80s Taoism

　　 [There is a small bug in Chapter 22. The Golden Tigers should still be bells. There is a contradiction with the previous one. The plot in Chapter 22 has been deleted. Thank you book friend for reminding me in the book review. The timing of the appearance of the Golden Tigers is still behind. I'm really sorry. There was such a big mistake. 】

　　 When he heard the gurgling sound in the pot, Zhang Jiaohua piled up the fire in the stove with wood ashes. The fire was much lower and the noise in the pot became much smaller. Zhang asked Hua to take a pair of chopsticks, uncovered the lid, and inserted the chopsticks into the pot a few times. The hot white mist rushed up, and Zhang Jiaohua liked the fragrance of the rice very much.

　　 But today's fragrance is particularly appetizing, and there is a meaty fragrance in the rice. It's really weird. Without adding meat, how come there is a smell of meat in the rice?

　　 Cooking rice and cooking meat spell, can it be a spell that makes rice full of meaty fragrance? This possibility is very high, otherwise, who would do such a spell after eating and doing nothing?

　　 Oh, it smells so good, and my stomach gurgled. Zhang Jiahua wanted to put a bowl of rice and try it. But at this time the rice is not fully cooked, it's raw. Had to cover the pot. When the rice was almost ready, parents came back, Zhang Jiaohua had forgotten to eat the rice in the pot.

　　 "Hey, today's meal is delicious." Zhang Youping asked when he entered the door a long-lost fragrance. It's not easy to smell the meat these days.

　　 "Well, where does the meaty smell come from?" Liu Qiaoye also felt strange.

　　 Zhang begged and pretended not to know, "Is it possible that my cooking still smells of meat?"

　　 "Oh, it seems that I haven't eaten meat for a long time, this is so gluttonous." Zhang Youping smiled.

　　 Liu Qiaoye was still a little bit suspicious, "I just asked about the smell of meat. It's really strange. Where does the money come from eating meat and eating meat?"

　　 Zhang Youping has nothing to say, "When my injury is well, I will go to Guangdong to work. I heard that if I work there, there are two to three hundred a month."

"It's so far, I can only come back once a year. Cub Cub can't see Dad a year. What's so good? Although the family is difficult, it is not time to open the pot. I still find a way to do something at home." Liu Qiaoye was not very in favor. Husband's thoughts.

　　Think about it, when I arrived in Guangdong, I could live with mother-in-law and cub for a few days at the end of the year. Zhang Youpin couldn't help but start to retreat. In that year, everyone suffered from poverty together, and did not feel that the family was poor and could not afford to raise their heads. Although there is no money, the life of every household is not painful. At that time, they had just achieved a full meal, so most people not only did not feel pain, but also had a faint sense of happiness.

　　 Liu Qiaoye made a loofah soup, fried another winter melon, and made a poached egg for the cub. It can be considered as having two dishes and one soup. Then I got a little chopped pepper from the jar and served with rice. A little bean drum is added to the loofah soup, and the taste has taken a step up.

　　 Zhang Youping took an enamel bowl for Zaozui, and several places of paint had been removed from the bowl. They were all thrown by Zhang Jiahua while eating.

　　 Zhang Youping opened the lid of the pot, and a strong smell of meat wafted over his face, "Hey, there is really a smell of meat in this pot. Cub, what's the matter, where did you get the meat?"

　　 "No. Where can I get the meat? I can't cut the meat from my pig and cook it, right? It's really strange today, the rice is cooked, and the meat smells." Zhang Jiaohua deliberately pretended to be confused.

　　 Liu Qiaoye also looked over, "If you pretend to eat, come out and see if there is meat in it, don’t you know what’s going on?"

　　 But after the rice was loaded, I still didn't know what was going on. There is no trace of meat in it, but the smell is exactly the same as that of meat.

　　 "It's really strange, there is really no meat, how can I smell a smell of meat? This rice can eat several bowls without vegetables." Zhang Youping took the bowl and ate a bowl of rice.

　　 "Then you can eat all the food every day, anyway, now there is enough food." Liu Qiaoye smiled.

　　 This meal was not enough to eat. Even Liu Qiaoye can’t eat much, but it’s doubled today. Zhang Youping used to eat two bowls for each meal, but today he ate three bowls altogether. Even if Zhang Biaohua knew what was going on, he was controlled by instinct to eat twice as much as usual. The last three people ate up the rice in the pot, and there was no rice to feed the chickens.

　　 Zhang Biaohua finally understands the effect of the cooking curse, which can make the rice smell meaty and naturally increase appetite. Solve the greedy. I don't know who created this spell. I think it was the Taoist Taoist Meishan who hadn't eaten meat for a long time and was so greedy that he created such a spell.

　　 When making lunch, Liu Qiaoye was cooking at home. Zhang Jiaohua naturally did not have the opportunity to use the cooking skills of rice and meat. As a result, Liu Qiaoye's cooked rice naturally smelled the same as before. Where does the meat smell come from?

　　 Liu Qiaoye directly pinched the cub’s ear and went to the kitchen, "Tell my mother honestly, what's wrong with the meaty taste when you cook? You don’t treat me honestly today, let’s see how I can clean you up!"

　　 Zhang called the flower and hurriedly recruited, "My master taught me a spell for cooking rice and meat. I used this spell when I was cooking, and it smelled like meat."

　　 "Then you quickly cast the spell." Liu Qiaoye relished the fragrance very much.

　　 Zhang called the flower but shook his head, "No way. That spell is only useful when cooking. You have cooked rice and cooked rice. How can I cast the spell?"

　　 "Don't tell me soon." Liu Qiaoye said annoyedly.

　　 After lunch, the family was enjoying the cold under the bayberry tree in the yard. They heard someone in Zhang Shicai’s family crying hard~www.wuxiahere.com~ It seemed like Aunt Nine was crying. Could something happen to the world? I'll go and take a look. "Zhang Youcai frowned, foreseeing something bad would happen.

　　 "Go ahead. Zai Zai, you are at home with your mother." Liu Qiaoye first thought of watching Zai Zai.

　　 "Mother, let me go to the yard to play for a while, okay?" Zhang Jiahua naturally wanted to go over and watch the excitement.

　　 "Not good!" Liu Qiaoye made the decision simply.

　　 "Mother..." Zhang Jiaohua once again made a big move, with a few consecutive three-hundred-sixty-degree whirling whispers, it almost made Liu Qiaoye's heart cringe.

　　 "No!" Liu Qiaoye's eyes stared, not showing off, you forgot that I am a tigress.

　　 Zhang begged the flower to stalemate with the tigress for a while, and finally realized that his little arm could not twist his thigh, and walked into the room dejectedly.

　　 Zhang Shicai's condition is not good, the wound is inflamed. Although I have been given anti-inflammatory injections at home after I was discharged from the hospital, the environment of the farmhouse is naturally much worse than that of the hospital, and there is no good care. Within two days of returning, the wound became infected. Now the whole body is burning like fire, lying on the bed and talking nonsense.

　　 "Yinxiu, Yinxiu is back? I don't blame you for doing this. But you don't want to divorce me..."

　　 "Qianlong, you beast, you are so wicked. I helped you and almost lost his life. You just ran away. Are you still a human?"

　　……

　　 Zhang Shicai kept repeating these things. His consciousness has become increasingly unclear.

"I can't go on like this. Auntie, I have to go to the hospital." Zhang Youping immediately said when he saw this situation~www.wuxiahere.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all here. ~www.wuxiahere.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.