Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

After Jiang Shuyao returned to the mansion, he went straight back to the east wing.

Xie Xunji hung her up, and after reading a book for a while, he walked down the corridor to see the candlelight in the east wing.

Once, twice, three times... After watching too much, I found out that Jiang Shuya didn't seem to be in the house.

He searched for a half circle in the yard, stopped, and walked towards the small kitchen.

There were several lanterns in the kitchen, the light was soft and bright, and Jiang Shuyao was walking on the counter.

She neatly **** her hair bun, her sleeves were tied weirdly, and her whole body was condensed. She repeatedly smashed, kneaded, and stretched a large ball of soft noodles, then pinched the ends of the noodles and beat them constantly.

The quiet kitchen is full of loud "booms".

Xie Xun didn't know what she was doing, and walked over to her: "Let the servant do this kind of thing, why bother to do it yourself."

His voice was soft, and Jiang Shuya was not frightened. Seeing him coming, he didn’t respond: “I want to come by myself.” This is her habit. She cooks when she gets stressed. Kneading noodles and ramen are the most decompressive. .

There was a strand of hair hanging down in front of his forehead, scratching his face a little itchy, Jiang Shuya raised his arm, wrinkled his nose and rubbed the itchy spot.

She stretched the noodles again and beat them **** the chopping board, then folded and stretched them in half, and continued to beat them. The strength is so great that when you use it, it looks like Dough has an enemy with her, and it looks a bit silly.

Xie Xun didn't leave and didn't make a sound. He stood quietly and watched for a while, his mouth couldn't help but smile.

The two did not talk, one stuck to the face, and the other watched.

Jiang Shuyao finally finished, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. Turning his head to Xie Xun, his breath was uneven, and he said viciously, "Let's eat it!"

What a grudge?

Xie Xun couldn't help but laughed, and a little candlelight reflected in his black eyes: "Okay."

Jiang Shuya patted the flour on his hands and said triumphantly: "Let me show you a hand."

She smeared oil on the chopping board, picked up the slicked noodles, held both ends with her arms, and quickly stretched outwards, then folds in half, with her fingers flapping, her wrists shaking, and she stretched again. In the blink of an eye, the noodles were in her. His hands turned into untidy messy noodles.

Xie Xun looked curiously: "Where did you learn this?"

Jiang Shuyao was too lazy to lie, so he blocked him back and said, "Are you going to be a teacher?"

Xie Xun shut up.

The soup is the soul of Lanzhou beef noodles. It is made with bobbin bones, fatty chicken and beef that Lin insists on bringing back Jiang Shuyao, and is slowly boiled with seasonings and Chinese medicine. The soup is clear but the flavor is completely integrated into the soup. in. Even if you put a variety of meaty bones, the soup is clear and delicious.

When the water boils, Jiang Shuya throws the ramen into the noodles, boiled for a while, fished out in time when the time is right, and the noodles cooked in time will be strong and flexible.

Pour a large spoonful of fresh and fragrant soup, top with boiled radish slices and beef slices, sprinkle with coriander and chopped green onion, and pour more balsamic vinegar. The vinegar is fragrant, but the taste is clear.

Xie Xun volunteered to serve the dish, and the two returned to the east wing and started eating.

The soup base is clear, the noodles are white, the green onion is green, and the radish slices are white. The light color makes the beef slices extremely eye-catching. You can imagine the mellow beef just by looking at it.

Xie Xun picked up a large chopsticks noodles and put them in his mouth.

Although the noodles are thin, they are continuous, soft and tough. The thick soup is soaked into the thin noodles, and each noodle is delicious.

The noodle soup has a slight fragrance of vinegar, appetizing and refreshing, and the noodles wrapped in the soup are eaten up and ironed comfortably.

"It's delicious." Xie Xun exclaimed, loving the supper so much.

Jiang Shuyao said: "Of course."

Xie Xie finished sighing. He lowered his head and blew the green onion and slick oil on the noodles. He drank the hot and hot soup base, so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes and looked like a greedy cat.

He looks tall and thin, but he is actually a master who can eat.

The sea bowl that I did not know where I found it has become his special bowl, and the comparison between Jiang Shuyao's small porcelain bowl and his is not enough.

She still reminded as usual: "Don't support it."

Xie Xun buried his face in the bowl, uttered an "um" in his nose, and continued to eat noodles.

The mist was on his face, making his cheeks reddish, and he felt that the nasal mouth was full of delicious taste, and he couldn't help but sigh again how this clear and watery soup base could have such a mellow fragrance.

The night is always relaxing. He is immersed in delicious food, eating noodles and soup. He feels that he has to chew noodles to be the most enjoyable.

When Jiang Shuya finished eating, he also finished eating.

No one wants to move after eating. He leaned back comfortably and waited for the sweat to dissipate slowly.

Xie Xun suddenly thought of something and reminded him: "Tomorrow you are going to the Princess Palace for a banquet, don't forget."

"Well, Bai Zhi has been talking about it."

"Don't miss the hour because of cleaning up." The last time I left the house was enough to wait.

"No, I must get up early to dress up."

Jiang Shuya felt much more relaxed, and there was no gloom on his face.

When Xie Xun saw the opportunity, he asked, "What happened to Xiangyang Bofu?"

His topic changed suddenly. Jiang Shuya wondered why he mentioned it, but he didn't reject it. He shook his head and said, "No, it's my mother. I always feel that she is depressed and depressed, like losing hope and fighting spirit. I'm boring."

She was willing to chat with him, Xie Xun was a little happy, and wanted to solve her problems, and said: "What does your mother like to do on weekdays?"

Jiang Shuya thought for a while: "Love...make money?" She recalled the time she just wore on, and counted, "On weekdays, I have trouble finding concubine rooms, settle accounts, do business, and hope that I will marry sooner—— "

Speaking of this embarrassing silence, after all, the marriage between her and Xie Xun is definitely not a pleasant one.

Xie Xun was unaware, and chuckled after hearing the words: "Then let her find motivation again." The problems that bothered her were not as difficult as imagined. Xie Xun breathed a sigh of relief, "Your mother loves business, so let her do business. Lin Family The business you are currently involved in is the top pick, so change to another business."

"For example?" Jiang Shuyao's eyes lit up, his brains were different.

Xie Xun straightened up slightly, with a vigorous smile on his face, and You Rongyan: "For example, restaurants and restaurants, you can't waste all your cooking skills in Xie Guo Gong's mansion."

"Snapped!"

Jiang Shuyao stood up, swept the bowl at the corner of his sleeve, and quickly ran next to Xie Xun, holding his skirt, and sat down: "Tell me in detail."

She leaned so close, her eyes were full of gorgeous looks, looking at him baffledly, making Xie Xun a little shy inexplicably, and suppressing the smile on her face.

"The Lin family is now at the top of the original way. It's meaningless to go further, but it's not the same to change to another profession. Everything starts from the beginning, the way forward is unknown, new and novel, presumably the mother-in-law who loves business will be interested in this."

Jiang Shuya patted the ground with both hands, and said excitedly: "It makes sense! But how does the restaurant Lin Family stand out?"

Seeing her so excited, Xie Xun couldn't help but laugh again, with handsome and gentle eyes: "It's up to you. But I have a suggestion. The Lin family is wealthy. I think I don't have much hope for making money. Then change your hope, such as doing something that is beneficial to the people while making money."

"This... sounds so difficult." Jiang Shuyao didn't expect Xie Xun to send her such a great and noble task.

Xie Xun said: "It's not a great way to save the common people. Don't frown. It's not difficult to speak of. For example, your Lin family's boat line, leading the navigation, clearing the river bandits, making it easier for the people to travel, and for business and trade, is not beneficial to the people. Didn’t that mean that the Emperor Taizu supported the Lin family.”

Taizu Emperor, the same infrastructure emperor who traveled through the village.

When Jiang Shuya thought of him, she couldn't help but sigh. She came over to eat and drink when others came through for infrastructure construction. It’s just that Taizu went up to the social system, down to clothing, housing, and transportation. He just didn’t develop "food" and let the caravans go out to sea to find seeds. He just looked for corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes for the infrastructure, even a pepper. Don't look for it.

She nodded: "Okay! I will propose to my mother."

Xie Xun continued to advise her: "Restaurants are often only accessible by wealthy people. They are exquisite and ordinary people will not enter. Why don't you think about any cheap and delicious food that can be sold to ordinary people in restaurants?"

Don't talk about Lin, even Jiang Shuyao is already motivated. She patted the ground again excitedly, but she patted Xie Xun's shoulder again: "Xie Boyuan, you are so amazing! A word that awakens the dreamer."

Xie Xun was supposed to be ashamed, but seeing her look so generous and excited, she was helpless and amusing, and let her pat her shoulder vigorously: "I just came up with an idea. How about it, you still have a lot of mother-in-law Discuss it."

"Yeah!" Jiang Shuyao nodded, and slowly retracted his hand, with a depressed expression: "How hard is your arm? Don't you gain weight after eating so much?" Her face has been rounded recently.

Xie Xun was stunned when she heard the words. She couldn't laugh or cry. She really didn't know what weird things she was thinking about every day.

"I--"

He was about to speak when Jiang Shuyao suddenly stretched out his hand to reach his abdomen.

boom--

Xie Xun's mind went blank and fell into sluggishness.

With a soft hand pressed against his belly, with layers of fabric between them, it seemed that he could still feel the softness of her palm.

Xie Xun's body was as stiff as a rock, and he forgot to avoid it. He blushed with blood.

Jiang Shuyao just touched it and took it back, and touched his abdomen again: "Why do you still have abdominal muscles? It's really unfair. I feel that I will have fat on my stomach soon-eh, Xie Boyuan, what are you running?"

Xie Xun stood up abruptly, stumbled and rushed out, his face flushed and embarrassed.

People just felt a gust of wind entering the study room and banging the door.

The heat on Xie Xun's face lingered, it was so hot that his heart was hot, and white steam was about to appear in his head.

He paced back and forth around the house, but he couldn't help it.

The candlelight was too bright, as if all his shyness and helplessness were laid on his face.

He hurried over to blow out the candlelight, and when the room was dark, he breathed a sigh of relief, and vented his face weakly in the corner of the wall.

He raised his hand to touch his face, felt the heat of the hot hand and knocked his head to the corner of the wall in shame.

Jiang is really...really...really helpless with her. ,,