Lamei's symptoms seemed to be night blindness?!

Night blindness is at night or in the dim light of a place can not see things, commonly known as the bird blindfold. However, there are several types of night blindness, one of which is caused by a lack of vitamin A. I don't know what Lamei is, but it's always good to eat more of the stuff that contains vitamin A.

Thinking about the food list he had eaten since he transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty, the meat menu he had eaten the longest was mutton; vegetables and fruits, compared to the later generations, it could be considered pitifully small.

Wu felt that with Tang resident's simple diet, Lamei's night blindness was most likely caused by a lack of vitamin A, which meant it was temporary and could be cured by supplementation.

Since Tang Dynasty didn't have vitamins, they could only be replenished with food. There are only a few foods that contain vitamin A --

Liver, such as chicken liver, pig liver; carrot; fish.

Pig liver was something that a poor family would probably eat. A clan like Princess's house would definitely not eat it; it was obvious that carrots did not have Tang Dynasty. Fish... Do Tang Dynasty people eat fish?

Mr. Xue asked Lamei directly, "Lamei, do we eat fish in the mansion?"

Lamei said honestly, "Does my husband want to eat raw fish? The chef in our courtyard would never cook such a big dish, you have to find a master who specializes in making raw fish in order to eat raw fish. "

raw fish?!

It was just sashimi. It seemed like Tang resident was mainly eating the fish raw. However, to find a special chef to eat a sashimi, it didn't seem like a common dish. No wonder when Lamei heard Mr. Xue's question, she thought it was Mr. Xue who wanted to eat it.

"raw fish? "My husband wants to eat raw fish?"

The two of them had already entered the inner courtyard. When Mo Zhu heard their conversation, he interrupted them and said, "It's not easy for my husband to eat raw fish. I only summon my master, who specializes in cooking raw fish, to come to the inner courtyard for a feast."

Seeing that Mo Zhu had also misunderstood, Mr. Xue waved his hand and said, "It's not that I want to eat, I mean, Lamei can't see clearly what's wrong with the food at night. Eating more fish and eating more chicken liver and pig liver should be good for her."

Lamei asked in surprise, "Is what my husband said true?"

Before Mr. Xue could reply, Mo Zhu interrupted him, "Husband, don't fool Lamei. With the status of servants, how could raw fish be used! As for the chicken liver and the pig liver, how could they possibly appear in the mansion? "If the steward finds out that my husband is fine, then all of us will be punished."

That's right, this was Princess's residence, not his own home, and not an ordinary household. There were some things that couldn't possibly be served at Princess's table, even if it was a servant's table. This was the reality of society.

Mo Zhu had already prepared hot water. Once Mr. Xue entered the room, he brought a basin over and washed Mr. Xue's face.

Mr. Xue nodded as he washed the fish: "Since that's the case, then let's eat more fish. The way to eat fish is not limited to just the raw fish. Tomorrow, tell the chef that if there's anyone selling fresh fish when buying vegetables, buy some and come back.

Mo Zhu laughed and said to Mr. Xue, "Thank you, my husband. We will share the blessings with you. "Lamei, seeing that your husband has put in so much effort for you, why don't you thank him?"

Lamei's face turned red as she heard Mo Zhu's words. She turned to Mr. Xue Fu and shyly said, "This servant thanks my husband."

Although Mr. Xue felt that Mo Zhu's words were weird, he didn't think too much about it. In his eyes, people like Mo Zhu and Lamei were just a loli. They were just children. As men, there was no need for him to care about them.

Therefore, Mr. Xue laughed heartily and said, "Actually, I also want to change the taste. Ever since he came here, he had only eaten four different kinds of food. He would cook and roast them, and try out another method tomorrow. Mo Zhu, remember to tell … "By the way, what's the cook's name?"

"My husband is really busy. I only have time to ask about it now. My husband, the cook's name is Xiuniang. Don't forget her name."

This little girl, Mo Zhu, was a sharp-tongued person, so her work was quite efficient. Mr. Xue nodded: "Alright, I'll remember that. Mo Zhu remembered to tell Xiuniang that I want to eat fried vegetables tomorrow. Don't bring me another table full of soup. "

"Well, I will go and inform Xiuniang, but can you tell me, what is Stir-Fried Vegetables? How to cook? Your servant has never heard of it. "

While hurriedly putting away Mr. Xue's dirty clothes, Mo Zhu found a dry handkerchief and helped Mr. Xue wipe the water off his hands. His hands and feet were nimble and quick, which made him seem very swift and decisive.

Mr. Xue stood there and let Mo Zhu and Lamei play with him. He asked curiously, "Mo Zhu, you don't know how to cook. Don't you usually eat food?"

Mo Zhu said, "This servant has never heard of it. "Perhaps this servant has a lowly status and does not have the fortune to enjoy it. However, when this servant went to help out with a banquet held in the mansion, I did not hear about any dishes being cooked."

Mr. Xue suddenly understood. It seemed that he had not used the cooking method at this time--

See, once you've crossed over, you've brought forward something you shouldn't have. In the future, if there were any historical records, Tang Dynasty, cooking technique "stir-frying", along with Mr. Xue Xue Youyang, would be introduced into China... Just the thought of it made him feel intoxicated.

However, if one were to think more optimistically, isn't this a different kind of name that should be left behind in history? What he did not know was that when future generations of chefs worshipped him, would he have a place?! Thinking of this, he felt even more intoxicated.

The scene was too beautiful to imagine!

All of these things would come later. He should first satisfy the appetite in front of him! As for whether he would become the idol of the chefs … The matters of the later generations will be left to the later generations.

Therefore, Mr. Xue said, "Call Xiuniang over tomorrow, I'll tell her what to do."

Mo Zhu replied crisply, "Here."

After washing up, Mo Zhu and Lamei took Mr. Xue's dirty clothes away. Although the candles were lit, the light from the bulbs was much brighter than modern ones. Mr. Xue didn't want his eyes to get damaged. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to cry when the time came.

Although he couldn't sleep, Mr. Xue still lay down early. He put his hands behind his head and was lost in thought.

In modern times, unless Mr. Xue woke up early the next day because of an urgent matter, he really wouldn't be able to sleep earlier than midnight. Now that they had donned the Tang Dynasty, everyone's work and rest habits were to go to bed early and rise early. If they didn't want to be late for work often in the future, they would have to adjust their work and rest as per custom.

Early to sleep early to get up and good health, in this era of lack of medicine, perhaps because of good habits, less illness?

Mr. Xue was trying to console himself. However, the thoughts were always very bountiful, and the reality was always very hard to come by. After lying down for a while, he still didn't feel sleepy at all. He couldn't help but recall what his friend had said to him before.

Why do you need chicken soup for your bad habits to be so easily corrected? Didn't the so called chicken soup allow people to continue to let bad things happen to them, believing that even if they had bad things to do, they would still succeed in deceiving them?

When he thought of his gay friends, he couldn't help but think of the days when he was ridiculed by his best friend as "not as skilled as a primary school student". Thinking of how he had been ridiculed by his best friend countless times for the sake of Demacia, he felt a sense of nostalgia.

While Mr. Xue was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a person walk over beside him. It was pitch black, and before he could recognize the person, a pair of hands were already groping around. Mr. Xue almost flipped over and jumped up with the blanket in his arms.