When Tang Qiaoqiao was in the cultivation realm, the master chef used her to make meals for hundreds of people. For those Taoists who have not yet reach bigu, food is also part of their cultivation. The iron ladle made of thousand-year-old profound iron can provide them with a steady flow of spiritual energy through food.
[T/N: Bigu is a Taoist fasting method. When a cultivator reaches a certain stage, they can get energy from the surrounding spiritual energy and do not need to eat anymore.]
Although she is no longer a big iron ladle, she spreads her hands and spiritual energy leaps into her palm.
She gathered the aura of her hands together and turned it into the shape of an iron ladle.
The spiritual energy rubbed her palm affectionately as if it was conscious.
"With you by my side, I'm relieved."
The energy jumped twice with joy. Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and retracted her palm.
Tang Qiaoqiao looked at the ingredients in a refrigerator. She pondered for a while and took out a small palm-sized pumpkin. She peeled it, dug out the seeds, cut it into pieces, and steamed it in the pot. Then she took another handful of yellow-orange colored millet, washed it, added water, and poured it into a clay pot, and boiled it slowly over a small fire.
With the staple food, Tang Qiaoqiao began to make side dishes for porridge.
She saw white porridge, scrambled egg, and greens thrown away by Shen Yue's door. She could see that Aunt Wang followed the principle that a patient should eat light, but Shen Yue didn't even take a bite.
At the moment, he has a fever, so there must be no taste in his mouth. The food should not be too light. Otherwise, it would not be able to stimulate his appetite.
Tang Qiaoqiao found a piece of old tofu in the refrigerator and decided to make a pan-fried tofu ball.
She crushed the old tofu, beat two eggs, added a little flour, sprinkled a little pepper and chives to taste, and kept stirring in one direction until it became a paste.
She rubbed the tofu paste into small balls, then slightly flatten them with her palms. When the oil in the pan heated up, she fried them until golden on both sides.
Together with the sizzling sound, an appetizing scent filled the kitchen.
"It smells so good." In fact, Aunt Wang has been waiting outside for fear that this lady will accidentally burn the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, she waited and waited for something big to happen, but instead, she met a tempting fragrance.
"Come on, have a taste."
Tang Qiaoqiao has fried three or four tofu balls on the plate.
Aunt Wang waved her hand again and again. "No, no, this is for the master."
Tang Qiaoqiao: "He can't eat so much."
As she said that, she freed up one hand of her hand and put one tofu in her mouth. The outside of the tofu ball is fried until it is crispy, but the tofu inside is still tender and juicy. It still retains the heat when it comes out of the pot, and it is slightly hot.
Tang Qiaoqiao took a few breaths and motioned Aunt Wang with her eyes to come and taste it quickly.
The more she chews, the more fragrant it gets. The spiciness of the pepper arouses the unique fragrance of tofu.
Aunt Wang swallowed and finally couldn't help but break her own rules. She took another pair of chopsticks and tasted one.
She widened her eyes immediately. Is this the old tofu she usually buys? Why is the taste nothing at all like when she cooks it herself?
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