Husband, Have Dinner

That's what happened to Ayao's auction.

It's a coincidence that the family who invited them was the Meng family where A Yao had previously lived. The maid came and followed Mochizuki to finalize the menu for the New Year's Eve dinner. They looked at each other and both were surprised.

Mochizuki learned of the cause and effect, led A Yao to thank the old lady Meng, and secretly told the bird's nest to get the life of the noodles only half of the remuneration these days, and confirmed with the maid the old lady's dietary taboos, let Ayao cook a stew Tang, someone like Mrs. Meng has a lot of financial resources. She may not be able to see her with money or gifts. It would be better to show her strengths and send caring sincerely.

The herring is pickled, and A Yao intends to stroll out and take a breath.

After preparing the materials for the night, everyone's spirits were a little sluggish. Mochizuki arranged for the bird's nest to rest. When she woke up, it was A Yao's turn to sleep for a while.

Mochizuki quickly glanced at A Yao, who was crept out, "Don't go too far, there are many guests outside. In case you collide with a guest and cause trouble to your upper body, don't think of me to rescue you."

"Hey, okay, I'm in the kitchen yard and I won't go far." A Yao smiled.

When I got out of the kitchen, I was suddenly blown into the icy scum mixed with rain, and the cold rain hit my face, and the sleepy bugs were instantly driven away.

"Saozhu, come back and put on some magnolia ointment before going out. If it gets cold and hot, you don't want your face anymore." Mochizuki shouted in the kitchen.

The cold wind howled, blowing rainwater into the wind into the kitchen.

"Whoever puts the dry goods by the window, put them away!"

"There are reeds on the cover of the water tank. It is the Donghu Sanbai brought by the guests. The golden ones are very expensive. Be careful not to be cold to death!"

The sudden blowing of wind shocked everyone, watching the moon and watching Liulu listen to all directions, like a general dispatching troops, even A Yao, who was breathing outside the door, ran back to help, a small disturbance in the kitchen. Was quickly suppressed.

After getting your breath, it's time to prepare stew soup for Mrs. Meng.

"Do you have any ideas?" Mochizuki asked when she saw her roll up her sleeves and prepare to do a big fight. Don’t look at the old lady Meng who lives in widowed, no one comes to visit, and there is only one maid to take care of her. But when it comes to New Year’s Day, there are many people who send the New Year’s gift. The ingredients from all over the world are gathered together. I am afraid that she will be the most prestigious in Beijing. Several restaurants and restaurants may not be able to gather such a variety of materials.

Zhongning’s wolfberry, Xinzheng’s chicken heart date, Xianyou’s longan, Hanyuan Qingxi’s pepper, Danzhou’s coconut, Beijiang’s saury, East Lake’s three whites, southern China’s dried carambola, and the black goats on the grassland beyond the Great Wall...

"Master Mochizuki, I want to use these to make a coconut stewed chicken soup, and ask for help." A Yao ordered the ingredients, put them in a lacquer tray, and showed them to Mochizuki.

In the last life, she did not touch the sun and spring water with her ten fingers at home. She only knew all kinds of stews and soups. Her mother often talked about yam spleen, goji berry to improve eyesight, south and north apricot and vegetable dried pig lung soup to remove autumn dryness, and a bowl of pepper pig in winter. Stomach with chicken soup, warm the spleen, warm the whole body.

Years and months have been affected by ears and eyes, and I know some of them.

Coconut stewed chicken, moisturizing and invigorating the spleen, is not only for raising people in summer, but also can be drunk in winter.

Mochizuki looked at her material "How do you want me to help you?"

"I don't know how to handle it yet, how to cut the pieces with a knife." Ayao smiled and smiled flatteringly.

The old chicken was peeled, Mochizuki cut the pieces, and said to her, smoothly scraping the remaining fat attached to the muscles, "Next time you have to come by yourself, how do you get this coconut?"

"Hmm. Open a small cover on the coconut, and I can make the rest."

Mochizuki Yiyan used a long knife to cut the upper half of the coconut horizontally. The coconut inside immediately overflowed along the edge of the knife and cut into a coconut cover. The fragrance of the coconut wafted out. Ayao came to sniff it. The fragrance reminded her of the coconut candy that she ate during the Chinese New Year. The coconut milk I used to drink often.

Pour out the coconut water and filter, and leave the coconut shell for later use. The chopped chicken pieces are cooked in water, and the hollow coconut shell is used as a container to put the chicken pieces into the container. The coconut is quickly filled, sprinkled with goji berries, one piece of chicken heart date and longan, and finally the container is filled with clarified coconut. Soak the chicken nuggets with the juice, sprinkle a little salt, cover with coconut cover, cover with a layer of bamboo paper, tie it with thin twine, put it in a steamer and simmer in water for an hour.

The heat catalyzed the delicacy under the action of time. The smell of old chicken was stewed and accompanied by the fragrance of coconut. The servant women who were busy in the kitchen came to A Yao along with the fragrance, and asked babblingly, "Little girl, What are you doing, Texiang!"

"That's right, the chicken soup is so fragrant that it is stewed. What ingredients did you add? I have never smelled it before."

A Yao followed their words with a smile and nodded. Without accepting their words, the voluminous servant maid read out the ingredients for her stew, but the coconut did not guess.

The coconut was delivered as a round brown fruit full of "pine hairs". It was hard and hollow, but when asked how to prepare it, they didn't know anything about it, and they didn't smell the fragrance. Among the many ingredients sent Among them, the coconut is one of the ignored.

The servant wife had been arguing for a long time, but A Yao had heard a lot of knowledge about useful ingredients. When they looked at them, they were all stolen by A Yao. They were so angry that they closed their mouths and acted like birds and beasts.

Looking at the time, the taste of chicken soup became stronger and stronger, and it was finished.

At the moment when it was out of the pot, everyone's eyes were on A Yao's hand. The three-legged Xiaoding held up the coconut. The bamboo paper was soaked and pressed against the coconut. A Yao carefully picked up the Xiaoding and sent it to Mrs. Meng.

"Okay, well, you have a heart... This should be the case that Kuang'er nurse brought coconuts from Danzhou, right?"

The old lady Meng had a pleasant look, sniffed the coconut scent, and opened the lid by herself, revealing the richer coconut sweetness.

Looking at the reflection of the noodle soup from Ayao's position, it is the clear oil from the old chicken itself, not the sweet yellow chicken oil.

"Madam, be careful."

"Old lady, don't worry!"

A Yao and the maid rushed one after another.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm not in a hurry." Mrs. Meng was amused, and she scooped up a spoonful of clear soup. The soup base was actually coconut milk. The slightly sour coconut milk neutralized the greasy chicken, Chinese wolfberry longan and longan. The chicken heart date enhances the sweetness, the fine salt improves the freshness, smells the fragrance, the stewed soup is sweet and not greasy, the chicken is not too old, the old lady drank it very satisfied, spoon after spoon until it bottomed out, the chicken was also eaten by her Nine out of ten, this is surprising.

"So I ate so much!"

"Old lady, you have eaten so much, what should you do for dinner?" The maid stamped her foot.

"My mouth is full, but my stomach is not full yet." Mrs. Meng laughed, and asked the maid to go to the inner room to fetch her purse and pass it to A Yao. The start was slightly heavy, and A Yao subconsciously shoved "Madam, thank you so much." Good intentions, but I can't accept this."

Mrs. Meng "I don't like to hear these words. I have a good time and I will give you some gadgets, but you don't want to accept them. You deliberately let the old lady have a bad year for me."

"Take it, the old lady was happy with the gift you gave, and she would accept it when she sent you the gift." The maid also persuaded.

"Then...I'm more respectful than obedient." She put her purse into the inner pocket of her arms and patted it again to make sure it would not fall off. Mrs. Meng laughed.

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