Ancient Foodie Survival Guide
Chapter 40:
When Xie Xun returned from duty, he stepped into the courtyard and saw Jiang Shuyao put a table in the courtyard where he often enjoyed the cold.
He walked over and saw that the table was full of recipes written by Jiang Shuyao.
The handwriting is messy, lacking arms and legs.
It seems that being unlearned is true, not an exaggeration at all. Xie Xun shook his head helplessly, picked up one and slowly recognized the word.
At this time, Jiang Shuyao came out of the small kitchen with two bowls in his hands, followed by two small dots, like a string of small tails.
"Uncle San." Xie Zhao shouted loudly.
Xie Xun put down the paper, nodded to him, and rubbed his furry head: "Why are you here?"
Isn't this nonsense, of course it is looking for the third aunt.
Xie Zhao hesitated without answering.
I whispered in my heart, sorry for the third uncle, your position in my heart has been squeezed away by the third uncle.
Jiang Shuyao put down the bowl in his hand and sighed, "They just finished today's homework, so they had a rare leisure time, so they came."
No wonder Xie Guogong's mansion is very literary from old to young. It turns out that it has been so strict in reading since childhood.
Just now Xie Zhao said that, she was like an old grandma who would call her hard when she saw her little grandson studying, and immediately rushed into the kitchen to make them delicious.
Little kids, of course they want desserts.
Jiang Shuyao originally wanted to make a piece of fried milk, but because there was no toast recently, fried milk without bread crumbs has no soul, so she changed her approach.
The previous steps are still similar. Pour milk into the pot, add sugar and starch and stir slowly until the milk is hard to coagulate, scrape the thick and viscous milk slurry into a bowl and let cool.
Then fry the soybeans, add sugar and grind them into powder. Soybean flour is delicate and sweet. It is delicious when used to make brown sugar glutinous rice cakes or donkey rolls.
Jiang Shuya digs up a spoonful of glutinous custard, puts it in the soybean powder and rolls it. The thick surface of the custard is covered with beige soybean powder and you can enjoy it. It looks simple to operate, but the taste is not bad at all.
Xie Zhao watched eagerly, and quickly reached out when he saw it, Jiang Shuya handed him the spoon, and he immediately put the custard in his mouth happily.
Soybean flour is refreshing and sweet. After biting into the epidermis, the stuffing inside is soggy, sticky, waxy, and full of milky flavor.
"Yeah~" Xie Zhao nodded, "The third aunt is really amazing. Next time I will ask the chef to do this for us to eat." As he said, he stretched out the spoon and continued to dig the milk jelly.
Xie Yao watched from the side, his body was weak, his personality was extremely shy, and his quiet words were few. If Jiang Shuyao didn't take the initiative to let him eat, he would not come and ask for it.
It stands to reason that sick and weak children should be more favored, but in fact, people are more likely to pay attention to the lively and sweet Xie Zhao. Even the Xu family will give Xie Zhaoduo a share of favor while feeling sorry for Xie Yao.
Jiang Shuyao watched Xie Yao quietly staying aside, pulling him to his side and asking, "Want to eat?"
Xie Yao blinked, looked at his brother and the sweets made with milk, nodded gently.
"Then why don't you speak?"
Xie Yao's small face was thin and thin, making his pair of black grape-like clear eyes appear a bit rounder and bigger. He looked at Jiang Shuyao suspiciously, not understanding what she meant.
Jiang Shuya rubbed his head and handed him the spoon. He thanked him quietly and gently scooped up the custard.
"Learn to speak next time, you know?" she persuaded gently.
Before Xie Yao nodded, Xie Xun suddenly spoke, "A Yao is shy by nature, so you don't have to force him to be as lively and cheerful as A Zhao."
Jiang Shuyao retorted after hearing the words: "I didn't force him to be lively, I just think he is easily ignored by others."
Xie Xun frowned: "He is the son of a big house, how can anyone ignore him? You worry too much."
"I don't mean to blame anyone, I just don't think he is so good." Especially the brother is still a sweet little Sun.
Jiang Shuyao sighed silently: "Forget it, I just talk about it casually. I don't know anything about parenting. I'm just afraid that he will be ignored by others because he doesn't talk. After all, not everyone wants to be at any time. Guess what the child thinks."
Xie Xun sat down next to her and said again: "It shouldn't be." Xie Yao was the scared baby held in the palm of the hand by everyone in Xie Guogong.
Jiang Shuyao observed the two brothers. Xie Yao paid attention to their conversation while sipping desserts; Xie Zhao was so careless and didn't care what they said. He ate himself happily, buns bulging like a hamster.
The characters of the brothers went completely to two extremes.
She suddenly felt a little puzzled: "I saw that although Ayao doesn't eat much and eats slowly, he still uses food very well, and he won't be so thin."
Xie Xun was still thinking about the sentence that Jiang Shuyao mentioned casually, and replied: "He grew up in a medicine jar when he was a child. It is a three-point poison of medicine. Drinking too much hurts his stomach. He doesn't love anything. Eating and eating means to have some appetite in front of you every time."
"Huh?" Jiang Shuyao opened his eyes slightly, and took Xie Yao to her side. "Does this give the third uncle face?"
She was affirmed by her feeding madness, and she was naturally extremely happy.
Xie Yao has rarely been hugged so intimately. Xie Zhao is the only one who lifts up every time. Xie Zhao is the only one who holds the old lady in her arms and shouts for her good grandson. Even the Xu family is weak and fragile. And take good care of him, rarely hug him.
Xie Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, nodded, and whispered: "The third aunt cooks delicious food."
Jiang Shuyao's heart melted instantly and couldn't help touching his thin cheeks.
Over there, Xie Zhao scraped the bottom of the bowl clean, put the spoon down and said, "Three aunts, the more you eat, the more hungry you get."
Jiang Shuyao was amused by him and told Bai Zhi: "Go and bring the porridge cooked in the kitchen."
Bai Zhi should be, leading the maids to the kitchen to serve porridge.
Jiang Shuyao didn't want to go back to the house for dinner. In the early summer, eating in the courtyard was much more leisurely than in the house.
The maids put up rice, a pot of porridge, four bowls, and dinner is as simple as that.
As a person who feels uncomfortable if he doesn't tinker with food for a day, Jiang Shuyao has already put a series of homemade pickles and sauce jars next to the small kitchen. Naturally, he will not forget about making preserved eggs and pickled duck eggs.
Preserved eggs made by local methods are much easier to fail than common methods, and they are slightly thinner, but the advantages are simple materials and lead-free.
Today, she took out a preserved egg and knocked its skin. Seeing that the duck egg had solidified inside, she cooked this pot of preserved egg lean meat porridge on a whim.
Xie Xun had never seen someone who put the casserole directly on the table when he drank porridge. He looked at the empty bowl in his hand and the steaming casserole, a little confused for a while.
Jiang Shuya served the two small ones with porridge and another bowl for himself and then started to eat.
Xie Xun was ignored, waved his hand to signal that the maid who wanted to serve him porridge did not have to wait, and silently dragged his sleeves to serve himself a bowl.
The porridge in a casserole pot is more fragrant and soft than ordinary porridge. The rice is crystal clear and soft. The surface of the porridge is sprinkled with green onion, the lean meat is melted in the rice, and the brown-green preserved egg is particularly conspicuous.
Xie Xun saw preserved eggs for the first time and asked, "What is this?"
Jiang Shuyao explained to him how to preserve preserved eggs. Xie Xie was a little surprised after hearing this, and was very curious about the taste of preserved eggs.
I bite into a spoonful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The rice is extremely soft and waxy. It seems to be melted in a casserole. The lean meat is delicious and a bit chewy, because there is no smell of **** and green onion.
The singular mellow aroma of preserved eggs gives the porridge a light and heavy taste, and the rice also has a smooth and delicious flavor, which is a bit more mellow and long-lasting alkali flavor than ordinary meat porridge.
Not everyone can accept the taste of preserved eggs, but preserved eggs cooked in preserved egg and lean meat porridge are different. Rice porridge dilutes the irritating and astringent taste of preserved eggs, leaving only the long egg flavor of duck eggs.
The preserved egg white part is springy and fragrant, and the egg center is soft and mellow. It is very suitable with the light and sweet white rice porridge.
He praised: "This is the first time I have tasted this kind of taste. It's hard to tell the taste. The mellow egg fragrance left by this preserved egg is really aftertaste."
My uncle and nephew have similar tastes, Xie Xun likes it, and the two little guys won't hate it.
Xie Yaoan drank the porridge quietly along the side of the bowl. The porridge was cooked soft and melted. You don’t need to chew the entrance. It rots after a sip, leaving only the fragrant lean meat and the alkaline-scented preserved eggs. One bite, the mellow aroma is in your mouth. Spread away.
There was a comfortable smile on his face, and he ate slowly.
Xie Zhao was different. He didn't seem to have anything bad in his heart. He stuffed his mouth before it was cold and drank the porridge while it was hot. Even the green onions were fresh and sweet.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Shuyao quickly stopped: "Don't be too impatient, eating too hot is not good for your body."
Xie Zhao looked at Jiang Shuya grievously and slowed down obediently.
After Xie Zhao finished eating two bowls, Xie Yao would eat half a bowl.
There is a lot of cooking in the casserole, more than enough for four people, and there is a half pot after everyone eats and drinks.
The preserved egg and lean meat porridge nourishes the lungs and nourishes the stomach. Drinking a bowl of the stomach is warm and comfortable, and the whole body is comfortable. With the fresh air in the courtyard and the setting sun just sinking, it is really pleasant.
Xie Zhao stood on tiptoe and looked at the pot, acting like a baby to Jiang Shuyao: "Third aunt, can I take this half pot of porridge back?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuyao refused: "Children eat preserved eggs less."
Xie Zhao pouted.
Jiang Shuyao continued: "Next time I will make shrimp porridge or raw fish porridge for you. It is not easy to drink porridge."
Xie Xie was about to tease Xie Zhao. Yu Guang glanced at Xie Yao, remembering what Jiang Shuyao had just said, and cast his eyes on him.
Xie Yao rarely ate a whole small bowl of porridge today. You must know that he usually has to persuade him to eat just a small bowl.
Xie Xun said with concern: "Ayao is there to support?"
Xie Yao was still listening to his brother's appointment to Jiang Shuyao for the next cooking time, but he didn't expect Xie Xun to speak to him and shook his head.
I remembered that Jiang Shuyao persuaded him to speak more and said: "I don't support it, I'm full."
Xie Xun nodded and was surprised. It turned out that Ayao didn't have a very small appetite. Most of the time, he was afraid that he didn't get the right meal.
Jiang Shuyao and Xie Zhao made an appointment for the next time to cook the porridge. Hearing Xie Yao's answer, he smiled and said, "That's not bad, I actually ate a small bowl. As long as we continue to stick to this amount, we will grow meat soon. ."
Jiang Shuya wiped the corners of his mouth: "It's better for children to have a little meat."
Xie Zhao flower arrangement: "Is the third aunt complimenting me?"
Jiang Shuya laughed and poked his forehead: "Yes, yes."
Xie Yao watched this scene, unknowingly infected, smiled shyly with the corners of his mouth, his **** and white eyes sparkling.
Xie Xun shifted his gaze from Xie Yao to Jiang Shuyao's face.
Perhaps for Ayao, it's not just because the food is agreeable, but more because the cook is agreeable? ,,
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