Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Xie Xun sat at the table in silence for a long time.

Of course, "Jiujiu" is what he thinks in his mind.

It's all because the color of the grilled wings is too attractive.

The epidermis is brown-red, with a circle of slightly browned on the side. I don't know how to do it, it can give a bright but not oily luster.

He took a bite and tasted it. About brushing a layer of honey, with a slight sweetness, but not too obvious, more fresh.

The cumin is marinated and delicious, and the grilled chicken wings have a unique flavor. The cumin grains sprinkled on the surface make the taste richer. When you bite it down, the tip of your tongue touches the fresh and juicy chicken inside. The heat is superbly controlled, like tofu, but not too slippery or lost. The meaning of baking.

Looking at the fried noodles, this way of eating is somewhat unusual. There is no soup, only a rich sauce, dark, but it will not lose your appetite. On the contrary, I am curious about the taste of this rich and sticky sauce.

Xie Xun picked up a chopstick, the noodles were wrapped in the sauce, it was really difficult to separate. He turned the chopsticks, the sticking noodles were still entangled, and some noodles in the bowl were brought up.

He was a little depressed, and it was very hard to eat chicken wings just now. Jiang Shuyao didn't even remove the chicken wing bones. He sandwiched the chicken wings with burnt honey sauce on that side, and almost soiled the corners of his mouth several times and fell into the bowl.

However, he had to admit that he was actually a little fascinated by the taste of eating chicken clean from the bones, and the three roots of the wings were not enough.

Look at this fried noodles, wrapped in chopsticks, a lot of chopsticks made me impatient, so I opened my mouth and sent it to my mouth.

The strong scent of sauce swept across the entire mouth instantly.

Chewing with a big mouthful, the tender and smooth noodles wrapped in the fried sauce make a soft, sticky sound. The flavor of the sauce gets stronger as it tastes better. The freshness reveals a faint sweetness, which lasts for a long time, as if you can only taste the flavor of the sauce in the future. , The rest of the taste is too weak.

He rolled up another large chopsticks entrance, the fried bean paste soiled the corners of his mouth, and he didn't care about wiping it, and ate the fried bean paste noodles three times.

After eating, I was still a little puzzled. Although there was only a small bowl, it wouldn't be enough for a few chopsticks.

He picked up the noodle soup Jiang Shuya put on the corner of the plate, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and dripped a few drops of balsamic vinegar, just to relieve the saltiness. The warm noodle soup slid down the throat into the stomach, which immediately pressed a lot.

Half of the noodle soup was drunk, and the aroma of sauce in my mouth disappeared.

Xie Xun moved his chopsticks to pick out the iron plate tofu. The tofu has a crispy skin and a tender inside. The surface is covered with condiments and chopped green onion, and it is eaten in a few bites. The taste is spicy and slightly numb, but it retains the original fresh bean aroma of tofu.

After eating, I drank the remaining half-bowl of noodle soup, still reminiscent of the satisfaction when the tip of my tongue touched the crispy tofu skin covered with condiments.

But this time the quantity is a little bit less, maybe it is the same as the imperial kitchen who pursues less quantity and fineness.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Jiang Shuyao's dinner was just these three. On a whim, Xie Xun gave Xie Xun a supper... Most likely, the rest was collected.

Xie Xun walked to the door and called out, and the maid who was waiting in her room took away the dishes.

After this supper was used up, he vaguely remembered what Jiang Shuyao asked him just now? It seems to be asking him to share dinner with her tomorrow.

He unexpectedly agreed!

Really...

Xie Xun's face was bitter, and he pretended to be self-denial.

He looked up at the bright crescent moon, and sighed as if he was going to a banquet.

I don't know what she will cook tomorrow. The mapo tofu last time was delicious.

...

When Jiang Shuyao was washing up early the next morning, Bai Zhi Shunzui reported that Xie Xun had eaten the supper clean last night, and she was quite surprised that there was not even a drop of noodle soup left.

She didn't ask Bai Zhi where she heard this, and rushed to the big kitchen with a pinch.

Now that you have laid down your old face to find Xie Xun, it's not a big deal to fawn on the old lady.

It was breakfast, and the big kitchen was steaming and lively.

As soon as Jiang Shuyao came in, everyone turned their gazes, some confused, some disdainful, and some kept looking curiously.

The four maids behind Jiang Shuyao were all from the Xiangyang Bofu. Those who grew up in the rich and noble piles were even more arrogant and calm, and the materials on their clothes were incomparable to those worn by ordinary people.

Jiang Shuyao is even more graceful. He obviously only simply hairpins a hairpin with a golden hairpin on his head, but it looks like an upper body in a garnished dress, with a head full of pearl hairpins, like a rich peony.

A group of people walked in, obviously not much pomp, but more vigorous than the master mistress.

Even if they were disdainful of the third lady who was not well-known and disliked by the mother-in-law, everyone had to subconsciously bow their heads and salute.

"What do you prepare for breakfast today?" Jiang Shuyao asked.

Then there was a cook who came forward to report the name of the dish.

The diet at this time is relatively simple, only the Marquis Gaomen would use the iron pot invented at any time by the Emperor Taizu of the infrastructural madness, and always rely on cooking for three daily meals. Even if it is stir-fried, it is still stir-fried. For example, there are stir-fried choy sum, stir-fried chicken slices, and stir-fried tofu with shrimps and rice for breakfast today.

The large kitchen is closest to Shouning Hall, and Jiang Shuyao plans to prepare breakfast for the old lady here.

She beckoned, and the little maid who followed carried a wooden keg forward.

"This is the breakfast I prepared. It can be regarded as a staple food. Take it and warm it by the fire, wait for Bai Zhi to add ingredients and put it on the plate, and then send it to Shouning Hall together."

"This..." They have also seen daughters-in-law who want to please mother-in-law, but most of them are just making soup. There really is no such thing as bringing breakfast to the big kitchen.

"I just put the food in the big kitchen to warm it up. It's close here and the food won't get cold. Don't be afraid that the old lady will blame it. I will explain to her."

The cook didn't even dare to say.

Bai Zhi stayed in the big kitchen with a few little maids, and Jiang Shuyao took the rest to Shouning Hall.

The Xu family and the Zhou family had just arrived at Shouning Hall and met Jiang Shuyao. Only Xu family nodded and greeted her, Zhou family did not even give a look.

After a while, the maid drew on the curtain, and the three entered to greet the old lady. After greeting him, Zhou clan left. Only Xu clan stayed and served his mother-in-law to eat for ten years. Of course, he also brought Jiang Shuyao.

Jiang Shuya looked an eyesore, but the old lady lost her demeanor and asked her not to be here to distaste her appetite, so she didn't say anything.

After the old lady Xu sat down, she ordered people to set up a meal, but saw that the servants serving the food today came out with an extra line, like a clear canal dug out by the gurgling stream, which was extremely abrupt.

Take a closer look, it's not Jiang Shuyao's maid at the beginning.

Xu thought to himself that he looked like the people around Jiang Shuyao. He was clearly out of place, yet his face was calm and relaxed. It was really short of breath.

She turned her gaze to Jiang Shuyao, puzzled: "Brother sister, what's the matter?"

The old lady also found out, frowning at her.

Jiang Shuyao seemed to be unaware of their dissatisfaction, and smiled: "My daughter-in-law has a clumsy mouth and wants to serve her mother-in-law with her filial piety, but she wants to behave badly and ends up in a disgusting way..."

The old lady and the Xu family thought about it together: just know.

It's just that the cheeks are getting thicker, and I feel wronged by this.

"...So my daughter-in-law thinks that I like to study some food on weekdays, so I might as well add some dishes to my mother's breakfast. Even if it doesn't suit the taste, eating fresh, and not repetitive every day can make me feel better."

When Xu clan heard "do not repetitive samples every day", he felt panicked. They all said that Xiangyang Bofu was rich and wealthy. He did not expect to be so profligate. When Jiang was in his boudoir, he didn’t even eat breakfast every day. ?

The old lady didn't appreciate: "There are several dishes for breakfast, which are all the rules that Xie Guo Gong's mansion has followed for decades. If you add one more, it is a waste."

Jiang Shuyao beckoned Bai Zhi to step forward and said to the old lady: "No, the tofu brain prepared today is made from soybeans. It is purely crafty, inexpensive and delicious."

The tofu brain in history was invented in the Han Dynasty, but it is not here. The biggest difference between tofu and tofu brain is that there is a difference in the "pointing of brine" step, and the preparation of brine will determine whether the finished product is tender or not.

Although there is a difference between tofu nao and tofu, there is not much difference. In any case, the two can occupy a place in the rich breakfast category, which naturally illustrates their charm.

Bai Zhi respectfully salutes the old lady, she has learned much better than Jiang Shuyao, and the whole set of saluting and arranging dishes is enough to be regarded as pleasing to the eye.

She took out the tofu nao from the dinner plate and placed it on the table. The tofu nao looked white, tender and smooth, and scooped a spoonful of it into a bowl. It was slightly tenderer than tofu and firmer than milk.

"One bowl is salty and the other is sweet. Mother, which one would you like is more pleasant."

The old lady didn't want to taste it. If you bring me, I will eat. Am I so easy to please? I sent you this to stutter?

But Jiang Shuyao stood on the side, smiling like a flower, as bright as a spring in March, the old lady really couldn't hold back her face to make the child angry.

She wondered why this daughter-in-law was born so beautiful, why she had never heard of her good name before, saying that she was vulgar and ridiculous, and she was so ugly.

As she thought about it, she responded indifferently: "Yeah." Ignoring the two bowls of bean curd, she used congee and pickles for herself.

Jiang Shuyao hit the wall and felt a little frustrated. This reminds me of Xie Xun's goodness. Although his temperament is indifferent and cold-faced, it is a big advantage that he has a strong appetite.

Now I have also offered it, and looked at it coldly. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and I will be cold if I don't eat tofu.

She bowed and said, "If there is a sister-in-law to serve, the daughter-in-law is not here to obstruct the eyes. I still hope that the mother can taste the meals made by the daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law’s mother liked this very much when she was at home, and she might be able to match her mother. His mind..." The lie came with open mouth, without burden, it was a miserable sale and a sign of closeness, one after another.

The old lady was accustomed to seeing Ji Feng and Ming Li's calculations, but she had never seen such a routine that relied on thick skin to support her.

Jiang Shuyao sprinted away, and happily rolled off to eat breakfast while it was hot, leaving the old lady sitting there to reflect on whether he was too harsh and thin.

Under her knees, Xie Pei, a charming girl who grew up spoiled in every way, could not bear to talk about mother-daughter love. Presumably Jiang's also tried her best to please, what is the difference between her deliberately making things difficult and those wicked women.

Seeing Jiang's footsteps stumbling in such a hurry when he walked, he must be uncomfortable in his heart. ,,