Tang Dynasty: Slacking off in the Imperial Kitchen, exposed by Si Zi

Su Mu sat up from the rocking chair.

"Sizi."

"Huh?"

Little Sizi's face was still pressed against the stone table, her eyes half-closed.

"Reach out your hand."

Little Sizi stretched out his right hand, still half asleep.

Su Mu grasped her wrist and placed three fingers on it.

The pulse is thin but not weak. Compared to a child's normal pulse, it is a bit soft, especially the cun pulse.

Spleen deficiency!

It's not the kind of illness that comes from eating bad food later in life; it's something you're born with.

When Empress Zhangsun was pregnant with her, she had been suffering from lung disease for many years, and her body was deficient in qi and blood, so the child was not properly nourished in the womb.

Born with a weak constitution, and then fed the same sweet and greasy diet as those in the palace, her spleen and stomach became increasingly congested.

Su Mu released her wrist.

Little Sizi pulled her arm back and rubbed the spot where she had been pinched.

"Hey bro, are you going to take Xizi's pulse too?"

"Um."

"The duck isn't sick!"

Su Mu didn't reply to her, and got up to go into the kitchen.

He brought up the list of medicinal herbs from the system space and swiped his finger across the panel for a long time.

soon.

Eight items were stacked on the cutting board.

Su Mu weighed out each ingredient, adding more Codonopsis pilosula and Atractylodes macrocephala, with Euryale ferox and Dioscorea opposita at the bottom, Poria cocos and Coix lacryma-jobi in the middle, and lotus seeds and jujubes for seasoning.

He took out a stone mortar and pestle and pounded the first six medicinal herbs one by one.

Don't use too much force; just pound it into a coarse powder. If it's too fine, it will clump together, and the steamed cake will have a dull texture.

The sound of mortar and pestle pounding medicine echoed from the kitchen.

The little rhinoceros's head peeked in through the window.

"What's Guoguo doing?"

"Make cakes."

"What kind of cake? Is it a good match?"

Su Mu poured the pounded powder into a bamboo tray. The six kinds of powders were mixed together, their colors mottled, white, yellow, and brown all mixed together.

He then took out glutinous rice flour and japonica rice flour, mixed them into the medicinal powder in a 3:7 ratio, and kneaded them repeatedly by hand.

After mixing the dry powder evenly, add the jujubes.

Remove the pits from the dates, steam them for 15 minutes until they are soft and mushy, then mash them into a paste with a spoon. The paste is reddish-brown and so smooth that it can be pulled into threads.

Pour the jujube paste into the flour mixture and continue kneading.

The dry powder absorbs the moisture and sugar from the date paste, gradually becoming moist.

Su Mu added a little more honey and kneaded until the dough was no longer sticky and didn't fall apart.

"Brother, we need your help!"

Little Sizi had already climbed onto the low stool next to the stove, reaching for the cutting board with both hands.

Su Mu stopped her.

"Don't touch the dough. Did you wash your hands?"