[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

Mr. Gardner was in the kitchen. He unpacked the luggage Jane brought (Jane said it was a gift), and he was shocked by the amount of things inside. Such white and fine flour is very expensive in the market , Mrs. Bennet should have asked Jane to bring it to make up for his wife. Mr. Gardner is very grateful, and there are cooked chickens and ducks. Not only Mr. Gardner, but also the cook does not know what to do. Do.

This, this is all cooked, should I eat it directly?

There is also this big bag of noodles, what is this?

"Let me come, uncle." Jane came in, rolling up her sleeves and putting on her apron.

"No, no, Jane, you just arrived, you have to rest for a few days." Mr. Gardner didn't think that Jane was going to start working soon, and it felt so bad, as if Jane came to work as a servant. He originally planned Let Jane spend a few days in London.

"Oh, uncle, this chicken and duck will easily go bad if you don't deal with it quickly. This chicken was specially ordered by my mother to bring to my aunt's body. She taught me how to do it. When she gave birth to Catherine and Lydia before, she used That's what you eat."

"...Well, Jane, you can use whatever you want here. If you don't have any, you can ask your aunt for the key to the cabinet." Mr. Gardner's words meant that Jane was free to do it. The maid and Bernard exchanged winks, which was very surprising The master would trust such a little girl.

Jane didn't say much. She first looked at the materials in the kitchen, including pumpkins, potatoes, vegetables, and some seasonings, and then checked the pots and pans in the kitchen. They were all clean, which shows that the cook is still doing a good job. of.

"Please help me prepare a soup pot, thank you." Jane said.

The cook didn't say much, and came over with a big pot, "How about this?"

"Uh, it seems too big, this chicken is a bit small."

"You are so troublesome." The cook rolled her eyes and changed to a smaller pot, "What about this one?"

"Okay, this will do."

Jane washed her hands carefully, picked up the chicken and chopped the butt first, then put some water in the pot and boiled it. "What should I call you?" she asked the cook and the maid.

"My name is Holly White." The maid is very young, maybe less than 20 years old. She is wearing a maid outfit, a white apron and a white hat, and has freckles all over her face. She is a lovely girl.

"Oh, Pottery Smith, call me Bobby." The cook said carelessly. She was in her thirties, also wearing a white apron and a white hat. She was chubby and had the characteristics of a chef.

"Jane Bennet, Gardner is my uncle. Oh, Bobby, I see chestnuts, can you get me twenty?" Jane blanched the chicken again, then poured out the pot .

"Okay," said Poppy, as if reluctantly, but swiftly, peeling chestnuts with a pocket knife.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Holly asked.

"I want to help too." Darlene didn't leave either.

"What did you plan to eat today?" Picking up the pot, Hurley hurried forward to take it over, "Do you want to put it on the stove?"

"Fill the water first," said Jane, and Hurley poured the water into the pot.

"Mashed potatoes, boiled beans and bread at noon, tomato broth and apple pie at night," said Poppy.

"Why don't you make this duck? It's been a night, and it will be ruined if you don't eat it." Jane said to Darlene again, "Dear Darlene, we need beans, can you help peel some?" Friends, Jane is very familiar with it.

"Okay." Darlene was really happy to have something to do.Hurley immediately filled her with a bowl of beans and told her to peel them slowly.

"I also need ginger and garlic, parsley, shiitake mushrooms, sage, beetroot..." Jane said while Hurley found out and put them in a small basket.

Jane opened a bag of dried orange peels, which were dried from the leftover oranges from last year. Ever since she used orange peels as spices, the Bennets have become fond of the taste. This time she also brought a bag of Come.

Jane put the ginger, garlic, orange peel and chestnuts into the pot, brought to a boil with the chicken, then covered the lid and turned to a low heat to cook slowly.

"It will take two hours to cook, don't add any more water, just turn down the heat." Jane let go of her hand and let the chicken soup boil slowly.

"Is this delicious?" Bobby was very skeptical.

"The taste is very light, but it can produce milk after drinking. My mother has been drinking this since she gave birth to her youngest sister."

"Your mother told you that? It's not something a little girl should know. What do ducks do?"

"Roast duck. I have four younger sisters, and I'm taking care of them. Otherwise, my mother wouldn't let me come alone. Are you right?"

"Makes sense."

In any case, Bobby and Hurley are still very nice to Jane.

Bobby has stayed in Gardner's house for many years, and he has a relatively clear idea of ​​the hostess and hostess.Since the master's niece wants to be a housekeeper, she will definitely not express any opinions... She has nothing to complain about, she is just a cook.

Hurley will not say anything, she is young and has little experience, anyway, she just does her own thing well.

It was much easier for Jane to understand what they were thinking, and it seemed that not everyone was as clueless as the nanny.

"Well, what's the nanny's name? Has she been here for a long time?" Jane bundled the garlic leaves and coriander, put them together with the beetroot into the duck that had been salted for half an hour, and then put the whole thing into the roasting pan bake.

Where Jane didn't see it, Bobby and Hurley exchanged glances.

"That's Mrs. Pitt. She came after me."

"It is said that she used to work as a nanny in some baron's house."

"One of Mr. Gardner's clients introduced her."

"Look at her pride, no one can look down on her, but she can pretend in front of Mr. Gardner."

"She has a letter of introduction."

Hurley and Bobby talked to each other and gossiped about the situation of Mrs. Pete, the nanny.

Bobby secretly whispered into Jane's ear: "I don't think she worked as a nanny in the baron's house."

"how do you know?"

"The way she feeds Bernard the way only the nuns in the Infant House feed the baby."

Jane understood a little.

Jane's method of roasting duck is much more delicate than Bobby's. She first roasts the duck for half the time, then takes out the duck, then uses a brush to brush a layer of sauce on the duck skin, sprinkles the ground sage and cumin, and then Continue to bake.

When the roast duck was ready, Bobby had to admit, at least it smelled much better than her cooking.

While waiting for the roast duck to be cooked, Jane took a bowl of refined flour, cracked two eggs into it, added some salt, and prepared to knead the dough.

"Let me do it," said Bobby, who was used to making bread, and looked at Jane with little strength.Bobby washed his hands and started kneading.

"This surface is really white, thin and smooth, and it has been polished many times." Bobby asked.

"It's been polished at least four times." Jian Deser said.

"This is really too much for a king." Whether it is true or fake is better, Bobby has a good idea.These days, even the king may not be able to eat such snow-white flour. If he can bother his unrelated sister-in-law, even Bobby is willing to believe in Jane.

"I'm done." Darlene handed the bowl to Jane.

"Good job, honey, wash your hands and I'll take you to your aunt." Jane casually brought out all the mantras she used to coax her sister at home.

"Okay." Darlene was satisfied after finishing the work and being praised again.

"Poppy, put Darlene's peeled beans and mushroom beetroot into the chicken broth." Jane turned to Bobby as she walked out.

"I know, I know."

When Jane and Darlene returned to the living room, Mrs. Gardiner was already awake, half lying down, and Bernard was placed beside her.Owen was still doing his homework, and the nanny was sitting aside, knitting something.

"Mommy."

"You're awake, Aunt."

"Auntie, can Mrs. Pete go to the kitchen and bring some hot water? It should be warmer, and bring the towels along the way." Jane said to the nanny.

The nanny froze for a moment, and she looked at Mrs. Gardner.Mrs. Gardner nodded slightly, and the nanny seemed to go meekly.

"I prepared all the chickens and ducks I brought. I will eat them today. The roast ducks made by ducks can be eaten at noon. The chicken soup is for you to drink. Auntie, I am going to make noodles for you. Bobby is kneading the noodles. You Just wait to taste my craft." Jane said.

"I think it must be delicious, but I'm sorry, Jane, I haven't had a very good appetite recently, so I may not be able to eat much." Mrs. Gardner was not lying, and Jane took the opportunity to ask her specific physical problems, which sounded like It was because she was too weak after dystocia, and her appetite was not good all the time, she was a little malnourished, and her milk was not enough.

This is easy to handle.

Jane took out a piece of paper from her pocket and said, "I consulted with Mommy before I came, and then wrote this form. I will read it to you. If it is suitable, I will do it. If it is not suitable, you can tell me." .”

Mrs. Gardner regained some energy when she heard it. Jane was about to read it to her when the nanny brought a basin of hot water. Jane stood up and twisted a hot towel and handed it to Mrs. Gardner.

"Let you do this..." Mrs. Gardner said shyly. She wiped her face, feeling much better immediately, and then wiped her hands again.Jane asked Owen to wash his face and hands with the water Mrs. Gardner had used. His hands were full of pencil dust.

"By the way, where's uncle?" Jane asked, wiping her hands.

"He has something to go out."

"Oh, is he still coming back for dinner? He roasted a duck today."

"Haha, he will be back in a while, how could he miss your craftsmanship."