Great Blue Night Watchman

When Xiao Tao rushed to the kitchen, Lin Su had already finished the noodles in his bowl, leaving three large bowls for Xiao Tao, Lao Er and Yu Lou. He rolled up his sleeves and was still kneading noodles on the chopping board. Xiao Yao was holding the empty ones. bowl, licking the soup inside.

"Third Young Master, why... why are you still doing these menial jobs? Madam said that you are not allowed to enter the kitchen from now on... Xiaoyao, stop licking. How dare you eat next to me and let Young Master do his work?"

Xiaoyao was startled and quickly put down the bowl in her hand.

Here we must talk about Xiaoyao’s positioning.

In Lin Su's eyes, Xiaoyao is a younger sister.

In Xiaoyao's eyes, Lin Su is her elder brother.

But in the eyes of others, there still has to be an order of dignity and inferiority. Xiaotao has been instilling a lot of etiquette into her from the moment she came into contact with Xiaoyao. She rolled her eyes when she heard Xiaoyao calling her brother, and Xiaoyao didn't mess with her. , calling Lin Su the Young Master in front of her.

Young Master, let me do it...

"Xiao Tao, you came just in time! Xiao Yao is still a little too young. He can't stand as high as the stove, so he can't cook many delicious foods..." Lin Su smiled: "Come on, come on, I'll teach you how to make something fresh. Called Baozi…”

Mother Lin came out of the room and quietly went outside the kitchen. She saw Lin Jialiang scratching his head: "Is your third brother out?"

"No!"

"Xiao Tao didn't even call out?"

"Xiao Tao... He is teaching Xiao Tao how to make fresh food. He said he will make the most delicious breakfast for mother tomorrow morning."

"This child..." Mother Lin's momentum suddenly collapsed: "Erlang, your third brother likes to play and make trouble. These... these are up to him, but there is one thing. From now on, you must supervise his studies for three years. If he can't pass the next provincial examination, you'll have to ask for it for your mother's sake!"

"Mom, please relax, my third brother is a genius, how can he be an ordinary person? In three years, he will definitely be on the list."

At night, Lin Su fell asleep.

With a snap, Xiaoyao slapped his leg.

Lin Su's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes. In the dark night, his vision was very special and he saw mosquitoes flying in the air.

But the strange thing is that the mosquito didn't get close to him at all. It flew three feet away from him, seemed to hit some invisible screen, and flew away naturally.

Does Wenqi protect the body?

This power of literature is becoming more and more miraculous.

Mosquitoes on summer nights are the first pot of gold for many time-travelers. They can make a fortune by making mosquito-repellent incense...

But here, there seems to be a problem. The rich and powerful people standing at the top here either have the power of literature, martial arts, or even the power of formations. Mosquitoes cannot threaten those rich people at all. , the mosquito-repellent incense plan to make a fortune faced the entrepreneurial taboo of low financial resources of the audience from the very beginning.

Forget it, I don’t want to do such a low-end thing.

The next day, Lin Su woke up and looked around. There were no toiletries. He took a breath and felt quite fresh. This was still the power of Wen Dao. The power of Wen Dao had the most miraculous effect on cleaning oneself.

If the power of literature is developed to the extreme, will my farts also become orchids? Lin Su wanted to know, but of course he wouldn't be so bored as to actually smell it.

He has something serious to do, make steamed buns!

When he traveled to this world, he didn't have to rely on the cheating device in his brain for everything. His true abilities were even more astounding.

What is his real ability? High score material research!

Even high-scoring ingredients can be made, so making steamed buns is a piece of cake!

Last night he made a ball of old noodles. Old noodles are the key to making the flour soft.

There is no yeast in this world, so he used a substitute. He was not sure whether it would be successful in the first time. After all, he just did it casually and there was no test.

No, the two girls are already up, so don’t turn this dough into a steamed bun.

The traditional education that the two girls received is: no matter what the ingredients are, they will eventually be made into steamed buns...

When he rushed to the kitchen, he arrived just in time.

The fire has been raised, the water is hot, the rack has been set up, and the old noodles are held in Xiaotao's hand, ready to be steamed on the rack...

The only thing she hesitated about was that the dough was too small. If it was steamed like this, there would only be one steamed bun. Who would eat it?

Lin Su reached out and quickly took the old noodles over. He observed and smelled them carefully. He was very excited. They were fermented well. It was a complete success!

This morning, for two whole hours, Xiao Tao kept her eyes wide open, fully observing every step of the Third Young Master. When the steamer lid was finally opened, she still screamed...

Oh my god, there were more than a dozen fat and white buns lying inside, and they were extremely soft to the touch. At the young master’s suggestion, she almost swallowed her tongue when she tasted them. Madam must like it...

She picked up the bun and ran away, rushing towards the madam's bedroom.

Just as she stepped onto the steps of the main hall, the courtyard door suddenly opened. A mighty old man sniffed and followed the scent like a huge hound to come to her. Xiaotao urgently held the bun plate in her arms. , looked at the old man warily.

The old man smelled the buns and his eyes lit up: "It smells so good! What is this?"

"This is the breakfast that Third Young Master made for Madam. Old Sir, you are..."

"That boy's handiwork? Haha, try it!"

The old man directly picked up a bun, opened his mouth wide, and the bun went into his big mouth...

Xiao Tao's mouth opened wide, and Lin Su, who had just walked out of the kitchen with a bun in one hand, also opened her eyes wide.

Depend on! Mr. Baoshan?

Do you, old man, still have some bottom line as a literati?

Not to mention grabbing my poems, but you also grabbed the steamed buns?

Lin Jialiang came out of the room and was shocked when he saw Mr. Baoshan: "Mr. Baoshan!" He bowed deeply. As a local scholar, he knew Mr. Baoshan well.

"Haha, wonderful! Only this kid can make such delicious food..." Mr. Baoshan completely ignored Lin Jialiang and reached for another bun on the tray.

At this moment, the door rang lightly.

Mr. Baoshan's hand reaching for the buns suddenly moved back. Without a sound, one of the buns in Lin Su's hand disappeared, and the gap where the bun was missing on the tray was filled.

Mr. Baoshan, on the other hand, is like a master of Taoism, with clear clouds and clear wind.

As soon as Mother Lin opened the door, she saw the master in front of her and was shocked: "Mr. Baoshan!"

She was also a member of a wealthy family back then, and knew most of the top people in Haining.

Mr. Baoshan is such an expert.

Mr. Baoshan bowed slightly: "Madam, you are polite!"

"Sir, you are polite!" Mother Lin said, "Happy!"