The first expected encounter lasted for the time being with Liu Shu's friends winning.

But Liu Shu knew in his heart that this was just the beginning, and the competition with the monkeys was still at the end, and they had a population of nearly a hundred.

Those guys dared to dig out the hornet's nest because they were greedy. How could they be afraid of a few geese and a few chickens? Even if the geese turn into Archaeoptera birds and chickens turn into golden eagles, they won't be able to do it. Liu Shu has seen it in the animal world. The red-eyed monkey group is even a crocodile.

My head hurts, and there is no good idea for the time being.

When he got home, Mr. Hua had already returned from the mountain and was wearing a sportswear to play his own "broadcasting gymnastics" in the yard.

The old man was so fierce that he jumped left and right for a while, his feet leaped violently, and his hands climbed up a thick branch of adult arms stretched out from the big ginkgo in the yard. His arms forcefully made seven or eight "pull-ups" in a row, but it was not enough. He actually raised his legs and hooked the branches with his feet, and his whole body was hanging in the air...

This is, did the ancient special forces travel through modern times? Liu Shu had such an illusion in a trance.

It seems that he remembered that two days ago, the old man excitedly showed Dahan this routine that should be called the "Five Animal Show" in the future, without such an exaggerated stretching exercise!

"Ouch! Mr. Hua, what are you doing!" Liu Shu hurried forward. "Get out!"

The old man heard Liu Shu's voice, bowed his waist, grabbed the branches with both hands, and fell into the air. Although he was a little breath, he slowly breathed out, and chuckled quietly with his hands in his arms: "It's okay, this is something I've created by the old man..."

If Liu Shu didn't know that he was Hua Tuo, he would definitely regard him as Feng Qingyang. It's really like a master, whether in terms of standing or looking at the sky at the forty-five degrees in the old days.

So, Liu Shu, who was "scared" could only tell the truth.

"No, you don't know. This ginkgo was transplanted on the day my great-grandson got married and has always been cherished. It has been more than 60 years old and cannot withstand the tossing. If you like it, let Dahan make a horizontal bar for you today!"

Old man...

My body was slightly stiff, I waved my hand, turned my sleeves and snorted, "The plan for one day is in the morning. If breakfast has not been in, it will be harmful to my body. Why don't you do it?"

Well, Liu Shu suddenly remembered that this is not only a great doctor, but also a well-known health expert. Not only does he have this set of "stretching exercises" that Liu Shu thinks is currently exaggerated, but he also summarizes a complete set of basic principles and methods of health preservation.

However, I heard that the ancients only had two meals?

Before Liu Shu could figure it out, Hua Tuo, who had already walked into the house, threw another sentence: "There were a lot of eggs left yesterday, so I'll give me two more hot spring eggs."

Now that I have started ordering dishes, Liu Shu began to reflect on himself. It seems that sometimes I can't tell the truth! Especially when some old men are showing off.

The so-called hot spring eggs, as the name suggests, are boiling eggs in hot springs, but the temperature of the hot springs is higher than 60 degrees. Otherwise, the eggs will be cooked, let alone breakfast, and it will be difficult to eat dinner.

This is a way to eat boiled eggs in Jiangnan Province, but the difference is that they are not cooked in the true sense, but stewed, or should be said to be half-cooked.

For a real finished hot spring egg, when the eggshell is opened, the egg white is as tender as tofu, but the egg yolk is 70% or 80% cooked, but it has not solidified completely. With a little chopstick, the yolk that is yellow until a little red will flow out so viscously. The original fishy smell of the egg is removed just right, leaving only the umami flavor, and then drizzle with some soy sauce, which tastes great.

That is, the temperature and simmering time of water are very strict. Otherwise, if the heat is not reached, the taste will be very different.

Modern people are busy, and ordinary people will not be idle and make this kind of egg to eat.

The old man probably happened to hear Dahan’s yearning for hot spring eggs last night, so he took this opportunity to order this.

There is no shortage of ingredients and time. Although Liu Shu silently complained about the old man, his body is very honest and rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

In less than forty minutes, the breakfast for two people was freshly prepared.

The baby fist-sized bun was packed by my aunt last night and sent it to Liu Shu. Because Liu Shu and Hua Tuo went to Han Qiu's place to have dinner, Liu Shu simply regarded the bun as the staple food for today's breakfast.

However, it was not steamed in a basket, but used one of the favorite methods in Jiangnan region - Shengjian.

After the buns are full, add oil, cover with cold water, steam the buns with water steam, and when the water is dried, the bottom of the buns will be almost golden.

The skin of the fried bread is particularly oily and soft. If you bite it, the filling will flow with soup, but the bottom is golden and crispy. That feeling is really not too good.

The rice used for rice porridge was soaked in spiritual water last night. Liu Shu didn't use any earthen stove to make porridge, but he used an electric rice cooker. Pressing the button all depends on it automatically. The so-called fragrance of firewood is soaked in the rice porridge. Although Liu Shu, who grew up in the countryside, did not think that the literary and artistic statement was too nonsense, he would not have made it for an hour to make breakfast.

Besides, if there is spiritual water, can the taste be poor? Now he still has five drops of spiritual water stored, okay?

I stewed four more, no, there are ten hot spring eggs. Liu Shu doesn’t lack eggs anyway.

I gave out ten without blinking, right?

The eggs you gave are easy to get, but if you want them, you will have to make real money. Liu Shu has confidence in his own chicken.

When Liu Shu saw this, he was even more sure of the scene when the old man licked the bowl with his tongue and licked it with his eyes.

No wonder the hen after the evolution of spiritual water looked at him holding his head high and looked proud when he picked up eggs! It turned out that people had enough confidence in the eggs they laid! At least they don’t have to worry about being made into old hen soup in the future.

The so-called "mother is expensive by her son" may mean this, and it is quite suitable for chickens.

Liu Shu had the right idea of ​​simmering a few more hot spring eggs. The old man just licked the bottom of the bowl and Dahan appeared ten seconds later.

All six eggs were in the stomach in less than half a minute.

Just then, he patted his stomach and said that if he had a few more bowls, he could eat them.

"Do you know how much this Phoenix Egg in Huaguoshan cost?" Liu Shu looked at the modern version of Zhu Bajie who didn't taste the taste even if he ate ginseng fruit.

"How much?" Dahan blinked, a little nervous.

Recently, his elder brother, Mr. Liu, seems to have sold all the peaches to the second brother of pigs for the price, especially this phoenix egg, which sounds very expensive.

"I hand over the breakfast money that Auntie gave you first." Liu Shuyi stretched out his hand.

Dahan obediently presented the ten yuan.

"For the sake of your company's UFO, I'll give you a fracture, a 10% discount. Is it worth it?"

Dahan was stunned and then scratched his head.

It’s not that I was shocked, but that I didn’t understand.

How much does this egg cost?

The old man didn't say anything, and began to secretly sway his fingers as if he was thinking about it. He was also thinking about how much it cost.

"Wool..." Liu Shu threw two raw eggs to give it the satisfying elbow flowers without rubbing the hot spring eggs. He looked at Dahan, who was not seeking math, and shouted loudly.

"Ah! 15 yuan per person!" Dahan patted his head and suddenly realized.

The old man next to him had a slightly solidified expression.

It turns out that he is the last one.

Or, rather, when Dahan asked to say the approximate number by the Corgi, he hadn't calculated it yet.
Chapter completed!