Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Just as Xie Xun thought, sealing the small kitchen had little effect on Jiang Shuyao.

She said to Zhou that she wanted to borrow the second room’s small kitchen for lunch. There was nothing wrong with Zhou, and she became interested and came to the small kitchen to watch the excitement on crutches.

Jiang Shuyao plans to make sliced ​​noodles today.

She uncovered the damp cloth covering the basin and took out the dough that had been prepared for kneading. If you want to make a bowl of fragrant and chewy noodles, you must knead the noodles well.

It was the first time that Zhou had seen someone knead dough and watched attentively while holding a cane.

Kneading noodles pays attention to strength and patience. Jiang Shuyao knead the noodles unhurriedly, with a uniform rhythm and smooth movements. The dough becomes soft, uniform and light under her hands.

Obviously it is very boring and boring, but Zhou was attracted by her very smooth and smooth movements, and gradually became fascinated by it.

She hurts one leg and can only stand with a single push. After standing for a long time, her leg will inevitably be sore, but even then she still endures the acid clothes and stands next to her, silently sighing: "It's really amazing."

Jiang Shuyao said with a smile: "It's just kneading a dough."

Seeing that the dough was almost kneaded, Jiang Shu straightened the shape of the dough, picked up an arc-shaped cutter, held the dough with his left hand and held the knife in his right, and began to cut the noodles.

With dexterous force with her wrist, a piece of leaf separated from the tip of the knife, like fallen leaves flying, drawing a bright white arc in the air, one piece followed by one piece into the pot.

The boiling water in the pot, the noodle leaves surging in the meantime, it is really beautiful.

Zhou's eyes shined brightly, and he praised: "Three younger siblings, I didn't expect you to be so good at swordsmanship."

"What kind of sword technique is this? This is sword technique." Jiang Shuyao was amused.

The Zhou family didn't care about these differences. Seeing Jiang Shuyao skillfully cutting the noodles, the shadow of the knife shaking, and the neat technique, she was itchy.

She couldn't help but said, "Can you let me try?"

Jiang Shuya paused, and turned his head to see Zhou eager to try, with agitated expression, he hesitantly handed the knife to her.

Zhou took the knife and stood limping in front of the iron pan, leaning his crutches against his armpits and holding up the dough.

"Be careful, don't hurt it," she reminded.

Zhou hadn't had such a great interest in foreign objects for a long time. At this time, he was full of interest. Hearing Jiang Shuyao's reminder, he showed a somewhat ostentatious gesture, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This knife can hurt me?"

As she said, she made a fancy handle. The knife quickly spun out of her palm. With a flick of her wrist, the spinning knife immediately stopped, and she happened to hold the handle of the knife.

Jiang Shuyao rarely saw her such a vivid appearance. She was infected with a bit of childishness. She raised her hands and applauded: "Awesome."

Zhou smiled more happily, weighed the dough to find the feel, lifted the knife and started to cut the noodles.

Jiang Shuyao was originally just playing around with Zhou, and didn't think she could get started right away. After all, cutting noodles pays attention to practice and makes perfect. As a result, she was immediately dumbfounded when Zhou took the knife.

Zhou's speed was faster than his own, and the white floured leaves were connected in a line and flew down. The strength is even, and the knife is stable. Generally, only skilled chefs can have this skill.

Zhou finished the dough and clapped his hands: "How is it?"

Jiang Shuyan swallowed: "Second sister-in-law, you are amazing."

Zhou triumphantly said, "Making a knife is my unique skill. When I killed a barbarian for the first time, I used a knife—"

Speaking of this, she immediately stopped and looked at Jiang Shuya nervously.

But Jiang Shuyao did not show the disgust and consternation as she imagined. Instead, he blinked and looked at her, very curious: "At the beginning? Second wife, when I finish the noodles, you have to tell me well. Talk while eating."

Zhou stunned, and met Jiang Shu's clear eyes.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of openness. Those restless, low self-esteem and panic all disappeared in Jiang Shuyao's benevolent eyes.

She burst into a bright and hearty smile, nodded and said: "Okay!"

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There are many toppings for slicing noodles, such as meat fried sauce, sour soup, eggplant minced meat, etc., unlike the noodles, people are more accustomed to using broth as toppings.

What Jiang Shuyao made today is the simplest pork broth. The red sauce is covered with a light layer of red oil. The bean paste is very fragrant. The minced meat is chopped and piled up in the stew.

Sprinkle a large spoonful of steaming stewed soup on the cut noodles. The snow-white cut noodles are stained with a red oil color, but the soup is thick but not thick. Sprinkle with green onion and coriander and put it on the table.

The sliced ​​noodles are shaped like willow leaves, with a smooth and tender appearance, thick and chewy inside. They are soaked in the soup, the noodles fragrant into the soup, and the aroma of the soup is fully absorbed by the sliced ​​noodles.

The minced meat becomes a sauce, and the sliced ​​noodles are entangled together. When they are stirred together, there will be a sticky sound. The aroma of the sauce dissipates in the air with the heat, making people suddenly feel empty in the stomach. There is an urgent need to eat the warm sauce-flavored sliced ​​noodles to comfort.

Because he also participated in the process of making noodles, for Zhou, the slicing noodles became more fragrant. He lowered his head and raised the noodles, the heat was poured on his face, and the nasal cavity was stained with a salty fragrance.

The sliced ​​noodles are the width of a willow leaf, and they will be entangled when picked up. You can only put it in your mouth when you open your mouth. Once you enter it, the rich aroma instantly encroaches on all corners of your mouth.

There is the salty and spicy taste of bean paste, the sweet and salty taste of sweet noodle sauce, and the umami taste of soup and the aroma of noodles, mixing together to form the taste of happiness.

The cut noodles are slippery on the outside, but soft on the inside, soft but not sticky, and very chewy.

Slowly chew the sliced ​​noodles and feel its wonderful taste. Together with the distinct, equally chewy diced meat, the more you chew, the more fragrant the sauce is, the facial fragrance is refreshing, and the fragrance overflows your cheeks.

After the first bite, I can’t stop. Every chopstick must be covered with soup and meat sauce. The entrance is large enough to fully feel the chewiness of the noodles.

Zhou eats comfortably and happily. After eating, he has forgotten all his worries and worries. He just wants to go to the limp and sleep comfortably in the sun.

She suddenly understood Jiang Shuyao’s peaceful and casual temperament. If she could also cook with this skill, she would happily cook and eat every day. She would not only feel the satisfaction of cooking by herself, but also feel the food. Happiness, how can I worry about this and that all day long.

Thinking of this, she was agitated, slapped the table, blurted out: "Sister, what do you think of me!"

Jiang Shuyao was wiping his mouth and was startled by her shouting. He raised his head to face Zhou's bright and piercing eyes, and stammered: "Look, see what?"

"Me, what do you think of me!"

Jiang Shuyao didn't turn the corner, and replied stupidly, "Uh, second sister-in-law, you are very good, you have a good skill, you are righteous, and you look good--"

Zhou was stunned by her praise, interrupted her uncomfortably, pulled back to the topic, and exuded an aura of excitement all over: "What and what? I said you look at me, did you cook? Material, how about I learn to cook with you?"

Jiang Comfortable finally reacted and said, "Of course, if you want to learn, I will naturally give it to you."

Seeing her promised, Zhou was so happy that if it weren't for her limping, she would definitely rush over and pick Jiang Shu in a circle.

She couldn't wait to pull Jiang Shuyao into the kitchen immediately, playing all kinds of kitchen knives all over the place, this battle made Jiang Shuyao have to find an excuse to escape, um... the excited second wife is a bit dangerous.

So Jiang Shuyao just went to the second room to make a meal, and after coming back, he got an apprentice somehow.

Due to Zhou's excitement, Jiang Shuyao couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't dare to cook at her place at night, so he could only eat dinner prepared in the big kitchen.

After Xie Xun came back, he saw the familiar food on the table, drooping his shoulders languidly.

Hurry up and be happy for dozens of days, and once beat back before getting married.

Jiang Shuyao didn't pick his mouth when he ate. He ate normally as usual. Xie Xun was different. He used his chopsticks perfunctorily and stopped.

Thinking of tomorrow's delicious lunch is gone, he is even more depressed and has no appetite.

The old lady sent someone to seal up the kitchen, and left a maid to sit in, taking this opportunity to clean up the three-way messy atmosphere.

If it was the former Xie Xun, he would be very happy, after all, he likes Jing and he is very disciplined. But now he is not used to it. The cats fluttering in the corner are gone, the little maids frolicking under the corner are gone, and Jiang Shuyao’s special patio chair in the courtyard is gone... thought.

On the contrary, Jiang Shuyao adapted well, and spent time reading miscellaneous books in the wing.

Xie Xun walked into the east wing sullenly and saw Jiang Shu's leisurely and peaceful appearance, and then walked out sullenly, wandering around Xie Guogong's mansion.

In the past, I developed the habit of eating casually for supper and used to eat supper. When it was the supper point, Jiang Shuyao was habitually hungry.

She drank a few cups of underwater belly pads and became hungry as she drank.

I wanted to fill my stomach with some pastries, but she really didn't have much interest in sweet and greasy pastries.

When people were greedy, they panicked. Jiang Shuyao walked out of the house and unknowingly walked near the large kitchen.

Usually eating supper is tossing in her yard, no one can control her. But now she confessed the penalty and said she would take the penalty and seal the kitchen, but she went to the big kitchen and still tossed it, not to mention that the old lady blamed it, she herself didn't have that face.

She looked at the locked large kitchen and planned to leave, but the more she thought about supper, the more greedy and greedy she became. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, she avoided the passersby and quietly touched the window of the large kitchen.

Obviously it was just a supper, but there was a feeling of guilty conscience.

Xie Guogong's rules are strict, and there will be no stealing food. So the cook in the big kitchen just locked the door by form and did not lock the windows.

Jiang Shuya opened the window, and struggling to turn in with the sill.

After standing on the ground, she patted the grey on the cuffs, and when she was about to light a candle, she heard a noise from behind.

She was taken aback and tried to hide in a panic, but before she could escape, the window was suddenly opened.

Yuehua leaked inside, illuminating Jiang Shuyao's vision, allowing her to see clearly the appearance of the person standing outside the window.

On a quiet night, in the large kitchen barely illuminated by moonlight, Jiang Shuyao and Xie Xun outside the window faced each other, and the air fell into an awkward silence.