

Does your old man still have the bottom line of a literati?
Not to mention snatching my poems, but you even snatched buns?
Lin Jialiang came out of the room, and was shocked when he saw Mr. Baoshan: "Mr. Baoshan!" He bowed deeply, as a native literati, he knew Mr. Baoshan.

"Haha, it's wonderful! Only this kid can cook such delicious food..." Mr. Baoshan completely ignored Lin Jialiang, and stretched out his hand to another bun on the tray.

At this moment, the door slammed lightly.

Mr. Baoshan suddenly turned his hand towards the buns, and without a sound, one of the buns in Lin Su’s hand disappeared, and the missing bun on the tray was filled.

As for Mr. Baoshan, like a master of Taoism, the clouds are calm and the wind is clear.

As soon as Mother Lin opened the door, she saw the expert in front of her, and she was shocked: "Mr. Baoshan!"

She was also a part of the rich family back then, and knew most of the top people in Haining.

Mr. Baoshan is such an expert.

Mr. Baoshan gave a slight salute: "Madam, you are polite!"

"Sir, you're polite!" Mother Lin said a blessing.

(End of this chapter)