After the salted fish is married

47. Stir-fried pork with chili and crispy rice

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Ji Song noticed the bamboo baskets and clay pots on the ground. Clean and round sea duck eggs lay quietly in the bamboo baskets, and some of them floated on the water in the pots.

Ji Song raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out that Yan Xining was not lying when he said he was salting duck eggs.

Yan Xining quickly put the remaining sea duck eggs into the earthenware pot carefully: "Wait a minute, I'll cook the salted duck eggs after I've processed them."

Yan Ke looked at the clay pot and reminded: "Princess, these duck eggs are broken. Look, they are all floating on the water."

Yan Xining smiled and said, "This is concentrated salt water, which has a high density, and fresh duck eggs will float on it."

Yan Ke was stunned for a moment: "Secret what?"

Yan Xining quickly cleared her throat: "I mean, these duck eggs are not bad guys, it's because I added salt to the water that they float on the water."

Yan Ke nodded half-understanding: "Oh~"

After putting the duck eggs into the clay pot, Yan Xining put the pot on the corner of the wall. Looking carefully, there was a row of pots and jars beside the corner, and she didn't know what was inside.

Yan Xining clapped her hands: "Start cooking!"

Only now did Ji Song see the emerald green peppers on the chopping board. These peppers had been cut into nice diamond-shaped pieces, and there was a vaguely spicy smell floating in the air.Ji Song recognized the pepper at a glance: "Is this the pepper you grow?"

During this period of time, he often observed Yan Xining's vegetable field. When the small peppers on the pepper seedlings were only the size of a thumb, he found them.Unexpectedly, the dish that Yan Xining mentioned had never been eaten turned out to be chili peppers, which was indeed quite novel.

Yan Xining ignited the fire: "Yes, I'll let you try it later."

It is always a pleasure to watch Yan Xining cook. I saw him add a small amount of soybean oil to the pot, and with the smoke rising, he pushed the thinly sliced ​​meat on the chopping board into the pot.The fat part of cooked meat slices is whitish in color, and quickly becomes transparent when it encounters hot oil, and clear fat is precipitated.

After stir-frying three or two times, the edges of the slightly curly sliced ​​meat became golden, the fat at the bottom of the pot creaked, and the sliced ​​meat made a slight popping sound.Sprinkle some shredded ginger and a spoonful of soy sauce into the pot at this time, the aroma of the meat is mixed with the mellow soy sauce, and the aroma becomes more layered.

Yan Xining greeted Yan Ke while adding cooking wine to the pot: "Guard Yan, dinner is ready."

There are two pots on the stove in Yan Xining's house. Rice is stuffed in the big pot, and vegetables are fried in the small pot. The two pots do not delay each other.Yan Ke lifted the lid of the pot, and white mist rose up. Under the dim candlelight, he could clearly see the two dishes steaming in the pot: "Wow~"

There are two large bowls on the steaming rack, a flat meatloaf is steaming in one bowl, and golden custard is in the other bowl.Smelling the scent, Yan Ke felt hungry, he rubbed his hands: "It looks so delicious."

At this time, the sliced ​​meat in the pot had been fried, and Yan Xining pushed the chili cubes on the chopping board into the pot neatly.As soon as the green pepper is wrapped in oil, the aroma that belongs to the pepper comes out.

Watching Yan Xining skillfully cook soy sauce and sugar into the pot, the aroma of the fried meat became more and more intense.Yan Ke's stomach growled, "It looks so delicious. Princess, what is this dish?"

Yan Xining smiled: "Chili fried pork."

When Yan Ke put the two dishes in the pot on the table, the chili fried pork was also out of the pot.Yan Xining held the big plate and dragged out the voice: "Chili fried pork is here~"

As the big plate fell on the table, a large plate of oily and fragrant chili stir-fried pork appeared in front of Ji Song.Yan Xining passed the chopsticks in time: "Quickly try to see if it suits your taste."

After all, the number of peppers is less. At first glance, there is more meat and less peppers on the plate.But precisely because of this, the ordinary green peppers became the protagonist instead.Ji Song picked up the green pepper with his first chopsticks. The green pepper was not as spicy as expected, but after chewing it, it turned out to be a bit crisp.

The peppers grown by Yan Xining have thinner skins and look wrinkled on the surface. This kind of green peppers is not spicy but tastes good.After swallowing the chili, a lingering hotness came from his mouth.

At this time, pick up a pair of chopsticks and pile the meat slices on the rice. The thick gravy slowly seeps into the rice, and even the meat and rice are thrown into the mouth.

The right amount of spiciness whets the appetite. For a while, Yan Ke and Ji Song forgot to talk. They ate their food with big mouthfuls. The only sounds in the kitchen were the clashing and chewing of bowls and chopsticks.

If the fried pork with chili gave them great satisfaction, then the steamed meat pie and steamed egg custard were unexpected surprises.The chefs of the Wangfu often make steamed meat patties, and they will feel fat when they eat them often.However, some crunchy things were added to the meatloaf made by Yan Xining, which tasted unexpectedly refreshing.

Ji Song picked up a piece of meat pie and took a closer look, only to see some milky white particles in the meat pie: "What is this?"

Yan Xining said: "Water chestnuts, also called horseshoes, were brought by Lao Zhang. They can be eaten as fruit or cooked."

As he spoke, he took out a few water chestnuts from the bucket on the side and put them in his hands for Ji Song and Yan Ke to see: "This thing is an aquatic plant, and it can be stored for a long time if it is kept in water."

Chu Liao's water chestnuts are much smaller than modern ones, and there is very little flesh after peeling.But this doesn't prevent Yan Xining from using them to cook, he said, "How is it? Does it feel okay?"

Yan Ke was full of praise: "It's delicious! Everything the princess cooks is delicious."

Even the stewed eggs are better than the chefs in the Wangfu. Look at the custard, smooth and delicate, shaking tremblingly when scooped on the spoon.Throw it into your mouth, suck it and slide it into the stomach.However, the eggs stewed by the chefs of the Wangfu are so hard that sometimes they can't be poked with chopsticks.

Stir the egg custard into the rice, the rice becomes fresh and tender, and it is a comfort to eat.The two had a big appetite, and they ate bowl after bowl. Seeing that the three dishes on the table were quickly drained, Yan Ke also wanted to add a bowl of rice to eat with soup.

But when he lifted the lid of the pot, he was dumbfounded: "Huh? It's gone?"

He and his master ate so much rice?Thinking of this, Yan Ke subconsciously turned his head to look at Ji Song, who was putting down the bowl and chopsticks leisurely.Seeing Yan Ke looking at him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Ke asked casually: "Master, how many bowls of rice have you eaten?"

Ji Song calmly said: "It doesn't count." But he was full, it felt like when he was fighting for food with his subordinates in Chiling Army.

Yan Ke was very touched: "It's a blessing to be able to eat!" He would rather his master be an idiot than see him sick and only able to eat a few mouthfuls of food.

Yan Ke couldn't stop saying, "It's so delicious, I want to eat some more."

Yan Xining asked in surprise, "Aren't you full yet?" The rice cooked tonight is enough for him and Bai Tao to eat for two days, but Yan Ke and Ji Song finished it in two meals, and they are still not full?

He poked his head in disbelief, and saw that the three dishes on the table had bottomed out, and there was only a layer of crispy rice left in the pot.

Yan Ke took the spatula and wanted to shovel some rice crusts down to eat, but after covering the pot for so long, the rice crusts and the iron pan were tightly attached together.He could only put down the spatula with regret: "Forget it."

Yan Xining smiled and said, "It happens that I want to eat some crispy rice too, so leave it alone and let me do it."

Yan Xining likes to eat crispy rice. After cooking on a wood-fired stove, the crispy rice in the pot is always extra thick.At this time, as long as you put a firewood into the stove and reheat it, you can eat delicious and crispy rice.

However, this kind of crispy rice is very tedious, and sometimes he prefers to make another kind of crispy rice that is not too wasteful and tastes better.

After throwing a handful of twigs in the stove, Yan Xining lifted the lid of the pot.He took the oil pot and poured a circle of oil on the top of the rice cooker: "Don't worry, it will be ready soon."

The fried rice crust is more crispy, but the heat is high, Yan Xining eats very little after work.

As the iron pan heated up, the oiled pan expanded slightly, making a "cracking" sound, and it was turning white and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.When the sound in the pot gradually becomes smaller, just push it lightly with the spatula, and the whole rice pot will easily rotate in the pot.

Yan Xining pressed the spatula against the crispy rice, and dipped the unfried crispy rice into the oil.Yan Ke was dumbfounded: "Can it still be like this?"

Yan Xining smiled and said nothing. When he was a child, he looked forward to his father making deep-fried crispy rice. The crispy crispy crispy rice is like gold in his hand, and it is full of fragrance when he bites it.But at that time, my mother was always reluctant to add oil. Whenever my father made deep-fried rice crust, my mother would say a few words.

Yan Xining looked nostalgicly at the rice crust turning yellow and crispy. In the aroma of the rice crust, he seemed to see the image of his young self huddling around the stove and waiting for the rice crust to come out of the pan.

Now Yan Ke is the one who is waiting eagerly for the rice to come out. Yan Ke's eyes are straightened: "My mother, you are too good at it, princess."

The rice cooker was too big, Yan Xining couldn't bear to smash it in the cooker, so he found a clean big shaukei as a container.He inserted the shovel into the bottom of the pot with one hand, and carefully supported the pot with the other hand.

In Yan Ke's expectant eyes, a complete set of huge fried rice crust appeared in Shau Kei.The golden rice crust was still squeaking, and the fragrant smell permeated the whole kitchen.

Ji Song was obviously stunned when he saw the crispy rice: "It's so spectacular."

Yan Ke has already carefully moved the Shau Kei to the side of the table: "Master, the crispy rice is here."

On a spring night, the wind blows on my body with a slight coolness.However, when the coolness blows through the kitchen, it becomes just the right comfort.The three of them gathered around the small table and chatted while breaking the rice crust.

Breaking rice crusts depends on luck. Sometimes I feel that I can break off a large piece, but after the rice crust shatters, I only have a few grains of rice in my hand;

Even if the crispy crispy rice is not dipped in any seasoning, it is full of fragrance in the mouth.Between the collision of teeth and crispy rice, eating becomes irrelevant, what is important is that this kind of fun is unparalleled.

After Yan Xining ate a few slices of rice crust, his cheeks felt sore, he looked at the remaining half of the rice crust and swore: "I won't eat another slice."

Just as he was thinking about which angle to break off the last piece of rice crust tonight, a piece of rice crust the size of a palm suddenly appeared in front of him.The crispy rice here is close to the bottom, and the inside and outside have been fried until crispy. It looks like an excellent crispy rice.

Ji Song said softly, "This one is not bad."

Yan Xining thanked him and took the crispy rice. Just as he was eating vigorously, he heard Ji Song's voice: "In a few days, I'm going to work in the Ministry of Industry."

Yan Xining was stunned for a moment: "Huh? The Ministry of Industry?"

Ji Song pinched a piece of rice crust from the rice crust mountain in front of him: "When I enter the palace today, the emperor asked me to choose one from the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Industry to be an errand, and I chose the Ministry of Industry."

Yan Xining nodded: "Oh."

Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Ouch!"

Ji Song said this to observe Yan Xining's reaction, he wanted to see if his princess was really as indifferent to government affairs as she appeared on the surface.Will he be disappointed when he learns that he chose the idle Ministry of Industry?

48. Qingshui snails

Yan Xining didn't realize it at first, but after he figured it out, ecstasy welled up in his heart: "You mean, you're going to work in the Ministry of Industry?"

Does this mean that Ji Song is moving out from Wenzhang Garden?It's really great. Recently, there are so many people coming and going in Wenzhang Garden, he is too uncomfortable.With Ji Song around, he was embarrassed to lie flat.With Ji Song gone, he can close the door and live his own life.

And... when he was lying in bed in the future, as long as he thought that Ji Song had already gone to work at this point, the happiness in his heart could not be expressed in words.

In the scorching summer, he lay down to blow the wind while Ji Song bitterly corrected the papers; in the cold and windy winter, he hugged the stove while Ji Song braved the wind and snow to go to work.This sense of happiness flowing through the whole body is really great!

Happiness needs comparison. Only when you see other people's misfortune can you appear happy.

The corners of Yan Xining's mouth lifted happily, and the smile couldn't be suppressed.When he smiles, he is very agile, so that those who see his smile can't help but laugh along with him.

Seeing Yan Xining smiling so happily, Ji Song couldn't help laughing: "What? Are you so happy to learn that I'm going to work in the Ministry of Industry?"

Yan Xining immediately realized that he had lost his composure, how could he smile so happily in front of the sufferer?How bad.If Ji Song knew his true thoughts, he might be the one who braved the wind and snow to go to work in the future.

In order not to become a social animal again, Yan Xining racked his brains: "The Ministry of Industry is very good. The Ministry of Industry involves all aspects of Chu and Liao. It is a department that serves the people. It is good for you to go to the Ministry of Industry. It is better to be able to do some facts. Is it strong to fight against others in the bureaucracy?"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, so he quickly shook his head: "That's not what I meant, I didn't mean to say that the officials are sorry..." He looked at Ji Song embarrassingly. What taboo?

Ji Song smiled, and the smile flowed from his eyes: "I think so too. The official department and the Ministry of Industry, the official department has more power and can quickly accumulate contacts. But as you said, there are many factions in the official department. Intrigues and intrigues are indispensable in the Ministry of Officials. The Ministry of Industry is an idle department among the six ministries, but its idleness is for the court, and for the common people, the Ministry of Industry has a greater effect than any other department.”

Yan Xining hurriedly rolled along the slope: "Yes, yes, the Ministry of Industry manages too many things, ranging from large cities to small tools. In fact, most of the time, the common people don't care about which officials are on top of them, they only care about whether they can Eat and clothe warmly. As long as you can do things for the people, where can you not do things?"

Yan Ke was surprised: "The princess is so insightful."

Ji Song looked at Yan Xining seriously: "Yan Xining."

Yan Xining shivered: "Hey." What's wrong?Calling him by his full name suddenly is definitely not a good thing.

Ji Song said: "After my observations during this period of time, it is indeed a shame to detain you in Wenzhangyuan. Are you interested in going to the Ministry of Industry with me? I can install a false identity for you. When the time comes, I will pay you back." Freedom, you can still be an official.”

Yan Xining felt that the sky was about to fall, and his head shook like a drum: "Unyielding is unyielding, no interest, no interest." He managed to escape the life of a social animal, and Ji Songxiu wanted him to return to the workplace.

Yan Xining's head was dripping with cold sweat, what should he do, what reason should he think of to refuse Ji Song's kindness?

Seeing Yan Xining's resistance, Ji Song could only sigh softly: "Forget it, since you don't want to, then forget it."

Yan Xining breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he only hoped that Ji Song could go back soon, so he asked in a low voice, "My lord, when are you going to leave Wenzhang Garden?"

Because of guilty conscience, he didn't dare to look up at Ji Song.Little did he know that Ji Song's expression was reluctance, Ji Song felt complicated, he thought about leaving Wenzhang Garden in a few days, but now he couldn't bear it.After thinking for a moment, he said, "Wait a little longer."

Yan Xining was distressed, how long would he stay in Wenzhang Garden.Today he was thinking of making himself a social animal, who knows if he will come up with another idea in a few days.

In the next few days, Ji Song began to get busy. Hearing that he was going to work in the Ministry of Industry, officials from the Ministry of Industry first came to visit him.Now that Minister of the Ministry of Industry is still in Dali Temple, he still doesn't know if he will be able to come back. Some matters accumulated by the Ministry of Industry must be decided by someone, so Ji Song is forced to start work early.

In addition to the officials from the Ministry of Industry, other princes sent big gifts one after another.All kinds of antiques, calligraphy, paintings and rare treasures flowed into Prince Rong's mansion like flowing water, and Ji Song accepted them all.Only if he accepts these, can the road ahead be safe and secure.

Of course, Ji Song's office is not in Wenzhang Garden, but in the main hall and Tingsong building.Every morning when the sky was bright and Yan Xining was still asleep, he set off in a wheelchair, and he would not come back until Xingyue climbed up the treetops.

Yan Xining felt that Ji Song had become a tenant of Wenzhang Garden, he didn't understand why Ji Song ran to him when he was so busy.The people in the palace don't come here often, so it's not necessary to do this in order to maintain the character design, right?

But this is also good, Yan Xining and Ji Song can't speak a few words these days, and Wenzhang Garden has regained its former peace.

In the past few days, when Yan Xining released the ducks in the morning, he found many snails lying on the rocks near the pier.The snails in this season are the fattest, and there is enough bait in Lanyue Lake, and the snails are also unusually fat.

Yan Xining only touched a few stones, and got half a basket of snails.Qingshui snails are black in color, with thin moss growing on their tails.Yan Xining kept the big snails in a wooden basin, and Bai Tao squatted beside the wooden basin and poked the tentacles protruding from the snails: "Master, when will we wait?"

Yan Xining smiled and said, "Don't worry, let's take care of it."

Although the snails in the lake were clean, Yan Xining still wanted them to vomit their dirty things.In the evening, he took a pair of scissors and sat under the eaves to cut the tails of snails.Accompanied by the sound of scissors snapping, the tails of the snails fell off one after another.

Just as Yan Xining was getting absorbed in cutting, he heard the sound of a wheelchair.He raised his head and showed a bright smile: "I came back very early today."

Ji Song looked a little tired, he rubbed his temples and looked at the tub: "What are you doing?"

Yan Xining smiled and said, "I'm going to eat fried snails tonight."

Ji Song frowned slightly, staring at the blue and black snails in the basin: "Have you eaten this before?"

Yan Xining smiled: "I'm not a duck, how could I just eat this. Don't worry, the snails are delicious, and you will be able to taste the deliciousness of the snails after I fry them."

Ji Song responded, and rolled his wheelchair to the eaves.Seeing Ji Song, Bai Tao sneaked away.Ji Song remained silent, and for a while, only the sound of Yan Xining cutting snails could be heard under the eaves.

After coming here for a while, Ji Song said: "The queen mother sent a message, let us go to the palace tomorrow to meet a familiar face."

Yan Xining shook her hand, and the snail in her hand fell into the water with a "pop".It's coming, this day is still coming, and those who should come can't escape.Yan Xining smiled helplessly, "Okay."