C17 In the Future I'll Secretly Cook Some Bone Soup at Home

The next day, before Tang Yue woke up, some servants came to bury the stove with materials. In this era, the stove was very simple. It used mud to build a rectangular stove. The stove was square, so it was convenient to add firewood. The end of the stove was slightly tilted up to form a smoke vent. There were three holes on the stove surface, so it could be placed in three pots.

Tang Yue thought for a while and asked them to add a hollow bamboo at the end of the stove to pass the smoke outside to prevent the house from getting dark.

Everyone thought that this design was good, so the other courtyards followed suit. Even the big kitchen was no exception. They only replaced the bamboo with copper pipes.

With the stove, Tang Yue's mind became active. But after studying for a long time, he didn't know what to make for himself. In this era, there was no frying pan, so cooking was temporarily impossible, but stewing soup was fine. Also, he could steam some desserts. Unfortunately, there was no flour in the south, so many desserts could not be made.

Tang Yue thought through the menu and finally decided to stew some soup and add two more desserts. On the first day, he would try his hands first.

This way, the four maids in his yard could do more work so that they would not think about how to get into his bed all day long.

During dinner that day, everyone had a bowl of stewed milky white bone soup on the dining table. There were also two plates of stewed white bone soup. No one had seen it before.

"What is this?" The old mistress had a bad tooth. She picked up a piece of white rice cake and took a bite. Her eyes immediately lit up. "Which chef made this? It should be rewarded!"

The rice cake was soft and sticky. It was sweet and sweet. It was deeply loved by the ladies.

Tang Yue stood up and bowed. "Thank you, grandmother, for the reward!" After saying that, he winked at the old mistress playfully.

"Aiyo, is this made by my good grandson?" At this moment, no one paid attention to the matter of a gentleman poking his head into the kitchen.

"The idea came from my grandson, but the one who did it was my mother's maid. I didn't expect them to be young and have good culinary skills."

"Haha... Listen to what you said. You sound very old. You're clearly around the same age." Yueyang Marquis laughed heartily. He regretted not bringing his son back a few years earlier. He was really too filial.

Marquis's Wife's mouth was sore from laughing. However, it was undeniable that the two plates of desserts on the table were really delicious. They could not even be compared to the ones sold outside. She did not expect this kid to have such ability.

"Grandma, this soup is also good. It smells so good. It's much better than the vegetable soup normally." Tang Yun, who was the youngest, licked her lips and cried out excitedly.

Really? " The old mistress took a bite. The fragrance was indeed strong and the milky white soup looked very appetizing. She asked Tang Yue, "Yue'er, did you think of this as well? What ingredients did you use to make it?"

Tang Yue nodded. "It was cooked with pig bones for half a day. I know my family threw away the bones. In fact, this bone soup is the best. Drinking more is good for the body."

When Marquis's Wife heard that it was soup made from bones, she pushed it away in disgust, "Yue'er, this bone doesn't even feed on the poor. How can you use it to make soup?"

Tang Yue raised his chin and said proudly, "That's because no one knows how good it is when it is cooked. If I don't tell you, do you know it is made of bones? Medicine says that by taking shape, drinking more bone soup can strengthen the bones."

He asked the madame," Grandmother, Do you feel pain in your back when you stand or sit for too long? Do you feel spasms at night when your feet are cold?"

The madame was shocked. "How did you know? ... But when you are old, these problems are unavoidable."

"It can't be avoided, but it can be improved. Get someone to make a bowl of bone soup every day and drink it for a while to see the effect."

The old madam was very concerned about his confidence. Since there was no harm in drinking it anyway, she might as well give it a try.

After settling the old madam, Yueyang Marquis drank a bowl but it was still not enough. She got someone to fill another bowl and decided to secretly brew the bone soup at home in the future. She would not tell anyone about it.

After dinner, Tang Yue took a walk in the yard to digest his food. When he was full, other desires appeared.

Tang Yue could not stay in Yueyang Marquis's Mansion for the rest of his life as a playboy waiting to die. His career had to be done bit by bit.

The medical field in this era was backward. Although TCM was extensive and profound, it had been accumulated over thousands of years.

Tang Yue did not know much about TCM. He had taken courses in TCM in university and recognized some basic herbs and knew some small prescriptions. That was all.

Whether he wanted to learn TCM again or find a way to bring the surgical skills over was a problem that troubled Tang Yue.

He had a foundation in TCM, so he should be able to learn it pretty quickly. However, Tang Yue was not used to the lack of a scalpel in his hand.

Tang Yue subconsciously picked up a branch and rotated it on his fingertip. His mind was filled with TCM doctors. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his fingers were far less flexible than before.

His hands had never been trained in this aspect. His knuckles were stiff. It would take some time to get used to it if he wanted to hold the scalpel.

Thinking about it, Tang Yue decided to be familiar with it in his previous life. He had chosen the surgical field because he liked it. There was no reason for him to give up on this hobby after changing time and space.

Tang Yue went to the small kitchen and found a few pieces of burnt charcoal. He found a white middle garment in the wardrobe and laid it on the table. He drew a few surgical tools that he usually used and prepared to let people see if they could make them tomorrow.

It was impossible to have stainless steel in this era. Fortunately, there was iron already. Although iron was easy to rust, as long as it was maintained well, the tools could be used for a long time.

That night, Tang Yue did not sleep well. The scene of two worlds repeatedly appeared in his dreams. Sometimes, he dreamed that he was still in the hospital performing surgery for the patient. Sometimes, he dreamed that he used a rusted scalpel to cut open a person's skin. When he turned his camera, he saw the person's face. It was the young man he met in the ruined temple.

When he woke up in the morning, Tang Yue was so dizzy that he did not know where he was. Out of habit, he touched his hand to the pillow. He wanted to take his phone, but naturally, he felt nothing. His hand didn't feel the silk blanket he used to sleep on, but the rough bamboo mat.

He sat up and pulled off his hair. Only when he was completely awake did he get off the bed and wash up.

Breakfast was rice cake and soybean milk. Tang Yue thought of deep-fried dough sticks when he saw soybean milk. He decided to try to make them tomorrow morning. The food in this era was too simple. Tang Yue still wanted to satisfy his stomach as much as possible.