Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Jiang Shuyao has never slept in since he started to calm down in the morning and dusk.

But this is not a big problem, please come back to catch up after the peace.

But a few days later, the old lady asked her to copy the scriptures again, which stumped her-she can't write with a brush.

It is absolutely impossible not to copy, even if she is lacking in her brain, she also understands that in the high-door mansion, the old lady is the immediate boss of the women and must not be offended.

It won’t work for someone to copy it. There is no old lady’s eyeliner in Xie Guogong’s mansion, and it would be terrible if caught.

So, I had to copy it myself. She copied the scriptures in the small Buddhist hall set up by the old lady during the day, and she had to continue to copy the scriptures with an oil lamp when she came back at night.

There is no desk in the east wing, the height of the ordinary desk is not suitable, and her waist started to sore after two days of copying.

On the third day, when she came back with the scriptures in her arms, she found that the light in Xie Xun's study was still on, so she went over with a brazen face.

Xie Xun was not so particular in his yard. There was no one at the door. Jiang Shuyao approached and looked at the door.

"What's the matter?" Xie Xun's cold voice came from the door.

"It's me." Jiang Shuyao gave a first speech and made a pleasing voice, "Husband, can I come in?"

There was no response from the door.

Jiang Shuya thought to himself, it shouldn't be, my voice is so sweet, why he didn't react at all.

Xie Xun put down the brush, rubbed the goose bumps on his arm through his sleeve, and began to regret that he hadn't let the young man guard at the door, at least he could directly stop Jiang Shuyao.

"Husband?" Her voice resounded outside the door, this time even more pretentious.

Xie Xun's brows jumped. She has been married for so long, and this is the first time she has heard such a "gentle" tone.

He closed the book and said, "Come in."

Jiang Shuya slammed open the door holding a few thick volumes of scriptures, showing no manners at all.

"I don't have a desk over there. Can I sit with you for a while tonight?" She added, "Don't worry, I will be quiet and will never disturb you. I'll let someone buy a desk back tomorrow. ."

Xie Xun didn't want to spend more time talking with her, and nodded, Jiang Shuyao's maid moved the chair in immediately.

She felt obediently, shrank in a corner of the desk, not occupying a lot of land.

Xie Xun originally suspected that she wanted to take this opportunity to get close to him, so he just took this opportunity to tell her that he should not try to ease the relationship between the two with a generous attitude.

Unexpectedly, she would write quietly after sitting down, but she didn't even give him a look.

In the late spring and early summer, the temperature was good in the evening, and she only wore a thin shirt, which was not suitable for her tender yellow, and could not compare to the red shirt on her first wedding day.

Living at home, Jiang Shu is not very particular about it, such as the forged ink hair draped over his shoulders, loose and obliquely inserted, the blue silk is half pulled, and a jade hairpin is inserted obliquely.

The candle light is soft, dyeing her bright face with a hazy tenderness, laziness and relaxation, and brilliance.

Xie Xun's eyes moved to her dark hair. She is not suitable for jade ornaments, but more suitable for gold ornaments, which is rare in women. The noble ladies in Beijing prefer jade ornaments. They think that although gold is rich and gorgeous, it is a bit more tacky. Nowadays, it seems that the "vulgar" still cannot be suppressed.

He retracted his gaze, his thoughts drifted away, and the pages on the case did not turn.

It wasn't until Jiang Shuyao suddenly put down the brush that he recovered.

Because of the pain in her wrist because she didn't exert her strength, she frowned and rubbed constantly after putting down the pen, her face was bitter.

Xie Xun said suddenly, "Have you never learned to hold a pen at home?"

Jiang Shuyao's calligraphy level stayed in the juvenile class in elementary school. She did not answer, picked up the brush again, and muttered: "How can I finish copying so much? I still want to get rid of it sooner."

When I was young, my mother also used scripture copying books to polish her sister-in-law and second-in-law.

Xie Xun saw her frowning face with a smile in her eyes, stood up and walked to her, bent over to see, the smile that was not easy to show suddenly disappeared.

Although he has some talents, he is not the kind of person who looks down on mediocre people because of his good aptitude, but the word Jiang Shuyao...

"Are you a character? You are almost the same as a ghost character." Since he was a child, he has never seen such an ugly character!

"Hey—" Jiang Shuya picked up the copybook and scanned it carefully. "As for?" This level is far superior to that of the pupils of the same age in the Junior Class, OK?

"You..." Xie Xun hesitated to say something. He had heard Jiang Shuyao's name for not learning and skillless, but he never thought that it was so unlearned and skillless, and writing was not as good as his nephew who had just been enlightened.

Xie Xun couldn't help but venomously said: "Such a word, even if you finish copying it, you won't be able to pay the difference."

Jiang Shuyao was hit hard and knocked his head on the table, "What can I do? I'm going crazy."

Xie Xun was helpless, disgusted, and amused. He sat back in the chair and said, "Mother just wants to grind your temperament. Rather than rushing to work at night, it is better to show more performance in the daytime. When the opportunity is right, pass the copy of the scriptures. With mother."

It is rare for him to say so much, but to relieve Jiang Shuyao, Jiang Shuyao gave him a weird look.

Turns out to be a good person...

No, this is teaching oneself how to play tricks, so he is a good person who teaches himself to do bad things?

After Xie Xun finished speaking, he realized that he was talking too much. He ignored her and read the book again.

Is it okay for Jiang Shu to stay on the bench and think about how to "behave" and pretend to be ingenious?

When she thinks about things, she always has some unbearable habits, such as biting the pen cap.

As a result, Xie Xun Yuguang saw her put the tip of the pen in her mouth.

Perhaps because this action was too naive, he glanced unconsciously.

She half leaned on the table, as if boneless, the green silk slipped from the neck, taking advantage of her neck to be long and fair, her skin cheating, her red lips were plump and soft while biting the penholder, and the pearl light showed a delicate and rosy luster, as if containing With honeyed safflower, waiting to be picked.

Xie Xun's eyes seemed to be scalded, and he quickly retracted it after just one glance, trying to stabilize his trance.

He kept writing, as if reading the book seriously, but he didn't know what comments he wrote beside the book.

After Jiang Shuyao suddenly "heed", he was completely awake, and when he took a closer look, he found that he was writing a few lines of scripture in the corner of the book—"Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, Want to know that line, same is the case."

He closed the book with a "pop", and answered the words clearly, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Shuyao looked at him with a serious face and couldn't figure it out. Whom should he be angry with? I don’t know what is written in the book. Could it be that the wise ministers in the history books were killed by the traitors...

She replied: "I'm hungry and want to go to the small kitchen to get something to eat, do you want it?"

Xie Xun was originally not hungry, but she was a little hungry when she said that, and nodded: "I will go with you."

Jiang Shuyao had gotten up, and looked back at him in surprise.

Xie Xun walked with his hands behind his back: "The room is a little bored, I'm going out to get some air."

"Oh." Jiang Shuyao nodded, and the two went out one after another.

She thought Xie Xun just wanted to go to the yard and stand for a while, but she didn't expect him to follow her all the way into the kitchen.

She talked a lot, put down the lantern, and said: "Didn't you say that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen?"

Xie Xun followed her in: "The sentence'The gentleman is far from the kitchen' comes from the "Book of Rites: Yuzao",'The gentleman is far from the kitchen, and you can practice everything with flesh and blood.' It means that you should not personally touch anything with blood. Go and kill them, so you are far from the kitchen, and you have nothing to do with the kitchen."

"Oh, that's it." Jiang Shuyao actually listened carefully, as if "learned".

Then she folded her arms and looked at the stove with worry, with a funny expression on her face: "I don't know how to burn fire..."

She was planning to go out and call for someone, but she didn't expect Xie Xun to squat down and pick up the flint, rubbing the match with a "chap", the movements were neat and smooth, and Jiang Shu was stunned.

"How can you do this?"

Xie Xie glanced at her lightly: "I've been out on a trip before, so I can't always take a little boy with me." Didn't I mean that I was infatuated with him? I don't know this.

Jiang Shuyao was baffled by his look, and he didn't bother to care about it, so he mixed two spoons of water into the pot and put the lid on and waited for the water to boil.

Then turn around to find the choy sum and wash it, cut the green onions, and dice the shiitake mushrooms. After the fire is boiled, add the diced shiitake mushrooms and noodles, cook for a while, then add the choy sum and boil it in boiling water, and serve it out in a bowl.

Pour in soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, and sprinkle with chopped green onions, Jiang Shuya scooped out two spoons of simmered seeds from another small pot and placed them on the noodles.

"It's barely a braised pork noodle," she said.

The two of them stopped going back to the study, and went to the east wing to have a meal nearby.

This bowl of noodles is really easy to make, but it is very suitable for supper. The noodle soup is refreshing and has a light umami taste due to the diced shiitake mushrooms. The salty aroma is mixed with a light green onion flavor, and the taste is light but not weak.

Jianzi was made by Jiang Shuyao in the afternoon. He originally planned to eat braised pork rice, but he finally got back to eat at night.

The fat and lean pork belly used for braised pork is cut into small cubes and thrown into the pot to stir up the light oil, then add the aniseed, simmer slowly, and finally add rock sugar to plate the sugar color. Controlled the heat, the diced pork burned only red, not charred, and each one was wrapped in brown-red sauce.

The braised pork is heated by the noodle soup and stirred slightly, so that the light noodle soup will not spoil the original taste of the smelt.

Xie Xun picked up a noodle with chopsticks mixed with braised pork.

The noodles are fresh, smooth and hot, retaining the original refreshing taste of the noodles.

The stewed pork simmered seeds are mixed with fat and lean, the fatty meat is crispy and soft, the lean meat can’t be stewed for a long time, the marinade is thick and it is well soaked into the diced meat, the crispy stewed meat is rich in flavor, full of sauce, but not fat Greasy, sip it.

With the verdant vegetable heart, it further removes the greasiness of the stewed pork, leaving this obviously meaty supper with only fresh fragrance and warmth.

He likes braised pork very much. He ate all the braised pork. Jiang Shuya wanted to ask him if he wanted to add a spoonful of sham in the small kitchen. Seeing him quietly and quietly eating, he was thinking about "no food. ", shut up.

The sauce of the braised pork is melted into the soup, and even the noodles are wrapped in the rich meaty aroma. Xie Xun chewed slowly and ate a bowl of noodles cleanly.

Xie Xun's bowl of noodles was twice as large as Jiang Shuyao. Seeing that he had cleaned up the soup, Jiang Shuya couldn't help but wonder whether he had too much appetite or his craft was good.

After a supper, the two of them sweated slightly, and they were all lazy, and they were extremely ironed. After Xie Xun returned to the study, he read a book for a while before washing and going to bed. ,,