Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

In the dead of night, Jiang Shuyao was lying on the bed tossing and unable to sleep. Although she knew that she would never be in danger in Xie Guogong's mansion, she would still be uneasy to sleep with her eyes closed.

She lifted the thin quilt, and went out with her shoes.

Bai Zhi slept very deeply, and her even and long breathing made her mind gradually settle down.

Seeing Bai Zhi sleeping soundly, Jiang Shuyao didn't want to wake her up and let her go to the inner room to accompany her, so he quietly retreated and returned to the inner room.

As soon as I entered the room, I suddenly heard a slight noise from the carved window. Looking up, a dark shadow faintly swayed.

She was startled, staggered back two steps and hit the table, causing the porcelain to jingle.

The black figure leaned towards the carved window for a few minutes, then paused hesitantly, as if he was hanging his head thinking.

Jiang Shuyao was completely awake, walked to the carved window, opened the lock and pushed abruptly.

There was a cool breeze with a "wow", and the man outside the door almost didn't get his head knocked.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Shuyao looked at Xie Xun, feeling a little bit astonished.

It sounds absurd and nasty to come in front of someone's boudoir in the middle of the night.

Xie Xun's face burned, and he quickly explained: "I'm here to see you."

Jiang Shuyao was puzzled.

Xie Xie was a little uncomfortable, and said, "Apei's sister-in-law has set up a guard, and there is a close-fitting maid to sleep at night. I thought you might be as scared as her, so I didn't feel relieved to take a look."

Jiang Shuyao did not speak.

Xie Xun realized how stupid he was after speaking, and cursed at night for being slow in his brain.

"I didn't scare you?" he asked quickly.

"Scared." Jiang Shu answered bluntly.

"Hug—" He was even more regretful when he heard that, he raised his head to look at Jiang Shuyao, and suddenly got stuck before he finished speaking.

At this moment, she was wearing a bun and only a jacket, her black hair was like satin, and her figure was slender and graceful. Yuehua was dyed with a hazy halo, soft as a dream.

Xie Xun's eyes seemed to be scalded, and he abruptly looked away.

Jiang Shuya was only telling the truth, and realized that it seemed inappropriate after speaking. Just as he was trying to make up for it, Xie Xun took the lead.

He didn't look at her again out of courtesy, and said with a sideways face: "Sorry, it's because I didn't think well. How about your maids, can't you sleep with them?"

Jiang Shuyao didn't struggle anymore, and replied, "Well, I wanted her to come in with me, but after thinking about it, I don't want to leave it alone. She actually fell asleep in the room."

Xie Xun was silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "What about me?"

"Huh?" Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment.

"If I guarded you, would you still be afraid?"

Obviously it was just an ordinary question, but it made her heart tremble, soft and numb.

She pressed down and throbbed, thinking about the moment he embraced her in his arms yesterday, before her eyes was his majestic and upright official uniform, and his powerful heartbeat was in her ears. No matter how much panic and fear, he was warm. Dissipated in the embrace.

Her voice became soft: "No."

"Then I will watch you sleep."

"Ok?"

"may I come in?"

Jiang Shuyao didn't expect that he would do this, and replied after a long time: "Yes."

She stepped back and was about to turn around to open the door to him when Xie Xun suddenly jumped in on the window sill.

Jiang Shuyao was dumbfounded.

Xie Xun is tall, and he feels oppressed when he approaches her, especially when he is dressed loosely and thinly, and his handsome and cold temperament is heavier.

He said: "Go to sleep, I'm here to guard you, you can see when you open your eyes."

Jiang Shuyao's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, and he nodded in a daze, and hurriedly turned back to the bed.

When I walked to the side of the bed, I crawled onto the bed and put down the bed net. The throbbing was barely suppressed.

Across the bed curtain, Xie Xun's figure was a little fuzzy.

Jiang Shuyao saw him sitting down on the soft collapse, and glanced over here. After making sure that she could see him, she turned her head and sat quietly with her eyes closed.

It is indeed relieved. Jiang Shuya lay down on his side, watching him sit upright with his eyes closed and his back straightened. The corners of his mouth were tilted.

She stared at him for a while, and gradually became fascinated, and couldn't help raising her hand to outline his hazy outline on the bed curtain with her fingertips.

...Wait, what's wrong.

Jiang Shuyao asked: "Are you going to sit there all night?"

Xie Xun should be.

"Aren't you worth tomorrow?"

"Just staying up all night, it's fine." He replied.

Jiang Shuyao naturally wouldn't let him sit like this all night. He got up and took out a thin quilt from the closet and hugged it to Xie Xun: "Lie down under the quilt for a while."

Xie Xun nodded and took the thin quilt.

Jiang Shuyao returned to the bed and watched Xie Xun unfold the quilt and lay down slowly and put it on.

He had tall and long legs, reluctantly slumped to sleep on the floppy, looking a bit wronged.

Across the bed curtain, Jiang Shuyao stared at his vague outline, feeling extremely peaceful, and whispered, "Xie Boyuan, thank you."

Xie Xun let out an "um" and the room fell silent again.

Jiang Shuyao didn't say any more, her sleepiness slowly hit, and she gradually fell asleep.

She slept sweetly this time, and she was already on three poles after she woke up again.

She stretched her waist and sat up. She collapsed on her back and disappeared long ago, not even the thin quilt.

She was a little fuzzy when she just woke up, and she couldn't tell if she had a dream last night.

Bai Zhi heard the noise coming over to wait for her to get up and change clothes, her expression was always weird, she couldn't hold back while combing Jiang Shuyao's hair, and asked: "Miss, when did the uncle come in last night?"

Jiang Shuyao said: "I can't remember the time."

Bai Zhi hesitated to say, "Why did my uncle fall asleep last night?" It's all here, why just fell asleep!

Jiang Shuyao didn't understand what she meant, and replied politely: "He was worried that I was afraid, so he came to accompany me specially."

After a full sleep, Jiang Shuya regained her energy, the sun was just right, the sun was warm, and her mood improved a lot.

"How is the second sister-in-law?" she asked Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi listened to her instructions and kept paying attention to the second room, and said carefully: "The second lady had another trouble, and she didn't want to lie on the bed. She was too depressed. Finally, the lady went to hold her down." She said After arriving here, he paused for a while and said in a low voice, "Moreover, the second lady seems to be awkward with the second master, and the second master is not allowed to see her."

"anything else?"

Bai Zhi said: "That's it, the second lady has a grumpy temper. Few maids dared to enter the house and touch her. Is the lady going to visit her?"

Jiang Shuyao glanced at the sun, counting the time: "Go, but I can't go empty-handed."

"There is something in the dowry of Miss Rare Medicine."

"Bring the picked up." Jiang Shuyao ordered, then turned and walked into the small kitchen.

She plans to cook lunch for Zhou's.

It's still early, and I rushed over to catch up with lunch after cooking. Just sending medicinal materials and verbal thanks to Zhou's family can't show her heart. Cooking is different. At least for Jiang Shuyao, this is the most sincere way she can think of.

Because Zhou was injured, she wanted to cook some light and delicious meals, and after thinking about it, she picked wanton noodles.

Wonton noodles emphasize the fusion of wonton, fresh soup, and fine noodles. It tastes delicious and rich in flavor.

Fresh soup is where its charm lies. It is boiled on low fire such as earth fish, shrimp roe, pork bones, etc. The soup is fragrant, and the soup has a clear taste.

The noodles used are different from traditional noodles. They are not kneaded and rolled out, but are pressed with bamboo sticks. You can't add water to the noodles and only use eggs. The bamboo noodles are rich in fragrant and tough.

The filling of the wantan is made of lean and fat pork and fresh shrimp. The meatballs are filled with shrimp balls. The key is to use egg yolk paste to keep the meat flavor. She uses enough ingredients to keep the wonton round.

A small bowl of wonton noodles takes a lot of energy. Jiang Shuyao's handy maids all called for help. When the wonton noodles are out of the pot, just in time for the meal.

The maid accompanied her to the second room with her tray. When she arrived at the Zhou's wing, the maidservants were all terrified. Seeing Jiang Shuyao, no one dared to go in and report.

Because of Zhou's life-saving kindness, she unilaterally became familiar with Zhou's. Seeing no one was notified, she went straight into the house.

Zhou heard the footsteps, and shouted in the interior: "I said, don't bother me!" After that, he added, "I don't want to use rice."

When she finished roaring, she noticed that the footsteps kept going, and she looked irritably at her, only to see that the person here was not a maid but Jiang Shuyao.

She looked a little awkward.

Jiang Shuyao took the dinner plate from Bai Zhi, told her to go out first, and then walked over with the wooden plate: "Why don't you want to use rice?"

Zhou did not answer and asked, "Why are you here?" His tone was extremely aggressive and impatient.

"I'll see you."

Zhou's don't overdo it: "Okay, after reading it, you can go."

Jiang Shuyao put down the dinner plate and said, "No, I haven't finished reading it. You have to watch your meal before it is finished."

Zhou didn't expect her to be so cheeky, so she smiled at herself ingeniously, "hum", but said nothing.

Jiang Shuyao sat down by the bed: "Second sister-in-law, this is the wonton noodles I made by myself. Can you try it?"

Zhou turned his head and frowned, "You did it yourself?"

"This is a bit troublesome to do, and the maid is also helpful."

This is not the point. Zhou asked again: "Did you cook it?"

"Yes."

She was silent suddenly, no longer charged so much, and turned into a bit of resentment: "You really... blame you." She has been in the kitchen since she got married, and it seems that she never cared about the eyes of others and the completeness of herself. There are two extremes.

Jiang Shuyao knew Zhou's twisting temperament, and didn't care about her attitude. He smiled and said, "What blames me?"

Zhou did not expect that she would be so patient, a little surprised. After so many years, she has long been accustomed to being mean and stubborn, and her mouth is not forgiving, and she did not change it for a while, so she feels a little guilty for Jiang Shuyao who was angry with her for no reason.

She scratched her palms uncomfortably, and muttered, "I blame you."

Jiang Shuyao held the plate to her: "Eat first."

A strong fragrance penetrated into the nasal cavity, and Zhou looked towards Wantun. The round belly-skinned wantan floats in the clear soup, the pink meat is looming, the goose-yellow bamboo noodles are as thin as silver silk, trembling like a thread, and a thin layer of light golden oil floats on the soup. , The green onion is embedded in it, adding a touch of green color.

Judging the appearance, Zhou somewhat understood why she said it was troublesome to do it.

She was sour and messy, she just lifted her quilt and got up: "Go to the table and eat."

Without being waited on, he put on his outer shirt and jumped to the table and sat down on one foot.

Jiang Shuya felt that Zhou's side was very cute, put the plate on the table and looked at her expectantly.

Zhou's mood is complicated. Because she was angry at her for no reason, she wanted to give her a bit of face, but now Jiang Shuyao sat down opposite her and looked at her with an expectant look. She was suddenly embarrassed to move her chopsticks. Up.

If it is unpalatable, she is not the kind of person who will continue to eat and praise the deliciousness.

She picked up the chopsticks and stirred up a tuft of goose yellow bamboo noodles.

At this moment, the noodle soup shook, and the sweet and luscious aroma became even heavier.

Smelling this smell, she was suddenly hungry after she had no appetite on an empty stomach for a day.

The noodles are wrapped in delicious hot soup, the mouth is smooth and thin as silver silk, because of the exquisite method, it is extremely crisp and elastic, and it is full of toughness. It has the sweetness of the soup and the mellow aroma of eggs.

She was shocked by just one mouthful, Xing's eyes stared slightly, and she looked at Jiang Shuyao in surprise.

She didn't understand when she heard that Jiang Shuya loves to cook food all day long in the kitchen. She felt that she was better than she was at the beginning. Now that she has eaten the food she cooked, she suddenly realized. Jiang Shuyao's cooking skills are so superb, if he doesn't insist, he shouldn't.

She even ate a few mouthfuls of bamboo noodles and picked up the green vegetables in the mouth. It was crisp and refreshing. The sweetness of the soup made ordinary green vegetables more delicious.

Now I don’t even need a spoon. I use chopsticks to pick up the fat and swollen wonton, blow air, and put it in my mouth eagerly.

Wonton stuffing contains shrimp, pork, and chive yolk. The yolk paste retains the meaty flavor and has a strong fragrance.

The wonton skin is very slippery and the meat filling is delicate. The most wonderful thing is its texture. It is smooth and elastic, and it is very crispy. It has a "pork" crispness after biting.

The meat is rich in flavor and mellow when mixed together. There is a flavor similar to roasted meat. Slowly chewing the crispy and delicate shrimp balls, the rich and umami taste lasts in the mouth.

She wanted to chew it carefully, but was so fresh that she couldn't wait to swallow her tongue. She hadn't experienced this fresh delicacy for too long.

If it weren't for Jiang Shuyao's presence, she would definitely drank the soup with a bowl, but now she can only use a spoon to slowly scoop the soup.

The soup base is clear and clear, leaving aside the green onions, scooping up a spoonful, there is still a little bit of oil accumulated on the soup. The entrance is piping hot, and the heat spreads all the way into the stomach. The freshness is extremely rich, but it is not greasy at all. The pepper on the noodles makes the heat a little bit more. After a bowl of wonton noodles is eaten, there is nothing wrong with the whole body. Stretching and refreshing.

She devoted herself to eating, and for a while, she forgot to cook the noodles too clean, not even a drop of soup was left.

Jiang Shuyao was very satisfied: "It seems that it still fits the taste of Ersao."

Cannibalism is short, and Zhou can't say anything hard no matter how harshly he is.

Facing Jiang Shuyao, Zhou was very uncomfortable. She was targeted at her before, but she didn’t care about it. Later, she found her embarrassed because of the uproar of Shouning Hall. That’s all. What made Zhou most annoying was that she watched Jiang Shuyao being taken away. It was a shame to fail to stop.

She thought wildly, and said stiffly: "Well, it's okay... Okay, well, it suits the taste."

After speaking, he moved awkwardly, gritting his teeth because of the pain in his leg.

While still suffering, Jiang Shuyao's voice suddenly came from her ears: "If the second sister-in-law thinks it suits the taste, how about I often make something for you in the future? I am also good at cooking."

She looked up and saw Jiang Shu's eyebrows picturesque, smile brightly and vigorously, and uttered a firm word in a ghostly manner: "Okay."