The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

The Dao skill is exquisite, and the words are even more meaningful.

Wen Ruolan knew in a moment that she could eat good food, but it was not as simple as eating good food. Knowing this, she immediately squatted down to pick up firewood and put it into the stove.

The rich aroma of cypress makes Wen Ruolan smack his tongue. Looking at a humble family, except the kitchen is so exquisite, all the firewood is made of cypress. What kind of person is this, which arouses Wen Ruolan's curiosity.

With the sound of the bellows and the smell of cypress wood, Mr. Jin raised his eyes and said, "the gentleman is far away from cooking. His highness King Rui, please go back to the main room and wait."

Let's go!

Wen Ruolan secretly pursed her lips and laughed.

"It's hard work, master Jin. It's better to obey orders than to be respectful." Dongfang Yi takes a look at Wen Ruolan and turns to leave the kitchen.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the door closed. Wen Ruolan didn't see Mr. Jin move. There were only two of them. He was worried.

"Don't be afraid, girl. You have the smell of knife wound medicine and used silver needles. It should be the medicine lady at the foot of Qishan mountain, isn't it?" Mr. King spoke.

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes, neither humble nor arrogant: "the old man's wise eye, if LAN dare not hide, it is Wen Ruolan at the foot of Qishan."

Master Jin finally looked up at Wen Ruolan and nodded with satisfaction.

And Wen Ruolan finally saw the man's appearance clearly. He had a beautiful face, bright eyes and protruding temples. Besides his strong body, he should also have a handsome Kung Fu.

Looking at each other for a short time, Wen Ruolan sat on the low stool beside him generously: "the old man's kitchen is really exquisite."

"The ancients said that if you don't sweep a room, how can you sweep the whole world? However, I have little ability, so I can only cook and stew here." After that, he stood up and opened the steaming tray. The smell of fragrant glutinous came out, and Wen Ruolan almost swallowed.

She is also good at distinguishing the taste. The green pagoda shaped things in the drawer give off a very complex taste, including the taste of wild vegetables and light bitterness, as well as the taste of river delicacies. It seems that things like vegetable balls are crystal clear.

She hasn't seen it.

Master Jin took out a thin silver stick and gently pierced the tower shaped vegetable ball. The gesture made Wen Ruolan think of the scene of giving others an injection. He could not help but use his mind. Once the expert made a move, he would know if it was the old man. From the gesture of holding the stick, Wen Ruolan would dare to conclude that the old man knew how to cure.

But it's definitely not as simple as knowing medicine. Dongfang Yi has set up such a big Bureau. It should be Mr. Jin here. Otherwise, the river is so long that he won't choose here. Besides, he takes himself to eat in the middle of the night, but he is familiar with the road.

"It's really surprising that Zhou is not the same as everyone else." Mr. Jin closed the drawer and opened the pot. The stewed river fish in the pot had just the right color.

Wen Ruolan took the plate from the side and put it next to him. He sighed softly: "the great monk is also popular. After many years, he found the enemy who killed his mentor. If he doesn't return to the common, he will have a devil in his heart."

"Oh?" Golden old man's eye ground smile of looked at Wen Ruolan, draw back the vision: "you this wench talk is some meaning, heart devil, ah."

Wen Ruolan blinked. Is that wrong? Aren't all practitioners afraid that they can't let go?

"Well, I can't live up to what my old friend asked me to do. Let's serve." The gold master son put the fish out of the pot and handed it over to Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan took the fish to the kitchen door, and the door opened automatically. She was stunned and quickly looked around, but she didn't see any flaws. When she came out, she wanted to look back and finally held back. This person is not only good at medicine, but also good at machine. She is really a God.

Looking at Wen Ruolan's back, Mr. Jin nodded slightly and said to himself, "Zhou is different. Zhou is different. You have a pair of good eyes."

Into the room, Wen Ruolan put the fish on the table, at this time the table has put four cold dishes, a pot of hot wine.

Three sets of dishes and chopsticks are put in order. Dongfang Yi is standing at the window, talking to the hunchback in a low voice.

"Ruiwang, the fish is ready." Said the hunchback, retreating.

Wen Ruolan immediately went over and stood next to Dongfang Yi: "who is master Jin? If you know the skill of medicine, you can also have a chance. Don't tell me that he can observe the sky and measure the earth. "

"You can do all that. There are other skills." Dongfang Yi is standing facing the kitchen.

Wen Ruolan's eyes are long: "the talent of the military division?"

"It's OK to think, not to talk." Dongfang Yi said, raised his hand and rubbed Wen Ruolan's hair. "I'll eat more later. It's not a lot of opportunities."

"Oh." Wen Ruolan saw that the hunchback came out of the kitchen with a pile of green vegetable balls, and went out to help.

"I dare not trouble Princess Rui."

Wen Ruolan didn't see how the man went around. He was already behind him.

With a cry in his heart, he met more and more strange people. This is the rhythm of Dongfang Yi's team.

With a smile on his eyes, Dongfang Yi waves to Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan can only go back in ashes and sit at the table with Dongfang Yi. Of course, the right seat is reserved for Mr. Jin in the kitchen.

Just for a moment, the white robed old man Jin came in. He looked more like an immortal, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He said with a smile: "I haven't been cooking for many years, so don't be disgusted with them."

Wen Ruolan secretly kicks Dongfang Yi under the table. After entering the room, she becomes Princess Rui!

"You're welcome, master Jin. Ruolan is greedy." Wen Ruolan got up with a smile.

Master Jin immediately waved his hand: "well, then please have a taste of Princess Rui."

When the guests and guests were seated, Wen Ruolan was not polite. He put a green vegetable ball on the plate and ate it with his head down.

"Ning Yangui is not an incompetent person, and the affairs of an Guogong are not urgent."

When master Jin opened his mouth, Wen Ruolan almost didn't choke. How dare he have the ability to predict? After all, it was on his way here that he talked to Dongfang Yi about an Guogong. How can he hear the conclusion from master Jin?

Dongfang Yi holds up his glass: "what master Jin said is right. The name of the governor of the state protection is not a false name, but the situation above the court is delicate. I'm afraid it won't be peaceful for a few days."

"Imperial power is stained with blood. It's like this since ancient times." Mr. Jin sipped his wine and put down his glass: "King Rui has been dormant for many years. Now his every move is holding many people's eyes. It's better to be safe."

Dongfang Yi shakes his head slightly: "it's never safe to be born in the emperor's family. Since he has chosen this road, he will not step back. This is why Dongfang Yi came to invite Mr. Jin out of the mountain."

"It's just that I'm old, and the temple is not as comfortable as the countryside." After saying that, the old man raised his hand and pushed the fish to Wen Ruolan. He said with a smile, "don't be formal."

Wen Ruolan's ears turned red instantly, and she had been reducing her sense of existence. Unexpectedly, the old man did not let it go, so she had to look up: "the dumplings made of potato flour are very delicious. The smell of fish and the strength of potato flour make people feel good."

"It's a clever mouth." Mr. Jin laughed brightly and said, "Rui Wang has found the treasure."

"Don't make fun of Ruolan." Wen Ruolan blushed and lowered her head.

"Unfortunately, I heard that there is a kind of delicious food called hot pot. I haven't tasted it yet." Master Jin sighed, and his tone was full of regrets.

Wen Ruolan's eyes brightened: "if Jin laoruo is willing to join us in Yandu, hotpot Ruolan can make many kinds of Sichuan cuisine."

"Sichuan cuisine?" Master Jin examined Wen Ruolan: "is this really true?"