But Gu Xiang was not in a hurry to turn off the fire, so he called Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi, asking them to hold the large wooden basin that was washed clean and dried on the left and right, bent down and took long chopsticks to lift the medicinal residue that was almost charred but still stuck to one place and put it in the basin. He then scooped a large bowl of porridge and put it on the medicine residue.

"Let's go, send it to you Brother Yang."

Gudu!

Wang Yan swallowed, moved his eyes firmly and talked desperately in his heart - this is a bowl of porridge, no big deal!

Although he has no appetite these days, he does not lack porridge. Now there are several bowls of beef waiting for him to eat on the kitchen stove.

There are also the dishes cooked by the chefs when trying recipes in the past few days. They are delicious and nutritious. They use first-class ingredients. Many of them are intercepted from the tributes in the palace, and some are specially rewarded by officials.

If he wants to eat these dishes alone, he can eat them in one breath for half a month.

In this way, how can I greed for him, Brother Yang's bowl of porridge?

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi walked along the way, and the aroma of porridge and rice slowly drifted out with the wind, and many people were popping up from every corner of the Yang family.

The soldiers of the Imperial City Division slowly poked their heads out from the trees, on the eaves, in the room, behind the door, and at the corners of the wall.

Zhou Xiaoyi: "Will you ask you to investigate the matter in the future? If you stew some chicken, duck, fish and meat in the kitchen, you won't be able to wait?"

Everyone: "...Wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth first and then call us, hum."

Zhou Xiaoyi: “…”

A fire flashed out from Wang Yan's eyes, staring at the porridge bowl in the basin. He vaguely felt that the fragrance of the porridge was changing along the way. The temperature of the porridge was decreasing, and the temperature of the medicinal materials was also decreasing. However, the aroma of the medicine and rice were mixed better, making people want to smell it. Not only did they want to smell it, but they also wanted to drink it.

He suspected that Gu Xiang's porridge could be addictive.

Just as Dr. Ye said...

"Doctor Ye?"

Wang Yan's mind was in chaos. When he looked up, he saw Doctor Ye squatting in front of Brother Yang's room at some point, writing various words on the ground while rumbling, and muttering words.

Before he could speak, he saw that when the door opened, Brother Yang walked out of the room with big strides. Wang Yan was startled: "Why did Brother Yang come out? Hurry up, sit down quickly."

Zhou Xiaoyi was also stunned.

Brother Yang hasn't left the door for more than half a month. Although he looked at the spirit just now, he actually felt dizzy after standing for a while and felt exhausted all over his body.

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi both knew that Brother Yang was the one who disliked causing trouble to others the most. He was always the one who took trouble for everyone in the Imperial City Division. When he was on a mission, he would be the one who was in danger. Once he was in danger, he would be the one who rushed to the forefront.

How could Brother Yang be willing to show his weak side in front of everyone?

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi also pretended not to know and never mentioned asking him to come out for a walk.

At this time, Brother Yang's skin was pale, only with a sickly red face, his eyes were deep and dark, and the sun shone in the sun, and a slight sense of decay was revealed from head to toe, just like an old tree whose leaves were still green but whose roots were already dead.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little bitter in his mouth, and his eyes were so sour.

He thought he was ready.

Gu Ku

Brother Yang was not ill for a day and a half. They also went from being disbelief at the beginning to seek medical treatment and medicine, to later praying to gods and Buddhas, and now they have accepted their fate. I just hope that Brother Yang can spend this last period of time well.

They knew what was about to happen, but the pain and sadness would not be relieved at all. Even every day, they were more painful than the previous day. It was just that everyone gradually learned to hide those emotions and refused to let Brother Yang see them.

Brother Yang slowly walked out of the door and looked at the bowl of porridge in the basin.

The rolling heat steamed up, covering Brother Yang's face and blocking his vision, but he didn't even have to look. Even if he closed his eyes, some warm pictures appeared in front of him.

There is spring breeze, green grass, and beautiful dreams.

He has been dreaming for many years, but he can't sleep well. Sometimes he doesn't dare to sleep or want to sleep. He seems to have a big hole in his heart, which cannot be filled and blocked. Every day, things slowly slip out of this hole.

He couldn't remember what was leaked, and he couldn't stop it, so he could only let it go.

But at this moment, his dream seemed to be back again, and the people in the dream seemed to gradually reveal their beautiful faces.

“Good.”

Brother Yang walked over unconsciously, picked up the bowl and let out a mouthful of porridge.

He scooped out the porridge with one spoonful of spoons, and the aroma that had already tended to balance once again exploded. The aroma of rice, meat, and medicine spread out desperately. Everyone closed their eyes, covered their ears, and only let their noses go, and inhaled constantly.

Zhou Xiaoyi even felt that taking a fewer scents would be as uncomfortable as throwing a treasure pot.

Brother Yang ate faster and faster. He slapped the rice grains into his mouth without caring about his image, and also had a thin chicken heart meat. Although the slices were thin, they were not chewy at all. They were crispy and had both the fragrance of chicken and the rich sweetness.

While he ate, a hint of intoxication appeared on the noodles. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his expression was very enjoyable: "This rice is fragrant and glutinous. The chicken heart tastes very tight, a little crispy and fragrant, especially when it is chewed, it is particularly fragrant."

Where can I evaluate it?

From Brother Yang's face, Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi saw endless greed. How could it be that it was not delicious?

Brother Yang finally finished the bowl of porridge and was still unsatisfied with eating all the rice grains. Then he put down his chopsticks and stretched.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Xiaoyi even felt that Brother Yang’s face and expression were visible to the naked eye.

Doctor Ye hummed: "It's not an illusion, hum, at least this pulse is much stronger than before. I saw that he had been there for at least one year or two, so he would not die suddenly immediately."

Brother Yang smiled: "I really don't want to die!"

Wang Yan was stunned and was so happy that he looked at Gu Xiang, then looked at him, Brother Yang, and cried with joy: "Brother, don't die. If you are alive, I will ask Gu Chu to cook porridge for you every day."

Gu Xiang smiled: "There are so many good dishes, who would like to eat porridge all day long? There are also Yu Di's family who listens to Luomei, roasted venison, braised pork, Sixi meatballs, fried fish, and an eggplant that needs to be served with ten chickens."

Wang Yan's saliva flowed all over the floor.

Brother Yang exhaled: "I still have to live until I finish the recipe of Gu Chu."

His face improved with the naked eye.

Doctor Ye went to take his pulse again. After a while, the expression on his face was strange: "This emotional therapy has such a miraculous effect? ​​Ah, I think this bowl of porridge has enough effect. I don't need to eat the remaining porridge. Give it to me, I'll take it back to study it."
Chapter completed!