A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After saying goodbye to Luo Haiyun, Song Qinghan walked towards He Ning without even thinking about it.

In fact, even if he didn't want to bother He Ning with this matter, he still wanted to meet with He Ning and talk about the progress of the mixed race and the triplets.

Although He Ning has no real power in Yueban City, his status is there, and he also shoulders the fate of marriage. No matter which official he is, he must give him some face, otherwise it is hard to say how long the black hat can last .

After walking into He Ning's mansion with ease, he couldn't help showing a wry smile when he saw He Ning lying in the hall separated by the green gauze curtain listening to music and dancing.

If he wasn't familiar with He Ning, he might think that He Ning's behavior was no different from "the rich man's wine and meat stinks, and the road is frozen to death", but because he knew He Ning's temperament, he would only think that all of this was wrong. is so normal.

If this play hadn't happened, maybe the people with frozen bones on the road would be the actors in front of them.

When He Ning saw him, he raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Is it a back and forth?"

Song Qinghan froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered the pack of fried snow lotus petals he gave him that day, looked down at his empty hands, and felt a little panic on his face.

However, when his gaze caught sight of the steamed taro on He Ning's table, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Has Your Highness ever eaten shredded taro?"

He Ning thought about it carefully, shook his head slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Do you want to do it for me now?"

For some reason, Song Qinghan always felt that He Ning's smile was a bit cramped, but he still said calmly: "That's right, His Highness made me fresh food last time, and I have to make fresh ones for His Highness to be regarded as Pay back."

He Ning chuckled, waved his hand casually, and ordered: "Go and help him prepare the materials."

Song Qinghan was also not polite, and directly told all the things needed to make shredded taro, and then sat down calmly opposite He Ning.

If it was another person, I'm afraid he would feel that his behavior was a bit rude, but He Ning would not, this is probably the tacit understanding between the two of them.

"Tell me what you want from me."

When Song Qinghan was brewing emotions, He Ning opened his mouth directly, as if discussing today's weather, and said calmly.

Song Qinghan touched his head in a little embarrassment, and then he was relieved, and said with a light smile: "You saw it again, but it's true that I won't come if I have nothing to do."

After finishing speaking, he recounted all the things that happened after he returned from He Ning that day. Seeing that the expression on He Ning's face became more serious, as if he knew what he was thinking, he said directly: "Don't worry, a troublesome It is indeed troublesome, but if there is more trouble, it is actually nothing.”

He Ning slowly raised the corners of his mouth, waved to the actors who were still singing and dancing, gently twisted his sleeves, and said calmly: "You can understand yourself, do you still want to say that two troubles are colliding? Together, it turned out to be a blessing?"

Song Qinghan was at a loss for words. In fact, he wanted to tell He Ning that "negative negatives are positive", but he was worried that He Ning would not understand. his thoughts.

Seeing Song Qinghan deflated, He Ning laughed softly like a child who succeeded in playing a prank, and said with crooked eyes: "Okay, tell me, what is it?"

"Actually, I want to sneak into the logistics and go to the battlefield with Wu Dahu."

He stated this idea very decisively, wondering if he was afraid that He Ning would change his mind if he said it too late.

He Ning paused for a moment, slowly suppressed the smile on his face, and said lightly, "This incident seems to have nothing to do with the previous two incidents. Who told you to enter the logistics? Wu Dahu?"

Seeing his serious tone, Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, but said honestly: "Luo Haiyun said, but I begged for it..."

For some reason, he always felt that he was now like a child who did something wrong, listening obediently to the head teacher's teachings.

Fortunately, the scene he envisioned did not appear. He Ning thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll get someone to arrange it right away."

It is strange to say that no matter how difficult it is, once it meets He Ning, it will be solved immediately. At this moment, Song Qinghan felt that all his previous worries were for nothing.

"However, you have to obediently do what I arrange. If you don't obey the arrangement, they will leave you halfway."

He Ning glanced at him lightly, seeing that his eyes were full of excitement, as if on purpose, he suddenly said such a sentence that was like pouring cold water.

However, Song Qinghan didn't think this request was too much, so he readily agreed.

"Okay! Don't worry, I will obey the order!"

As soon as his words fell, the servants brought up the materials for making shredded taro, gently placed them in front of the two of them, and retreated after saluting.

Song Qinghan solved a major problem, and it was the time when he was in a good mood, so his hands and feet became much more dexterous, so he rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, put the cut taro into the pan and fried it until golden, and took it out Finally, put in an appropriate amount of sugar and water, and when the syrup is formed, put the taro that was fried before into the roll, roll out the shreds and pour it into the plate.

The snow-white plate is in stark contrast to the golden taro, and the sugar shreds are gently blown by the wind, which looks very attractive.

He Ning picked up the chopsticks and was about to taste them when he heard Song Qinghan stop him: "No! There is still one step left!"

He watched curiously as Song Qinghan poured out a bowl of boiled water, placed it in the center of the table, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Drink?"

Song Qinghan chuckled lightly, as if deliberately trying to trick him, picked up a grain of taro with chopsticks, rolled it in boiled water before putting it in his mouth, after tasting it carefully, his eyes lit up, and he said with certainty: " OK."

He Ning really wanted to say that if others tasted the delicious food before him, he might be beaten, but when he thought that even if he said it, Song Qinghan might not remember it, so he laughed, and imitated Song Qinghan's appearance, and put the taro Put the grains in the water and roll them around before putting them in your mouth.

The syrup has solidified under the action of cold water, and when you bite it gently with your teeth, it shatters into slag, revealing the golden taro wrapped inside.

The soft and mellow taste of taro blossoms on the tip of the tongue, mixed with fine sugar granules, making people feel that the more you chew, the sweeter it becomes, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

This thing can be called dim sum, or it can be called a dish, but the only thing that remains the same is that no matter how you eat it, its taste is superior.

Seeing that He Ning was happily eating one after another, Song Qinghan also showed a relieved expression on his face.