Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Xie Xun had never smelled such pungent "food", and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this for food?"

"Right." Jiang Shuyao nodded triumphantly.

Xie Xun frowned and resisted, Jiang Shuyao curled his lips and closed the lid with a "patter".

There was no word in the car.

Jiang Shuyao's mother was not considered a noble background, but his ancestors were catching up with the founding emperor to reform the business system, and became a well-known wealthy businessman with the royal family as his backer, making generations wealthier.

According to the maid Bai Zhi, Mrs. Jiang's appetite has not been very good and her body is getting weaker. To have a good life in the second half of the life, her family's support is essential. Jiang Shuyao wanted to hug Mrs. Xiangyang's thighs, so he started to eat from the diet, and hurriedly boiled this pot of cornel oil.

It's not that Mrs. Jiang has a health problem. It's just that she suffered a loss in diet when she was fighting with Yingyingyan in the backyard of Xiangyang. After several years of diet, her appetite has not been good.

As a well-known food blogger, Jiang Shuyao has published several issues of ancient food topics, including a special introduction to cornel oil. Before the introduction of hot pepper to China, cornel was one of the main sources of spicy spices in Sichuan cuisine.

"Compendium of Materia Medica" records that eating cornel "tastes pungent and bitter. The natives pick it in August, pound and strain the juice, add lime and stir it into it. The name is moxa oil and spicy rice oil."

Speaking of appetizers, Sichuan cuisine definitely ranks first. With cornel oil, **** and pepper, you can make the spicy flavor of Sichuan cuisine.

The carriage swayed to the Xiangyang Bofu, Xie Xun got off the carriage first.

Uncle Xiangyang and his wife were waiting at the door early. When they saw Xie Xun, they were bright, and they thought that this was their son-in-law. The two of them had a sense of pride and guilt that had ruined him.

Xie Xun felt that the eyes of the two were a little strange, but before thinking about it, he saw him first, and then helped Jiang Shuyao to get out of the car sideways.

As soon as he turned around, he was stunned.

I saw Jiang Shuya trembling and getting out of the car, with the appearance of a weak Liu Fufeng, lightly "floating" on the footstool.

The eyebrows are flattened, the water is floating in the eyes, and the voice is like a mosquito and said: "Father, mother."

Xie Xun's unwavering face rarely shows a look of error. This is two people with Jiang Shuyao, who is talking full of breath in the car, holding the tank and not letting go.

Mrs. Xiangyang nodded in satisfaction when she saw this, and stepped forward to hold her hand: "Yuyao..."

Uncle Xiangyang saw that she was behaving well, and she should have not embarrassed the uncle Xiangyang, so he smiled at Xie Xun and said: "The little girl is spoiled, look forward to Boyuan." Bo Yuan is Xie Xun's character.

Xie Xun coughed lightly, and returned to the appearance of Young Master Qianqian. He quickly agreed, and half stepped into the mansion behind Uncle Xiangyang, and had a good chat with Uncle Xiangyang after a few rounds.

Jiang Shuyao also spent some time with Mrs. Xiangyang before getting married. At a glance, she could tell that she was not looking good at the moment, and said with concern: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Xiangyang shook her hand and increased her strength a bit. After all, she couldn’t hold it back, and complained: “You know, the few in the backyard just wanted to come to the front to meet you. We have been making trouble in the house for so many years. Just forget it, they still want to get in front of you when you go back today. They really forgot their surname and their first name. The old foolish thing actually agreed. If I hadn’t argued with him carefully, I’m afraid today As they wished."

She lowered her voice, but her anger rose, her voice still not low enough. Uncle Xiangyang couldn't hear it, but Xie Xie, who had extraordinary ear power, could hear him clearly.

Jiang Shuyao persuaded: "Mother, don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry."

"Don't worry, I just got angry, but they didn't ask for anything good."

When Xie Xun heard these inevitably embarrassment, he quickened his pace. The back house of the Xiangyang Bofu is indeed as ridiculous as the rumors, and Mrs. Xiangyang also sounds very different from the average mistress.

"Well, of course, mother, you are the best." Jiang Shuyao knows that Mrs. Xiangyang has taken the fight with several concubines in the back house as a daily routine. As long as the house is not dead, Mrs. Xiangyang will Always keep a sigh of relief to deal with them, maybe it's been fun for so many years.

The people of Xiangyang Bofu were thin, only Uncle Xiangyang was in the front yard to entertain his son-in-law, Jiang Shuyao and Mrs. Xiangyang went to the backyard hand in hand.

Mrs. Xiangyang's face was radiant as soon as she stepped into the backyard. At this moment, Jiang Shuyao, who was married to Xie Xun, was her trophy, and the fairies who always jumped out to provoke her were all nestled in the yard today.

She sighed with emotion: "You are pretty, my mother's wickedness for so many years has finally gone out. No matter how much they slam the camp, they will never be able to turn over and step on your head."

Entering the main courtyard and crossing the threshold, her figure suddenly swayed, almost unable to stand firm.

Jiang Shuyao quickly helped her sit on a chair: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Xiangyang slowed down the moment, waved her hand and said, "Maybe something."

The mother next to me stepped forward and explained: "Madame has a lack of appetite these few days. Since the young lady got married, she has only eaten two or three bowls of porridge."

Jiang Shuya knew that her appetite was not very good, and he didn't expect it to be so serious.

She looked at Mrs. Xiangyang with concern, the look made Mrs. Xiangyang's heart warm, and she gently touched her head: "Yi, my mother has not suffered much in her life, her family is rich, the wealth accumulated by her ancestors for generations. No matter how much I spend my life, I will never end it. I often can’t sleep and I wonder if there will be a day in which my huge family business will fail. Of course, this will never happen. I have some talent in business and accumulate money. More and more..."

Jiang Shuyao:...

"Hey, I only have to be a dear girl. Money, you don't have to worry about money; power, your aunt and cousin support it, okay, your dad and that **** can barely count, I worry about your marriage most. . Now that you are married well, I am relieved." Mrs. Xiangyang's tone became more gentle, "Mother's body bones are getting worse..."

Jiang Shuyao's heart picked up again.

At this time, a maid hurried over, walked around to the mother and said something, the mother stepped forward and interrupted Mrs. Xiangyang's words, and said something in the ear.

"The bones are getting worse and worse", Mrs. Xiangyang's uncle Xiangyang shook off the sickly appearance just now, slapped her palm fiercely, and the tea tray, fruit tray and pastry trays on the table soared and fell down again.

"Okay, this group of skinless and faceless things dare to provoke me and see if I don't tear off their skin!" She stood up abruptly, yelling with breath, ignoring Jiang Shuyao who was squatting in front of her. , Led a bunch of maids and women rushed out.

When Jiang Shuyao reacted, they were long gone in the yard.

"Miss?" Bai Zhi called out softly when he saw Jiang Shuyao frozen in place for a long time.

Jiang Shuyi returned to his senses, unable to laugh or cry, and shook his head helplessly: "Let's go, go to the kitchen."

Bai Zhi blinked: "Huh?"

"Mother's appetite has been lost recently. All I can do is make some appetizers for her, and the rest..." Thinking of Mrs. Xiangyang's aggressive appearance just now, she really couldn't get it in.

Bai Zhi nodded, and followed her to the big kitchen. The maid had already carried the cornel oil.

Jiang Shuyao quickly swept the ingredients in the kitchen, ordered two Sichuan dishes, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking.

Everyone around her was frightened and at a loss.

"What are you doing in a daze? Work." Jiang Shuyao said.

The usual excitement in the kitchen resumed, but countless eyes swept towards Jiang Shuyao from time to time, for fear that she would tear down the kitchen accidentally.

The founding emperor of the dynasty was extremely capable, built water conservancy, reformed commerce, opened shipping, and promoted imperial examinations... However, this tycoon was not a savvy person. The cooking method before the founding of the country was still boiled. Guy just invented the wok cooking. He himself has a light diet, which leads to the light and fragrant dishes.

Jiang Shuyao is not as good as the chef's craftsmanship, but he is well-informed. Even if he changes his style every day, he does not need to repeat the same three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

Everyone looked at her neat and swift, and they were all shocked and confused. When the aniseed ingredients were stir-fried and the kitchen was filled with rich layers of spiciness, everyone was ignorant of the rules, and they whispered to each other.

Although there were only four guests and hosts this time, the dishes were still rich and exquisite. After Mrs. Xiangyang had cleaned up the messy people in the backyard, she ran into Jiang Shuyao, who was following the serving maids to the hall.

"What's the smell on you?" As soon as she approached, she smelled the faint spicy smell on Jiang Shuyao and couldn't help frowning.

Seeing that she wanted to preach again, Jiang Shuya quickly hugged her arm: "Mother, didn't you say that you have a bad appetite recently, so your daughter went to the kitchen to cook two dishes for you."

"You have a heart." Mrs. Xiangyang's tone became a lot softer in an instant, "With your mind, everything you eat today is delicious."

My daughter knew that even though Mrs. Xiangyang was moved, the first thing she did when she arrived in the house was to order the serving maid: "Put the dishes made by the lady in front of the master."

Uncle Xiangyang was talking to Xie Xun about the appearance of the Northland. Hearing this sentence, his brows twitched and turned to look at Mrs. Xiangyang.

Mrs. Xiangyang could not save Jiang Shuyao's face in front of Xie Xun: "Youya knows that I have a poor appetite today, so I cook two dishes specially, filial piety is commendable."

Xiangyang Bogan laughed twice, then turned to Xie Xun and said, "Haha, I am always virtuous and filial."

Xie Xun's expression remained unchanged and nodded in agreement.

Uncle Xiangyang's words have been spoken, even if Jiang Shuyao made poison, he had to pick up two chopsticks and attach compliments.

The maids filed in, uncovering the lids, and moving smoothly.

The dish plate placed in front of Uncle Xiangyang was uncovered, and an unfamiliar strong spicy and fresh scent spread instantly, and the overbearing spicy taste made people swallow saliva subconsciously.

Jiang Shuyao introduced: "This dish is Mapo tofu, and this dish is boiled fish fillet."

The eight characters of Mapo tofu, spicy, crispy, fragrant, hot and tender. The tofu cubes of uniform size are piled together, the sauce is red and bright, and the green onions are dotted in the middle. The center circle is covered with minced pepper, minced garlic, and chopped green onions. After serving, it is poured with hot oil, and the spicy garlic is full. Motivated.

The boiled fish fillets are filled with deep-mouth disks, with a bright red oil floating on the surface, the color is clear, the bottom is filled with tender white fish, and the top is dotted with green onions. The strong color contrast is called People have a great appetite.

"Father, can you taste it?" Jiang Shuyao looked at Uncle Xiangyang expectantly.

In any case, the first two of the three colors and flavors can be considered top grade. Uncle Xiang Yang picked a piece of fish with chopsticks. The tender fish fillet was wrapped in broth and fell into a white porcelain bowl. It was slightly swayed, full of flexibility. .

As soon as I entered the mouth, the fresh hemp and slightly spicy taste swept over, there was no fishy smell at all, but the unique umami taste doubled. The hot fish fillet intensified the numbness, and there was a ray of warmth from the tip of the tongue to the throat. .

I saw Uncle Xiangyang without saying anything, and picked several pieces in a row and put them in his mouth. After he had been addicted, he uttered a word in pain: "Very good."