Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Both of them were very full for this dinner today. After Xie Xun finished eating, he went back to the study to read as usual. It was back after a while, with a book in his hand.

"The study is too boring," he explained.

Jiang Shuyao said "Oh" and then lowered his head to write and draw.

Xie Xun failed to attract attention, and sat down obediently at the table, reading with her.

The east wing room is very quiet. There are cicadas in the yard, and the breeze blows into the house, bringing a quietness unique to summer nights.

After Jiang Shuyao finished drawing the pot in his hand, he stretched out and asked Xie Xun, "Are you still doing it tonight?" She was too supportive to eat in the afternoon, and now she is not very greedy.

Xie Xun raised his eyes and replied: "It's up to you. If you want, then we will go."

Jiang Shuyao touched his chin and said, "Isn't it bad for us to do this, sneaking every day."

Xie Xun comforted: "It will be justified in a few days."

"Forget it." Jiang Shuyao sighed, "We still have to be more restrained." You can't eat Hesai every night.

She patted her belly, these days have been a lot smoother.

Xie Xun nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, you still have to pay attention to your body." To control the appetite is the foundation of good luck and longevity.

Bai Zhi who had just walked into the house covered her mouth in surprise.

God, what did she hear? ! "Sneak secretly every day", "temperance", "pay attention to your body"...

Listening to these thought-provoking words, she secretly took a small step forward, and happened to see Jiang Shuyao touching her belly.

The amount of information was so great that Bai Zhi was almost frightened.

She calmed her mind and hurriedly backed out gently.

Jiang Shuyao didn't know about Bai Zhi going back and shaking her hands to write to Mrs. Xiangyang. She stood up and walked to the corner of the wing: "Come here, I will show you something good."

Xie Xun put down the book and walked in with her.

In the inconspicuous corner was a low table with a thick blanket.

Jiang Shuyao walked over and opened the blanket, revealing two porcelain bowls covered with wooden lids.

"Don't eat supper, but yogurt can come in two bowls, which happens to promote digestion." Jiang Shuyao opened the lid.

"Yogurt?" Xie Xun looked into the bowl. The celadon bowl was filled with white yogurt. The surface was smooth as curd, like white egg custard and tofu brain.

Yogurt had already appeared at this time, but it was only popular among the nomads, and the name was not yogurt, so Xie Xun had never heard of it.

"Compendium of Materia Medica" has a record: "The cheese making method uses a half-dipper of milk, which is fried in a pot, and the milk is boiled for ten times. It is often stirred with a dipper, and then poured out. Feng Fang is ready."

Jiang Shuyao is an ancient yogurt made according to this method. I boiled fresh milk early in the morning, put it in the Daigo primer I bought the day before, covered it with a blanket for five hours, and the thick and delicate yogurt was ready.

Because the small kitchen was closed, the celadon bowls and spoons came from Erfang Shun, which made the two bowls of yogurt especially precious.

Jiang Shuyao was unwilling to eat it: "It would be great if I could cut some fruits in. In summer, I should eat yogurt and fruit."

Xie Xun said, "Then let's get some fruits."

It is now approaching Haishi, and most people have returned to their rooms to go to bed one after another, except for those who were on duty at night.

In the big evening, some masters called to cook soup, and some masters called to make sober soup, but no one asked the fruit to be delivered at night, which would definitely arouse the suspicion of the mother who is always watching.

Once cooked and cooked again, Xie Xun and Jiang Shuyao sneaked out of the yard while holding the yogurt.

The two dug into the large kitchen well, took out the watermelon and grapes from the water tank, cut them together with the bananas and threw them into the yogurt.

After stirring with a spoon, the thick yogurt is wrapped in fruits of different colors, the watermelon pieces are bright red, the grapes are crystal clear, and the banana slices are soft and waxy. It looks fresh and cool.

The two of them came out of the small kitchen with a big bowl and came to the old stronghold small garden behind the rockery.

After some tossing, I can finally enjoy the fruit.

Jiang Shuyao picked up the bowl and touched Xie Xun's.

With a crisp "ding", she smiled happily: "Cheers."

Xie Xun was amused by her: "What a toast."

"Since you said that, you will have a drink at the bar when you are finished."

"Are you talking about eating moderately?"

"Wine is not food."

Xie Xun had no choice but to helplessly shook his head.

The tip of his nose was lingering with the sour milk scent of yogurt, Xie Xun stopped arguing with her, picked up the spoon and stirred it.

The yogurt is very thick, but it is very delicate and silky when mixed, because the diced fruit is wrapped in it and it is slightly obstructed when stirring.

Put aside the diced fruit first, scoop up a spoonful of thick yogurt, a mellow milky fragrance blooms on the tip of the tongue, without chewing, the yogurt naturally melts in the mouth.

The yogurt is sweet and sour, with the sandy sweetness of coarse sugar, and the mellow milky aroma, and the flavor is rich. The smooth and tender yogurt has a plump and long lusciousness, with the sweet and fruity fragrance of fruits, which injects a refreshing coolness into the whole body.

"It's delicious?" Jiang Shuya bit the spoon and squinted with enjoyment.

"Yeah." Xie Xun licked the yogurt on his lower lip, also bubbling with happiness.

The banana slices are soft, tender and smooth, chewed together with thick yogurt, waxy, with a slight sweet fragrance, adding a unique fragrance to the yogurt.

Take a bite of the watermelon, the refreshing sweet juice splashes in the mouth, the outside is wrapped in plump and smooth yogurt, it tastes sweet and sour, thick and moist.

There was no wind at this time, but I felt a refreshing, fruity breeze blowing across my face. The heat from my whole body was blown away, and it turned into a bright, watery moonlight.

Perhaps it is because the yogurt comes from the nomadic people in the northwest, and it tastes with the unique flavor there, with the breeze of the vast grassland and the bright moon by the Qinghai Lake.

Jiang Shuyao held the bowl, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Xie Xun also raised his neck.

"It's a pity that there is no wind," she said.

"Then go to a windy place."

Jiang Shuya turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

Xie Xun's face showed a rare and hearty childishness: "The moonlight on the roof is more beautiful."

"The roof?" Jiang Shuyao was slightly surprised.

Xie Xun stood up and reached out to her.

Jiang Shuyao put his hands on naturally, and was pulled up by Xie Xun and climbed onto the roof with him.

The roof is not high, and it is stable when stepping on the tiles. Jiang Shuyao only started to feel a little scared. When he sat down formally, only novelty and joy were left.

The roof has a wide view, the moonlight is bright and bright, and the wind is refreshing and gentle. If neither of them is holding a bowl, the scene is even more romantic.

"Let's climb more on the roof in the future." Jiang Shuyao said, "Bring wine."

Xie Xun listened to the first half and was about to nod his head. After hearing the second half, he frowned: "Is there anyone in your boudoir who loves wine like you?"

Jiang Shu said uncomfortably: "What's the matter, no?"

Xie Xun quickly explained, "No, I'm just a little weird." He has never heard of any woman or woman who loves wine.

But Jiang Shuyao is different from everyone else.

He loosened his eyebrows and smiled, "It's exactly that you are you. It's weird, and there is something that no one else has."

"Are you good words?" Jiang Shuya hummed.

Xie Xun nodded: "Of course it is a good thing."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Shuyao, and said seriously, "You are so good."

Before Jiang Shuya could react, he spoke again.

"We had too many misunderstandings when we met." He didn't open his eyes and dared not look at Jiang Shuyao. "I knew you from just a few words. When I didn't know you enough, I had a prejudice against you, even neglecting you and treating you with kindness. Sorry."

He apologized so solemnly, Jiang Shuyao was a little uncomfortable, and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay." It's embarrassing to say it, and it's impossible to explain it clearly.

Xie Xun was silent for a few seconds, hesitating to take out something from his arms: "...this is an apologize."

Jiang Shuyao said "Huh?"

Xie Xun hesitated, squeezing things into Jiang Shuyao's hands.

A cool object was stuffed in his hand. Jiang Shuyao picked it up and found it was a finely carved wooden hairpin.

The hairpin was polished to be extremely smooth, soft and smooth to the touch, and a pair of double pedicle lotus was carved on the hairpin, which was lifelike, and the corners of the layered lotus leaves were also smoothly ground.

"This is?" She was a little surprised.

Xie Xun's ears were red in despair, and his tone was still flat, but his expression revealed his nervousness.

"I sculpted this by myself, it's not a good thing, but I thought about apologizing, so I was very careful, so I did it myself."

Xie Xun’s carved wooden hairpins are less than one hundred or eighty. Every day, he sneaks and polishes the carvings in the East Palace. The craftsmanship is unfamiliar. He has a lot of holes in his fingertips, and he is ridiculed by Lin.

Jiang Shuyao suddenly received the gift, and did not react for a while, staring at the wooden hairpin in a dazed manner. After the surprise, he realized it well.

Xie Xun felt ashamed for a while when she didn't like it, and wanted to jump off the roof.

"Well, if you don't like to throw it away, it's not worth a lot of money. I'll buy you some top things." He pretended to be calm and authentic, "It's more gorgeous than the rewards of Concubine Lin."

Jiang Shuyao ignored him and touched the smooth wooden hairpin, always feeling that the temperature in his arms still remained on the hairpin.

Xie Xun was sitting with a cold face that was alienated from Qingjun in her mind, and she couldn't help laughing.

"Very good," she said.

Xie Xun suddenly became even more upset and shy when she heard her smile.

Jiang Shuyao raised his hand and inserted the wooden hairpin into the hair bun, and stabbed Xie Xun with his elbow: "Does it look good?"

Xie Xun turned around, and the two eyes faced each other, and the moonlight shrouded Jiang Shuyao like a light gauze mist, giving her an unreal beauty.

Jiang Shuyao felt Xie Xun's eyes fall on her face, his cheeks were slightly hot, waiting for his praise.

"...You really are more suitable for gold jewelry." Xie Xun said seriously.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken before it rose.

Jiang Shuyao was still slightly moved one second before, and the next second he almost wanted to kick Xie Xun off the roof.

Before she could be impulsive, a strange cry of Yin and Yang suddenly came from the courtyard of the house: "San Ye, San Ma."

Xie Xun and Jiang Shuyao were startled and looked under the house.

The grandmother sent by the old lady looked up at them with a stretched face and looked up at them, followed by a mighty group of maids and maids, a group of people staring dumbfoundedly at the two fools who did not sleep on the roof at night.