Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 227 Scallion pancake, soybean milk and yam porridge (2)

  The green onions used for decoration on weekdays have become the protagonist of today, and the special fragrance of scallion oil is simply irresistible.

  Xun Zhou rubbed his nose, feeling the scent of scallion oil rushing into his nose, couldn't help but took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "I can plant some scallions in the flower beds in the yard later!"

  Scallion is a simple species and grows fast. It is not difficult for people who don't know how to grow flowers to support it.

  If you have scallions, you can pick sister Xun Mingtang and ask her to make scallion oil.

   Skillfully put the rounded noodle cakes into the oil pan and fry them. When both sides are fried until they are browned, they are picked up and placed on the oil draining rack beside the oil pan.

  They came early, and at this time, the first pot of scallion pancakes was on the drain rack.

  At first, I thought they put them on the rack just to drain the oil, but unexpectedly, after all the scallion pancakes were taken out, Ah Bing actually poured eggs into the oil pan one by one.

  As soon as the eggs are put into the oil pan, the transparent whites immediately swell up like clouds, and the white clouds set off the egg yolk inside, making it more tender and lovely.

  Xun Zhou didn't even blink his eyes. Although he is not from a powerful family, he is also from a scholarly family, and he has no worries about food and clothing. After worshiping Wen Xuance and Wang He as his teachers, all the food he eats is served directly on the table after being made. Xunzhou seldom saw the food being put into the pan while watching the oil pan.

With the "crackling" sound of the egg meeting the oil, the fried egg was formed at the beginning, and the rich aroma of the fried egg also spread. A Bing quickly picked up the scallion pancake from the drain rack and poured it into the fried egg at the beginning. The egg is covered.

   It was picked up and put back on the countertop after the fried egg was completely attached to the scallion pancake.

The air was filled with the smell of fried eggs and scallion oil, and the body fluid in the mouth and tongue overflowed uncontrollably. Baba stared at the scallion omelette for a while, until he saw Abeliso picked up the oil paper bag and quickly It was only when he wrapped a scallion omelet and handed it to a servant in front of the counter that Xun Zhou realized that he needed to queue up for food.

   But it was just a matter of being in a daze, and there was a long queue of public chefs who were only a few people just now.

   In the matter of receiving the court food, no matter the servants or officials of Dali Temple, they will not be polite to him.

   The "micro-service" guards at the front shook their heads at him, spread their hands and said, "Mr. Xun, I've been calling you just now, why didn't you respond at all?"

reaction? Just now I just stared at the scallion pancake, I forgot about other things!

  Although he didn’t speak out what was in his heart, a few “weifu” guards seemed like roundworms crawling out of his stomach, and said with a smile: “If you want to see the cake, remember to get it first and then take a look at it slowly!”

While talking, it was the turn of the "micro-service" servants, who took the scallion omelette wrapped in oil paper from A Bing and put it on the plate, and handed over a bowl of glutinous rice **** cooked in front of the deep-mouthed pot The porridge scooped out of the pot came.

   Not only the scallion pancake is the first time I have seen it, but so is the porridge.

The porridge in the Jingbai porcelain bowl has been boiled to a milky white color like milk, but it is much thicker than ordinary milk. There are two dark red goji berries dotted in the middle, which is beautiful and clear with an inexplicable "" The sense of health”.

  Thinking of the name of the porridge that A Bing said earlier—soy milk and yam porridge, well, it is indeed quite healthy.

  A scallion omelette and a bowl of soy milk and yam porridge on the meal plate were picked up together and left the table.

  Uh, of course this meal is not his, but those of the "micro-service" servants, and there are still seven or eight people left before his turn... Xun Zhou counted.

   But fortunately, both A Bing and Tangyuan were very agile. In the blink of an eye, the second pot of scallion pancakes had been scooped up, and the team lost eight people.

  When it was Xunzhou's turn, it happened to be finished and he could only wait for the next pot. A Bing put down the iron clip in his hand, and put the scallion pancakes made by Wen Mingtang on the countertop behind into the oil pot.

In this way, Xun Zhou, who could only wait for the time being, turned his gaze to the countertop behind A Bingtong Tangyuan, only to see Wen Mingtang was holding a spoon, scooping out a spoonful of white porridge oil from the earthen jar at hand. The object is placed on the dough rolled into a long tongue.

   How could Xun Zhou, who "rarely understands fireworks in the world", have seen such things? Dang even was dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking Wen Mingtang: "Sister Mingtang, what is that?"

  Wen Mingtang didn't raise his head, and said, "You Cake."

   Pastry? Xun Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and Wen Mingtang, who was in his hand, finished placing the pastry, pressed it evenly on the long-tongued dough, and then sprinkled the shallots from the copper basin on the side on the dough.

  Seeing the green onions being "heroically" sprinkled all over the dough, Xun Zhou couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "So many green onions?"

   "Scallion pancakes naturally have more onions!" A Bing glanced at Xunzhou, grabbed the scallion pancakes that Wen Mingtang had rolled out, and stuck them into the oil pan.

  When the oil meets flour and scallion oil, a new round of scallion oil aroma is added to the scent that has not dissipated.

Wen Mingtang in that room sprinkled the green onions, wrapped the dough with the green onions and pastry like a quilt, then flattened it, and rolled it out a little. When the green onions inside were faintly exposed on the surface of the dough, he stopped his hands and turned his head to continue rolling down. There is only one.

He watched Wen Mingtang's kung fu making scallion pancakes in this room, and A Bingxin's scallion pancakes in the other room were also out of the pan. He quickly grabbed a scallion pancake and sent it to Xunzhou's meal plate. So he urged Xunzhou to leave quickly.

   Dali Temple eats the morning food, oh no, there are already many people who eat the three meals. This Mr. Xun is too slow, so he wants to make a noise to drive people away.

   After repeated urging by A Bing and glutinous rice balls, Xun Zhou took the food tray and sat down in front of the food table, and began to eat morning food.

  The combination of porridge and cake is quite common, and Xun Zhou often eats it like this, so that he has developed a habit of eating this kind of combination.

  Eating this kind of morning food, the first bite is naturally to drink porridge to moisten the mouth.

  Xunzhou picked up the spoon and scooped it into the milk-like white soy milk and yam porridge.

  Although it is not as overbearing as a scallion oil fragrance, as if a storm hits in an instant, the rich aroma of this soy milk is mixed in it, but the warmth cannot be ignored.

Although soy milk is used as the base, it is not only soy milk. The same milky white yam is also ground and mixed into the soy milk. A hint of sweetness flows into the mouth.

  Looking at the milky white that has been completely integrated, one knows that the cooking time of this pot of porridge will not be short, and it is indeed the case. Although it is also the same kind of rice that can be easily broken, there are more than one kind of rice taste, glutinous rice and japonica rice seem to have both.

It seems to be integrated, but the slightly different taste can be tasted carefully, so that Xun Zhou completely forgot the original intention of taking a sip, one spoon after another, until nearly half of the bowl was eaten, and then embellished it. Goji berries were put into the mouth together, and then the spoon was put down for the time being, and the scallion pancakes that I wanted to eat as soon as I entered the door were lifted.

  (end of this chapter)