Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

"Second sister-in-law?" Jiang Shuyao's voice sounded in Zhou's ear.

Zhou returned to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Shuyao received the letter and said solemnly, "Didn't you say you want to learn cooking yesterday? After the whole night, do you still want to learn?"

Thinking of the impulse in his heart when he accidentally saw the letter written by Lin, Zhou replied without hesitation: "Of course."

"Do you want to learn a little fur, or learn how to cook?"

Zhou replied: "I will take this seriously, whether you study martial arts or cooking, you can't just learn any skills."

Jiang Shuyao smiled: "Well, I will hand you over from the basics."

Zhou nodded excitedly, and then calmed down and said: "Apprenticeship is always necessary to come up with a thank you teacher, brothers and sisters, do you think the land lease is enough? I can't learn your craft for nothing." Jiang Shuyao's wealthy family does not lack her little silver. , Zhou's is a little nervous.

Jiang Shuyao was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and said, "How can I ask for your apprenticeship."

She held Zhou's hand and looked at the light that she had never seen before, and said softly: "Second sister, if learning cooking and cooking can make you happy, this is much more valuable than money. Just use this as a thank you gift."

Zhou looked at her without speaking.

Jiang Shuyao was a little embarrassed, thinking that he hadn't done his gentleness just now, which was a bit hypocritical.

She was about to withdraw her hand, but Zhou's grasped her, and pulled her into her arms.

Zhou held her and assured her with full anger: "Don't worry, younger brothers and sisters, I will definitely study cooking, and I will never waste your mind. If I fail to learn, Zhou Ruoying will write the name upside down!"

Jiang Shuyao was stunned by her loud voice, and patted her on the back: "That's not necessary. The main reason is to learn to be happy. If we fail to learn, we can't force it."

She tried to get up from Zhou's arms, but was pressed again by Zhou's force.

"Second sister?"

Zhou was silent for a few seconds, and then added softly: "Sister, you are so kind, thank you."

Obviously there was only a short sentence, but Jiang Shuyao felt sour when he heard it, and put his arm around her and patted her back lightly.

Zhou eased her emotions and let out her hands: "Okay, let's start learning!" She took the crutches and asked, "What should I learn first?"

"Well, let's learn knife skills first, although you are not short of chefs to start, but the process of practicing knife skills can better understand the ingredients—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou had already stood up on crutches and limped to the kitchen: "I will start practicing now!"

Jiang Shuyao hurriedly chased after him: "Slow down, don't you fall!"

One afternoon’s jokes, Zhou’s tossing all the dishes in the small kitchen, this look that can’t be stopped as soon as the motivation comes up is very similar to Mrs. Xiangyang.

At night, after Jiang Shuyao had returned to the third room, Zhou was still practicing knife skills in the small kitchen.

Xie Lang wandered outside the courtyard, but he did not step into the courtyard for a long time.

The maid passed by and saw him, and quickly saluted him respectfully.

"What happened to Madam's injury?" Xie Lang asked.

He has a handsome face, bathed in the moonlight as if he was retired

Fairy, the maid did not dare to look up: "If you return to the Lord, the wife's injury is much better. But the wife is unwilling to lie down and raise her body. She has to walk and stand up every day, so the doctor can't persuade her."

Xie Lang heard this with a gentle smile on his face, with nostalgia, and sighed: "She is such a personality."

Thinking of the estrangement between the two today, his smile froze on his face and asked, "Is she still not letting me see her?"

The maid lowered her head and replied nervously, "Yes." As the owner of the second room, Xie Lang, no one dared to stop him if he wanted to enter the yard.

Xie Lang was silent for a while, looked at the bright moon hanging high, and asked, "What is she doing now?"

He thought he would hear the same answer as in the previous few days, reading a book or sitting in front of the window to admire the moon, but the maid hesitated: "...Madam is practicing sword skills in the small kitchen."

Xie Lang was stunned, but did not react: "The kitchen?"

The maid should be.

Xie Lang thought that Jiang Shuyao often came to the second room to see Zhou in the past few days, guessing that this matter was related to her.

But he would never have thought that Zhou wanted to learn how to cook, only when she picked up the habit of practicing swords when she was not out of the cabinet.

"I'll take a look." Xie Lang struggled, still planning to quietly take a look at Zhou's.

The small kitchen was brightly lit, and before Xie Lang reached the door, he heard a sharp "kaka" chopping sound.

He walked quietly to the door and heard Zhou's broken thoughts: "The sword skill level can't trouble me, hahaha."

He hadn't heard her in such a bright and hearty tone for many years, and he was momentarily in a trance.

Zhou happily cut the vegetables, glanced at the corner of his eyes and cast a black shadow on the door frame, subconsciously vigilant: "Who!"

Xie Lang returned to his senses, took a step forward, and said, "It's me."

Seeing his figure appear at the door, Zhou was stunned.

Xie Lang saw the crutches she was supporting at first sight, and couldn't help but persuade: "You are still injured, so you shouldn't stand for long."

His gentleness never cheated, Zhou's heart trembled. It's like this again, it's always like this.

This moment seems to be back to the time when she had been sad and angry countless times. Before she complained to Xie Lang, she was caught off guard by him gently. No matter how many stings, she gathered in an instant, for fear of scaring him and being rejected by him. keep away.

Xie Lang saw her staring straight at herself, and tentatively took a half step forward: "Ruoying--"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou suddenly moved.

A sharp knife light glided across the arc in the air, and "boomed" into the pumpkin in the basket on the table not far away.

"Don't call me that." She said coldly.

Xie Lang was dumbfounded, stopped, looked at the kitchen knife that was thrown on the pumpkin, and looked at Zhou's expression.

They had been married for many years, and this was the first time he saw Zhou's cold face.

He didn't know how to react for a while: "I..."

Zhou did not look at him anymore, walked over to pull the kitchen knife from the pumpkin, and said in an extremely plain tone: "The yard is so big, why bother to come to me? I just nest in the small kitchen and the east wing, staying Wouldn't it be nice to order Qingjing?"

Xie Lang twitched in his heart, looking at her strange expression, listening to her cold tone, a sense of panic suddenly rose in his heart.

"Sorry, I am not—" He wanted to explain, to reconcile, and to make concessions, but Zhou didn't want to listen.

She squeezed the handle of the knife impatiently, and glanced at him: "You can go." As if he said one more thing, the kitchen knife in her hand was not thrown on the pumpkin this time.

Xie Lang's jade-like mask was shattered, frowning, and anxious, but Zhou's attitude was obvious. If he spoke again, it would only annoy her.

Zhou walked back to the kitchen counter without stopping after speaking, unwilling to give him extra eyes.

Facing the Zhou family, Xie Lang was so embarrassed for the first time, he stopped talking, and walked away with interest.

Before long, there was a sharp chopping sound in the kitchen again.

In the crisp sound, Zhou whispered and complained: "It's really delaying my time. I will be disappointed tomorrow if I don't improve myself after a day of practice. Hey, I'm so bored, I'm not going to cut vegetables anymore. I guess Can't be praised."

Xie Lang stood at the door of the kitchen and looked down slightly, listening to her words, he suddenly smiled.

She laughed because of her sharpness and cuteness, and also because of her own ridiculousness.

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"Did you bring something?" someone asked in the dark.

"Bring it." The other person replied.

"Take it out and let me inspect the goods."

"Can you believe me? It's definitely a good one."

"Okay," the female said, "go in and talk."

"...Will we be too sneaky like this?" Xie Xie asked in a low voice.

Jiang Shuya watched the surroundings vigilantly, turned over the window sill and replied, "How can you be sneaky when you eat?"

Xie Xun followed her into the large kitchen and closed the window: "I always feel that this is not the right thing to do. How can I feel a guilty conscience when I eat and drink at home."

Jiang Shuyao said: "Your mother is holding Li'er. She stared at me, and I pleaded guilty, but in the end I was still tossing and eating, isn't it just a guilty conscience."

She patted Xie Xun: "Hurry up and take out the wine for me to test."

Xie Xun reluctantly took out the wine pouch and handed it to her: "This is the best wine shop in Beijing."

The grandmother sent by the old lady was strict, not only sealed the large kitchen, but also locked her wine.

She pulled out the plug and sniffed: "Well, it's really good."

"Why do you love wine so much?" Xie Xun complained.

"I don't like to drink, but tonight's supper must be paired with wine."

"What do you have for supper?" Xie Xun was led off the topic.

Jiang Shuyao took the ingredients and seasonings he brought out of the food box: "Fried chicken."

Xie Xun was familiar with placing candles and burning firewood. Jiang Shuyao was not idle. He set the pot and poured oil. After the oil was hot, pour the marinated chicken wings and drumsticks into the pot.

With a "swipe and pull", the oily smell came out after the chicken wings and drumsticks were in the pot for a while.

The aroma of the fried food is very heavy, and it is obviously oily that should make people greasy, but it makes people swallow.

After frying the chicken legs and wings, remove them and place them aside to drain oil. Pour out the excess oil and add the seasoning to boil the sauce.

After the sweet chili sauce is boiled out and the aroma starts to bubble, throw half of the chicken legs and chicken wings into the pot, let the sauce fully coat the chicken wings, and finally sprinkle with sesame seeds when it comes out of the pot.

After cooking the fried chicken, Jiang Shuyao looked at the iron pan and said, "What about this pan?"

Xie Xun thought about it: "

It doesn't matter, I'll let Zhiyan come to deal with it later. "

So the two of them dig out the large kitchen with their fried chicken and food container.

To avoid people's eyes and ears, the two ran to a small garden not far from the big kitchen and found a piece of land behind the rockery to sit down. There is a small pond in front of you, with a wide view, with the reflection of the bright moon on the surface of the pond, and the breeze is coming, giving you a sense of comfort.

Jiang Shuya took out the food box and directly picked up the chicken wings.

The surface of the chicken wings is crispy, and it makes a sound when you bite it down. After the outer skin is broken, a rush of heat emerges from the inside, and the delicious chicken juice flows to the tip of the tongue, instantly awakening the taste buds.

The chicken inside the fried chicken is extremely tender and juicy, and the steam and heat are all firmly locked by the crispy outer skin. The gravy is filled with one bite, which completely neutralizes the oily taste of the outer skin, and the more you chew together, the more fragrant you chew.

Chew off the spicy skin and eat the tender chicken. Don’t forget the sticky meat on the bones. You must take one end of the chicken bone and gnaw it carefully, and finally gnaw both ends. Even the crispy bones are delicious. Full.

The fried chicken has two flavors, one is spiced with chili noodles and salt and pepper, and the other is sweet and spicy with sauce.

Xie Xun didn't want to use his hands at first, but it was really troublesome to eat with chopsticks, and then he gave up.

Picking up a piece of chicken wings covered with sweet and spicy sauce, the brown-red sauce glowed under the moonlight, the white sesame seeds were particularly conspicuous, the heat had not yet dissipated, and it smelled spicy and sweet, and the taste was very novel.

The sauce is boiled very thick, not too watery or wet at all, it is tightly wrapped in the fried chicken, and the mouth is full of sweet and spicy flavor, sweet but not greasy, spicy but not choking.

Even if it is coated with sauce, the skin of the fried chicken is still crispy, and it still clicks when chewed, and the skin is delicious enough to eat.

Because of the strong taste of the outer skin, the freshness of the chicken inside is more prominent. With a bite of the gravy, the tender chicken slips off the bones with a light touch. Together with the sweet and spicy skin, the pure freshness and the rich layers of sweetness and spicy are combined, which makes people want to stop.

Swallow the fried chicken and pour the head up with a sip of wine. The slightly spicy flavor dilutes the complex taste in the mouth. The light fruity flavor is very greasy, the sweetness is refreshing, and the flavor is fresh and long.

A few bites of fried chicken and a sip of wine are very enjoyable.

The two ate quietly, and soon the fried chicken was cleaned up, and there was no wine left.

Jiang Shuya wiped his fingers, looked at the chicken bones and the empty wine bag, and sighed, "Sin."

Xie Xun drank some wine, relaxed a lot, and said with emotion: "This is great."

Jiang Shuyao also sighed with emotion: "Yes, we are quite compatible in eating." Not only the tastes are the same, but they can also be silly for the supper together.

Xie Xun nodded and looked at Mingyue and said, "It would be nice to be able to keep doing this in the future."

The moon is gentle and the wind is very light. When it comes to the words "later" and "always", it is inevitable that there is a vague and romantic ambiguity.

Jiang Shuyao turned his head and said with a smile: "This is no good, you will get fat if you keep eating."

Xie Xun also turned his head and stared at her. The facial features were a little soft under the moonlight, and even the eyes were tender with wine.

Jiang Shuyao's ears suddenly became hot, his heartbeat quickened, and he quickly avoided his sight.

Then I heard Xie Xun’s Qingyue voice in my ears

Qi: "I basically practice martial arts and swords every day. It's hard to get fat, but you, all day—"

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All the embarrassment and heartbeat disappeared in an instant, Jiang Shuyao turned his head back and stared at Xie Xun viciously.

Xie Xun hurriedly shut up and almost choked.

Jiang Shu glared: "What am I?"

Xie Xun realized that he had made a mistake, he was drunk, a little slow, and he hesitated: "You..."

Jiang Shu grinds his teeth: "Do you want to say I will be fat?"

Xie Xun: "I...I don't have one."

Jiang Shuya "humph", stood up, and said viciously: "Sleep tonight!" He left in a huff.

Xie Xun quickly caught up with the food box.

"It's me who made a mistake."

"Go away!"

"...You, you won't be fat."

"Yo, can a gentleman lie?"

"……I'm wrong."

"Humph!"

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One by one, the voice gradually melted into the breeze of summer night. ,,