Chapter 3: Pan-Fried Tofu Balls

 

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 reached a certain stage, they could 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?

'It's absolutely amazing!'

"It's so delicious." Aunt Wang sighed sincerely. This time she really believed that cooking is the lady's old profession.

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled crookedly. She has two great wishes in her life: cooking and being a fragrant and soft girl.

Now it seems that this dream is not too difficult to achieve.

After the pan-fried tofu balls were prepared, Tang Qiaoqiao washed a handful of fresh green bean sprouts, green onions, and dried peppers until fragrant. She stirred fry the bean sprouts in a pot over high heat, add a spoonful of balsamic vinegar, and stirred them a few times.

The small pumpkins are already steamed and mashed into a puree with a spoon. At this time, the millet porridge has a layer of fine rice oil. She poured the pumpkin puree into the millet porridge and stirred it evenly, then she continued to cook it for a few minutes, and the millet pumpkin porridge is complete.

Aunt Wang felt a little guilty about not doing anything and eating the master's food, so she stepped forward and said, "Madam, let me take it."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "No, I'll just do it myself."

Shen Yue half leaned on the bed. His stomach was empty, and from time to time, there was a tingling sensation, but he can't taste anything. The smell of the food served by the servant only made him feel nauseous.

At this moment, a faint smell came from downstairs, and his stomach was even more uncomfortable. Who knows what sort of tricks the woman is doing?

"Knock, Knock." A knock came from outside the door.

"It's me. I'm here."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the door in without waiting for him to reply.

Shen Yue said in a cold voice, "Who allowed you to come in?"

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't want to care about his thoughts anymore. She put the food on the table and walked to the window to open the curtains.

"Why are you still closing the curtains? It is good for your body to get some fresh air and be exposed to the sun."

As soon as the curtains were opened, the bright sun spilled into the whole room through the glass. Shen Yue stayed in the dark for a long time. The sunlight suddenly stabbed his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes. It took a long time for him to adjust.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Qiaoqiao's face in front of him.

The woman's slightly damp hair was draped softly on one side. Her plain face was white and slightly blushed. Her black grape-like eyes blinked, and he could smell a fruity scent when she was close.

Tang Qiaoqiao waved her hand in front of his eyes. "What is it?"

Shen Yue gave a dry cough and turned his head. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you food. I made it by myself."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the millet pumpkin porridge, fried tofu balls, and stir-fry bean sprouts in front of him.

Shen Yue raised his eyelids and took a look. Is this the scent he just smelled? Was she cooking downstairs for him?

No, he didn't believe that she would suddenly be so kind.

"Who knows if the food you cook is poisoned?"

"Only the heart of a villain will question the motive of a gentleman."

"I'm the villain, but no one asked you to cook for the villain." Although the scent of the food continued to burst into the tip of his nose, his hand under the quilt gently pressed his stomach, and he said, "Take it away."

Chapter 3: Pan-Fried Tofu Balls

 

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 reached a certain stage, they could 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?

'It's absolutely amazing!'

"It's so delicious." Aunt Wang sighed sincerely. This time she really believed that cooking is the lady's old profession.

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled crookedly. She has two great wishes in her life: cooking and being a fragrant and soft girl.

Now it seems that this dream is not too difficult to achieve.

After the pan-fried tofu balls were prepared, Tang Qiaoqiao washed a handful of fresh green bean sprouts, green onions, and dried peppers until fragrant. She stirred fry the bean sprouts in a pot over high heat, add a spoonful of balsamic vinegar, and stirred them a few times.

The small pumpkins are already steamed and mashed into a puree with a spoon. At this time, the millet porridge has a layer of fine rice oil. She poured the pumpkin puree into the millet porridge and stirred it evenly, then she continued to cook it for a few minutes, and the millet pumpkin porridge is complete.

Aunt Wang felt a little guilty about not doing anything and eating the master's food, so she stepped forward and said, "Madam, let me take it."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "No, I'll just do it myself."

Shen Yue half leaned on the bed. His stomach was empty, and from time to time, there was a tingling sensation, but he can't taste anything. The smell of the food served by the servant only made him feel nauseous.

At this moment, a faint smell came from downstairs, and his stomach was even more uncomfortable. Who knows what sort of tricks the woman is doing?

"Knock, Knock." A knock came from outside the door.

"It's me. I'm here."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the door in without waiting for him to reply.

Shen Yue said in a cold voice, "Who allowed you to come in?"

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't want to care about his thoughts anymore. She put the food on the table and walked to the window to open the curtains.

"Why are you still closing the curtains? It is good for your body to get some fresh air and be exposed to the sun."

As soon as the curtains were opened, the bright sun spilled into the whole room through the glass. Shen Yue stayed in the dark for a long time. The sunlight suddenly stabbed his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes. It took a long time for him to adjust.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Qiaoqiao's face in front of him.

The woman's slightly damp hair was draped softly on one side. Her plain face was white and slightly blushed. Her black grape-like eyes blinked, and he could smell a fruity scent when she was close.

Tang Qiaoqiao waved her hand in front of his eyes. "What is it?"

Shen Yue gave a dry cough and turned his head. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you food. I made it by myself."

Tang Qiaoqiao pushed the millet pumpkin porridge, fried tofu balls, and stir-fry bean sprouts in front of him.

Shen Yue raised his eyelids and took a look. Is this the scent he just smelled? Was she cooking downstairs for him?

No, he didn't believe that she would suddenly be so kind.

"Who knows if the food you cook is poisoned?"

"Only the heart of a villain will question the motive of a gentleman."

"I'm the villain, but no one asked you to cook for the villain." Although the scent of the food continued to burst into the tip of his nose, his hand under the quilt gently pressed his stomach, and he said, "Take it away."