[Ancient clothing] + [Cute baby] + [Food] + [Food therapy] + [Farming] + [Group pet] + [Growth] + [Not the Holy Mother]
Michelin-starred chef Song Tang suddenly died in the kitchen and turned into a sickly four-year-old girl when she opened her eyes.
The beginning was extremely poor, my father was paralyzed in bed, my mother was so tired that she vomited blood, and my brother dropped out of school.
What's even worse is that the body has a fever every three days, and people in the village say they can't keep it alive.
Fortunately, I have a copy of "The Recipe of All Flavors" in my mind.
A bowl of fish soup relieved the high fever, a plate of wild vegetables replenished Qi and blood, and a pot of meat porridge made my father, who had been paralyzed for three years, move his toes.
Song Tang stepped on the small stool and shook the spoon, shouting with a milky voice:
"A bowl of stomach-nourishing porridge is 3 cents, limited to ten servings. Once sold, close the stall and go to sleep!"
From now on——
A down-and-out scholar suffering from stomach ailments becomes a die-hard regular;
The county magistrate who couldn't stop coughing sent someone to line up;
The nobles from the capital were dismayed at the news and insisted on recognizing her as their goddaughter!
Everyone: The food this child cooks can cure diseases!
Song Tang huddled behind the stove holding the money jar: I just want the rich man to take good care of himself, can you please just leave me alone?
A thin scholar held an empty bowl and smiled gently: "One more bowl."
Song Tang: ... You have licked the bowl clean, what else do you want!
Reader comments
It's really uncomfortable to hear. Every word and every line of this conversation sounds like the police interrogating a prisoner.
It's really uncomfortable to hear. Every word and every line of this conversation sounds like the police interrogating a prisoner.