Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

Chapter 73: Radish Lamb Soup

After the landslide accident, Chen Hao's mood was like a roller coaster, mixed with joy and sorrow.

The bad news is that the heroine of his movie was injured and had to go to the hospital. The film may face a temporary halt. In the meantime, the crew still has to raise a large number of people. The cost of venue and equipment costs at least 100,000 yuan even when they do nothing every day.

The good news is that his producer also went to the hospital at the same time.

The producer, Mr. Shen, waved his hand, directly letting the crew not have to worry about anything. They could stop all work, but he will pay the expenses.

During the time of the accident, Shen Yue almost gave up his life to save Tang Qiaoqiao. Chen Hao can see that this producer's boss is definitely not a normal "liking" towards Tang Qiaoqiao.

However, Chen Hao ordered all the staff, who saw the accident, not to say anything to the outside world. This prevents his new movie's focus from becoming a scandal between the heroine and the producer instead of the movie itself.

Fortunately, the storm was going on the Internet, and everyone was in a panic. Only a few people saw that scene, so the specific inside story of Tang Qiaoqiao's accident was not very clear on the Internet.

Tang Qiaoqiao had been in the hospital for two days, and the fan group was very anxious. Many sugar rabbits and even her brokerage company wanted to visit the hospital. Zheng Gongju even called Tang Qiaoqiao several times to inquire about her situation and asked to come for a visit, but Tang Qiaoqiao refused.

At this time, Tang Qiaoqiao was having a "fight with the medicinal soup made by Madam Shen."

Madam Shen saw Shen Yue and Tang Qiaoqiao drinking the soup she made and smiled. "It's not difficult to cook the soup. I managed to cook it myself just after the first try. The medicinal materials in it were added after I consulted an old Chinese doctor. This kind of medicated soup is especially suitable for you two who are hurting your muscles and bones. It's nourishing, don't worry about any problems. Drink more if you like." With that, Madam Shen added a spoonful to Tang Qiaoqiao's bowl.

When Shen Yue saw this, he added fuel by saying, "She really needs to drink more and recover sooner to go back to filming quickly. Otherwise, the entire crew is waiting for her. I don't know how much money is wasted every day."

"Yeah." Madam Shen agreed. "Qiaoqiao, I will give you all of these. You can just give Shen Yue a few sips."

Shen Yue raised an eyebrow and echoed, "Yes, I don't deserve this soup. It's all for her. I won't grab it."

Tang Qiaoqiao looked at the conversation between the mother and son, really dumbfounded.

By the way, Tang Qiaoqiao really couldn't say a word of refusal at Madam Shen's sincere eyes. It was her first time cooking. Tang Qiaoqiao could understand this expectation.

"Okay, I'll drink it." Tang Qiaoqiao accepted her death and drank a bowl.

"I'll cook it again tomorrow." Madam Shen said joyfully.

Tang Qiaoqiao was dumbfounded.

"I will boil a little more tomorrow. Enough for both of you to drink, so no one needs to grab it." Madam Shen added.

Shen Yue was dumbfounded in turn.

Sure enough, in the next two days, Madam Shen came again with a different medicated soup every day. Tang Qiaoqiao drank so much that she only wanted to leave the hospital immediately.

In fact, Tang Qiaoqiao was discharged soon because as long as she lived in the hospital, they had to always beware of the all-pervasive gossip paparazzi.

As soon as Tang Qiaoqiao left, Shen Yue couldn't stand it. He was also discharged from the hospital and stay at home. Anyway, his calf fracture needs to be recuperated.

Tang Qiaoqiao was in the hospital for a few days and was fed with Madam Shen's medicated diet soup every day. She felt that her sense of taste had gone wrong. When she got home, she was like a wild horse, rolling up the sleeve of her left hand and preparing to cook herself.

With his injured leg, Shen Yue followed behind Tang Qiaoqiao's butt, watching her go in and out of the vegetable garden.

"You want to make soup?"

Madam Shen was spoiled for her whole life. Her ten fingers never touched cold water. This time she went to the kitchen for the two young children, so neither dared to refute her face. But the taste of her soup was really unflattering. Now he felt like he got "soup" PTSD. When he heard the word "soup," he actually felt sick.

While picking vegetables, Tang Qiaoqiao replied to him crisply, "I am saving the reputation of soup. I don't want drinking soup to become a painful memory in the future."

Tang Qiaoqiao pulled out a fresh white radish, which has just matured. The radish she grew herself is refreshing and juicy. When eaten raw, it has a hint of freshness and spiciness, which is especially appetizing.

Lamb chops with bones are chopped into pieces and soaked in cold water with green pepper for one hour to remove the blood and fishy smells.

Then stir-fry the lamb with low heat to render the oil. This step is very important for whether the lamb can be boiled into milky white soup.

Next, she removes the lamb from heat, puts it in boiling water, sprinkles it with white onion and ginger, and simmer carefully for 2 hours.

Soon, the fat of the mutton melted in the boiling soup, showing a thick milky white color.

The white radish had also been stewed with the lamb chops a long time ago. It has become a transparent color and can be cut with a single pinch of chopsticks. Tang Qiaoqiao also sprinkled some goji berries, which looked great in the creamy white soup.

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't add any Chinese medicinal materials. Her cooking spirit is her "medicinal material," and it already has a remarkable effect.

Shen Yue looked at the big bowl of radish and mutton soup before him and then looked at Tang Qiaoqiao on the opposite side. She was drinking the soup with slurping noise, and after drinking a bowl, she smacked her mouth twice, savoring the endless aftertastes.

"Drink quickly." Tang Qiaoqiao said.

Shen Yue did some psychological reconstruction in his mind, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and sent it to his mouth.