Madam, let's steam buns together

Wolfberry picked up a small wooden stick on the ground, wiped it casually, then took the wooden stick and dipped some of the medicine in the medicine bottle, and drew three light green liquids on the wrists of the group of people.

How could this group of people easily let goji berries get something like this on their wrists? They struggled frantically, looking at the medicine bottle in the hands of goji berries in horror, as if it contained bone-melting water.

What's more, a man who has been smeared with the potion performed a live performance of what is called life without love, with dull eyes.

Wolfberry deliberately pretended to be afraid that the juice in the medicine bottle would get on her skin, carefully put it aside, took a basin of clean water to wash her hands, as if she was afraid that there would be a little bit of residue on her hands.

Seeing him handle it so carefully, the group of people became more and more sure that this was not ordinary plant juice, it was definitely poisonous!Hiss, it seemed that the place where the wrists were smeared began to heat up. The temperature seemed to be able to directly burn through their wrists, causing them to struggle in horror.

In fact, all of this is just the effect of their minds. The ingredients in the medicinal juice will indeed cause a slight temperature change on the skin when it comes into contact with the air, but that temperature is not even comparable to a glass of warm water.

Lycium barbarum with hands behind its back, old-fashionedly walked to the side of several people, walked around them a few times, and then said slowly: "It's not a special poison, you don't have to worry too much."

Everyone expressed with their eyes: I believe you ghost!

"As long as you finish everything within one day, I will naturally help you get rid of this mark, but if you never come back, if the medicine juice slowly seeps in after a day..." Lycium barbarum pretended to sigh, "Don't come to me until you've lost your hands. I won't be able to do anything then."

After finishing speaking, Gouqizi began to untie them, and when they tore off the rags from their mouths and wanted to speak, Gouqizi shouted loudly: "Time waits for no one, the sooner this thing gets rid of, the better, don't bother!" I thought it could be washed off with water, and the color could be forcibly removed, but the poison that has touched the skin is... tsk tsk tsk."

No one wants to lose their hands because of this, so they looked at each other, and hurriedly lowered their heads and rushed to their respective homes. The two things Gou Qizi said were not too much, just a little money and labor can be written off, for them Still acceptable.

So they quickly brought some money from home quietly. Gou Qizi was already optimistic about a tile shop's high-quality tiles, and they paid for the goods and delivered them.

That day, people who passed by Yang Dabao's house saw such a picture: On the roof of Yang Dabao's house, a group of masked men in black clothes were enthusiastically changing the roof tiles.

Someone came over and asked curiously, Wolfberry smiled and replied while supervising the work: "Last night, the wind was strong, and a few tiles were knocked off the roof. It didn't look good, so I just invited such a group of professional workers from the village outside Changing bricklayers, the main style is mysterious, and the job is completed on the same day."

The visitor looked up at the roof that had been rebuilt and said enviously, "It's so efficient, I also want to invite them to come to my house to repair the roof and replace the tiles."

Lycium barbarum smiled and said nothing, and the few people on the roof heard their conversation and burst into tears silently.

They just couldn't hold back the restlessness in their hearts. Last night they took advantage of the darkness to take a peek, but before they saw anything, they stepped on small things on the roof and slipped instantly. They couldn't even pick them up. The tiles slid straight down, not to mention the pain in the buttocks, and was tied to dry in the yard all night.

Fortunately, wolfberry still had a conscience, so he gave them a quilt to keep warm, and it was not cold for a group of old men to huddle together.

Finally, the pain in the butt disappeared, and I didn't have to be sent to see the official, but I worked super diligently to build tiles here in order not to mess up my hands. I couldn't stop no matter how tired I was. The green color on my wrist became more and more obvious. It's just poisonous!

Roof repair and tile replacement are in full swing.

Goji berries use a broom to sweep up the remaining seeds on the ground. They all fall from the roof. If someone accidentally steps on it, it is estimated that they will fall to the ground.

The seeds are easy to clean, and the grains are distinct. They can be seen at a glance in broad daylight, and they can be cleaned in a short time.

Wolfberry also wondered last night why he didn't choose to paint a layer of oil on the tiles, which would also have the effect of preventing people from standing on them, but now that he thought about it carefully, he understood what the young master was thinking.

It's so hard to clean up the oil stains dripping on the ground. They don't look like seeds. He just sweeps them casually now, and there are basically no such small things on the ground.

The outside of the kitchen has been so lively, and the inside of the kitchen is not idle.

Zhang Dabao was preparing breakfast, when he saw Zhang Huaruo coming in, he hurriedly greeted him: "There is heavy oily smoke in the kitchen, you wait in the room, I'll bring you the meal after I'm done."

Zhang Huaruo shook his head, and tiptoed curiously to look at the stove behind Yang Dabao's shoulder: "What are you preparing?"

"It's too late to make the buns this morning. The dough needs to be prepared at least an hour earlier, so I'm going to cook some egg and millet porridge and make some pancakes." Speaking of pancakes, Yang Dabao asked Zhang Huaruo, "Do you like sugar pancakes or scallion pancakes? Do you want an egg on top?"

"Since there are eggs in the millet porridge, don't add eggs to the pancakes. Which one do you want?"

"I see what you mean, I will make whatever you want to eat."

"Let's go with scallion oil. Millet porridge is sweet, so it's better to pair it with something salty."

After such a discussion, Yang Dabao turned around and continued kneading the dough. Zhang Huaruo stood aside and watched, with a curious look in his eyes. It was obvious that he had never been in the kitchen or watched the cook cook.

Also, it's normal for the young master of a rich family to come into the kitchen so often.

Yang Dabao didn't ask Zhang Huaruo to leave the kitchen anymore, and let him surround him.

He doesn't need Zhang Huaruo's help, as long as Zhang Huaruo just looks at him from the sidelines, he feels that making breakfast is no longer just a small matter of satisfying his appetite and filling his stomach, but has a greater meaning. A sense of pride arises spontaneously.

It is a very satisfying thing for people to look forward to the food made by oneself, and it will be even more satisfying to see the other person eating the food he made with satisfaction.

Zhang Huaruo wanted to help, but he didn't know the steps of making scallion pancakes, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

The atmosphere was just right, and Yang Dabao, who was usually dull and silent most of the time, couldn't help but speak, slowly talking about the steps of making scallion pancakes.

"This pancake is divided into dead flour and live flour. Today I made pancakes with dead flour. They are chewy, not as soft as those made from live flour."

Zhang Huaruo blinked, his knowledge of this aspect was almost zero, he asked calmly: "What is live dough, what is dead dough, is there such a difference in dough?"

He didn't dare to ask because he didn't know.