Xiaoyao Village Doctor

Chapter 365 Ten Bottles of Mustard
"Don't push yourself too hard, don't think that the Jiang family is easy to bully."

Butler Yang said: "Don't play tricks on me, you boy. Calling you Mr. Wang is to give Mr. Jiang face. This dish must not be served."

Wang Teng didn't intend to pay attention to Steward Yang at all, but turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaoxiao who had been standing behind him without speaking, and asked, "Is there any mustard? Bring me ten bottles."

Jiang Xiaoxiao heard cold sweat on his forehead, and replied, "You...why do you want ten bottles of mustard?"

"Don't ask so much, I tell you to bring it here."

Wang Teng said.

The more Steward Yang looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and his face turned black. Did this kid Wang Teng intend to murder Mr. Jiang?
Pour these ten bottles of mustard into the meat, can it still be eaten?
"Stinky boy, I have tolerated you for a long time."

Steward Yang rushed up and pushed Wang Teng hard with his hand, and said, "I have already seen that you have a problem. Do you think Mr. Jiang is stupid and easy to bully, and am I stupid too?"

Wang Teng glared at Steward Yang, and replied, "If I say there is no problem, then there is no problem. Don't get in the way here, just get out of the way."

"Haha? I think you just want to murder Mr. Jiang."

Butler Yang stretched out one hand and pinched Wang Teng's neck fiercely, his eyes were full of fire.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurried forward to stop her, and said, "Butler Yang, enough is enough, you go out first, don't get in the way here, I still trust A Teng."

"Miss, Wang Teng is clearly bullying us."

Steward Yang immediately became furious, glared at Wang Teng angrily, and said, "I knew you didn't like me a long time ago. Mr. Jiang would scold you at most when he was angry. Did you make me want to do it too?"

Wang Teng didn't say a word, he just stood there straight, and didn't talk to Butler Yang at all.

Jiang Xiaoxiao blushed with anger, and said, "Butler Yang, you offended me, do you think you can go on?"

Steward Yang fell silent suddenly, and at the same time slowly let go of Wang Teng.

Jiang Xiaoxiao went on to say: "You go out first, I believe A Teng will not mess around, he must have his reasons for doing so."

"No, Miss Jiang, you misunderstood."

Steward Yang's tone suddenly became lighter, and he began to pretend to be a grandson, saying, "It's not easy for me. If this dish is served to Boss Jiang, if he gets angry, my job will be gone."

Wang Teng looked at Steward Yang with contempt, and said, "You can go out without worry, I can't ruin my own reputation because of Mr. Jiang, I'm also a god of cook anyway."

Jiang Xiaoxiao said: "Yes, Steward Yang, you go out for me right now, or can I open your letter?"

Butler Yang was so angry that he stopped talking, and soon he walked out alone with his hands shaken.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoxiao took out ten bottles of mustard from under the cabinet and handed them to Wang Teng.

Wang Teng opened a bottle of mustard, poured it into the bowl violently, poured out the whole bottle of mustard, and at the same time stirred the sliced ​​pork belly and mustard evenly with chopsticks.

"A Teng, is it really okay to do this?"

Although Jiang Xiaoxiao believed in Wang Teng, she was still a little worried. After all, this was a whole bottle of mustard, and a normal person couldn't bear even a sip, let alone a bottle.

Wang Teng looked calm, turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaoxiao, and said, "Bring another bottle, it's still too little."

"What? Add more?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao said in surprise: "A Teng, don't mess around. Although I believe in you, can this bottle still be eaten after pouring it down?"

Wang Teng sighed, and replied: "Why didn't you listen to me? Could I still kill Mr. Jiang? I must have my own reasons for doing this, so don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Wang Teng bent down and took out a bottle of mustard from the cabinet. After opening the lid, he poured the second bottle of mustard into the pork belly and continued to stir evenly.

Two bottles of mustard were poured into a pound of pork belly, and the color of the pork belly changed after such a stirring.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw that her body was trembling and her back was drenched with sweat, and said, "My uncle has a bad temper. If he eats the preserved vegetables and meat you made, he gets angry and beats people, I can't help it." Can't stop it."

Wang Teng laughed again, and said, "Do you think your uncle can beat me? Don't be stupid, even if they fight together, they won't be my opponent."

Jiang Xiaoxiao said hastily again: "When you say that, I'm even more worried."

"It seems to be a little less."

Wang Teng felt that the two bottles of mustard were still too little, so he immediately took out the third bottle of mustard from the cabinet and unscrewed the cap with his hands.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was taken aback suddenly, and stretched out her hand to grab Wang Teng's arm, preventing him from pouring mustard into the pork belly.

"A Teng, the color of the meat will turn into cabbage again, forget it."

"You've only poured three bottles and you're like this. I'm going to pour five bottles of mustard in."

When Wang Teng said this, Jiang Xiaoxiao's face became paler.

Five bottles of mustard are poured into the pork belly, let alone a person, even an elephant will have a nervous attack and die immediately after eating it.

Wang Teng originally planned to pour ten bottles, but seeing that Jiang Fei's condition didn't seem to be particularly serious, he just poured five bottles.

"You are crazy."

With a desperate expression on her face, Jiang Xiaoxiao said, "I can't control you if something happens later, so you can do it yourself."

Wang Teng laughed loudly and said, "It seems that you have never eaten food made by the God of Cookery. I will make some dishes for you to try some other day."

"You can pull it down, I don't want to taste the dishes you cook."

Jiang Xiaoxiao simply turned her head and turned her back to Wang Teng.

After Wang Teng poured the third bottle of mustard into it, he continued to stir.

Immediately afterwards, pour the whole cans of soy sauce, pepper, and monosodium glutamate into the pork belly.

Basically, as long as it is a flavorful condiment, Wang Teng will make it to death, and how many bottles can be poured.

Soon, the pork belly in the bowl emitted a particularly strange and unpleasant smell.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but covered her nose with her hands and said, "A Teng, what are you doing? Can this still be eaten?"

Wang Teng replied: "If you can eat it for a while, let Mr. Jiang taste it. I can guarantee that he will be very satisfied after eating it."

"You can pull it down, I don't care about you."

Jiang Xiaoxiao said: "In a while, if my uncle eats the dishes you cook and something goes wrong, you can just wait for bad luck."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wang Teng said: "It's not poison I poured, don't worry, it won't kill you."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't speak at all, just stared at Wang Teng in a daze, standing there motionless like a stake.

Wang Teng looked about the same, and continued to put the pork belly in the bowl into the steamer to continue steaming.

In about an hour, this seemingly peculiar dish of pickled pork with preserved vegetables can be finished.

(End of this chapter)