Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Jiang Shuyao wants to earn performance. Respect and modesty is not suitable for her. She can be a good performer. Of course, in modern terms, being sweet and good is what is commonly called "dogleg".

Jiang Shuyao was also fierce, got up early, and ran to Shouning Hall. Fortunately, it was getting hot and the temperature in the morning was not too low. After waiting for two minutes, the old lady got up.

At this time, Mrs. Xu also arrived. After marrying for so many years, she has never been too late to ask Ann in the morning.

When Jiang Shuya saw Xu's arrival, he also had a bottom line. Isn't the standard template for a good wife's Xu clan? It's okay to follow her.

Thinking about this, Jiang Shuyao smiled friendly at Xu's.

Xu's heart couldn't tell what Jiang Shuya was thinking. Seeing her smile at her, she was still a little bit horrified-okay? Or is it holding bad water?

She is cautious, sensitive and thoughtful, no matter what she thinks in her heart, she won't be obvious.

"The three younger siblings came early today." She talked to Jiang Shu in a gentle and gentle manner.

Before Jiang Shuyao spoke, the second wife Zhou came. She didn't think that Jiang Shuyao was on the bright side. When they saw the two talking, her eyes swept across them, and she smiled very meaningfully: "Sister-in-law, third sibling."

Xu's family didn't want to spend much time with her, but when the maid came out, he stepped into Shouning Hall first.

Jiang Shuya hurriedly followed, for fear that the lagging students would not be able to copy the homework half a step, the formation seemed to be stepping on the corners of Xu's skirt.

Zhou's glance, there is something tricky! He also hurried to chase in.

Xu heard the footsteps of the two behind, and didn't know what happened, and the footsteps also became a little flustered.

The old lady was sitting on the Arhat chair waiting for the daughters-in-law to greet her. When she raised her eyes, she saw the three of them rushing in like a dog.

After all, the Xu family has been dignified and cautious for many years, only a little dazzling, and now quickly stabilized, and respectfully pleased the old lady.

This action made Jiang Shuya feel comfortable, and he deserves to be everyone's lady, please have a special charm.

She reacted quickly, and followed Xu's back as if looking in a mirror to ask for peace.

Zhou is still thinking about what is so tricky, half a step behind.

The old lady's eyes swept away, and Zhou's heart tightened, what is going on! Is she yin?

Fortunately, the old lady didn't say anything, Zhou's thoughts drifted away. The day before yesterday, when she cut clothes, the embroiderer she arranged had eaten some silver, so Xu's family would never find out...

No matter how they greeted the old lady with greetings, Jiang Shuyao stood aside as a log, showing the appearance of being dumb and careful.

Until the maid put the meal, Jiang Shuyao's dull mask instantly collapsed to pieces.

Without him, I got up too early and didn't eat.

The old lady likes to eat light breakfast, congee with two plates of stir-fried vegetables, plus a plate of pickles is enough.

Although Jiang Shuyao is a foodie, he can't greet the white rice porridge. He just looks at the white rice porridge and thinks of salted duck eggs.

Roll on the table, peel off the eggshell, use chopsticks to clamp, separate the white, tender and salty egg whites, revealing the red and orange egg yolk inside. The oil is marinated, and the red oil comes out with a poke.

Or white rice porridge with xiaolongbao, the small steamed buns must have a bite, so hot, bite open the fluffy hot steamed bun skin, savor the tender and salty meat inside.

As she thought about it, her belly made an untimely "cuckoo--" sound, which stood out in the quiet moment.

Everyone looked at her, and she smiled embarrassedly: "I thought of coming over to greet the old lady earlier, so I didn't have breakfast."

The old lady put down her chopsticks and said in a faint tone: "The third wife, there are porridge and side dishes in the kitchen. Why don't you eat with me."

Jiang Shuyao is not stupid, knowing to refuse: "No, the old lady is using the rice, and the daughter-in-law will naturally serve by the side. How can you ask Anshi's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to have dinner on the table." Of course, she really doesn't want to eat this white porridge and pickles. .

The old lady replied unhurriedly: "Yes, if I want to come, these dishes won't taste your taste, or I wouldn't have set up a small kitchen in your courtyard as soon as I got married."

The yin and yang were strange, but Jiang Shuyao pretended not to hear it. He blinked, his eyes gleamed and his eyes were clear: "Daughter-in-law's mother's appetite is not very good, so the daughter-in-law loves to think about food on weekdays, hoping that her mother can spend two more meals. After I got married, I saw my husband's hard work, thinking that if I could make some warm vegetable soup to relieve one or two, it would be better." His face was not red and heartbeat.

It's delicious? That is inevitable.

To feed Xie Xun? Uh... he's not lying anymore after rubbing a few times.

Xu's family is in charge of the affairs of Xie Guogong's mansion. There are people with her everywhere. Naturally, he knows that Jiang Shuyao is telling lies.

Her gaze swept across Jiang Shuyao's face. This woman is really... a thick skin.

However, she did not eat less food for the twins, and even Xie Yao, a picky eater, ate a lot every time.

Thinking of this, the Xu family spoke for her in an unprecedented way: "The third brother can't put it down when he reads the book. The small kitchen is always ready to boil some soup, it is better than letting people go back and forth to the big kitchen."

The old lady nodded, she could accept this thought, but... what kind of good dishes can Jiang's temperament do? It's better to send a few cooks and maids to Xie Xun's courtyard.

She asked people to accept the dinner table and chatted for a while as usual. Xu and Zhou left, leaving Jiang Shuyao to copy the scriptures in the small Buddha hall.

Knowing that she hadn't eaten, but asked her to copy the scriptures, Jiang Shuyao knew that the old lady wanted to fix her.

Although she doesn't have the talent for fighting in the house, she has always read novels. The means to clean up the daughter-in-law in secret has gone, and the old lady's means are still mild.

She kneeled down in front of the table in the small Buddha hall. After the mother was gone, she took out two cakes wrapped in oil paper from her arms — made last night, and let Bai Zhi help to warm it up in the morning when she washed it. In his arms, it is still hot.

Uncovering the oily paper, the scent of the fried brown crust on the outside of the noodles came out. Jiang Shuyao took a satisfied breath and took a big bite.

"Kacha", the outer layer of the puff pastry is crispy and the inner layer is soft. After biting the cake, the oily smell of pig fat instantly penetrates into the nasal cavity. The pepper noodles and pepper noodles are sufficient and the seasoning is simple. In addition to the chopped green onion, it is salt and meat. The filling has a faint numb smell, without a trace of fishy smell, but retains the most fragrant and tender side of the meat.

The fat of the pork belly has been roasted and dipped into the crust, giving the crust the smell of oil and gas.

Jiang Shuyao finished the meatloaf three times, took out another shredded carrot cake and pressed the oil.

The shredded carrot cake tastes much more refreshing than the meatloaf. The shredded carrot has a bitter taste, but the bitterness is very weak. It is more of a fresh vegetable fragrance, crisp and refreshing, and there is still sweetness in the mouth after eating.

This meal was very comfortable, Jiang Shuyao sat on the futon comfortably and waited for the taste to dissipate.

I didn't want to copy the scriptures until I was full. When I was idle, I met the Buddha statue, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, I'm really sorry, I'm too hungry, and I don't mean to be disrespectful." She turned her over and knelt on the futon and knocked her head a few times.

After the worship, Jiang Shuya went outside to ask for a cup of tea, but the mother mistakenly thought that he was extremely hungry and drank a cup of tea.

Mother was too old and she couldn't bear it. Her eyes stayed on her for a few moments, and Jiang Shu was very guilty.

In the next few days, Jiang Shuyao was very disciplined. He was the first to come, and the last to leave. After seeing more how Xu Clan served the elderly, she also learned a little bit. From time to time, she helped the old lady put on a backrest or something, with eye problems and quick hands.

Finally on the seventh day, Jiang Shuyao saw that the old lady was in a good mood and handed in the scriptures he had copied.

The old lady took it. She almost forgot about this. Which of the first two daughters-in-laws did not copy it on the second and third day.

She flipped it casually, only one glance at her brows and then they wrinkled fiercely.

"What are you writing!" The old lady has never seen such an ugly word in her life.

Jiang Shuyao was depressed: "Scripture." She really felt that her writing was not that bad.

"You, you are perfunctory!" The old lady became more and more angry. After ten days of copying and copying this ghost image, it is better not to write, saying that if it is serious, this is a disrespectful Bodhisattva.

"Daughter-in-law dare not." Jiang Shu was wronged. Who can understand the pain of the scumbag, "Daughter-in-law is not good at academics, no matter how hard you write, the words will be like this, but I wrote every word seriously, with piousness. Respect, don't you just pay attention to'sincerity' when copying scriptures."

"Okay, you still talk back, I think you have to talk about flowers." The old lady insisted that she was perfunctory and rubbed her temples, "Forget it, forget it, since you are unwilling to pay attention, how can I force you to fail? "

Jiang Shuyao was so wronged, and his wrist was sore after copying scriptures these days, and he was detained.

The old lady saw her head drooping, and her pitiful appearance made her heart more congested.

Why does Yunwen Yunwu's full-bodied son marry such a woman?

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, and she waved her hand to make Jiang Shuya leave quickly, so as not to dangle in front of her.

The mother hurriedly stepped forward and rubbed her temples: "Old lady, it's not worth it to be angry."

The old lady could only mutter her hopes: "Just wait for the time to come and leave her."

Jiang Shuyao returned to the yard, stood there for a while, and called Bai Zhi: "Did you say that Xie Guogong will suspend me?"

Bai Zhi and the maid behind him were so scared that they knelt down: "Miss!"

Jiang Shuyao really didn't understand this and wanted to ask them. He said anxiously: "You kneel and what do you do! I just ask you one thing."

"Miss." Bai Zhi looked up at her tremblingly. Seeing that she was not angry, she stood up tentatively and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"I have always had this confusion. When I married into Xie Guogong's mansion, I was forced to marry. If I want to leave, I have no more scruples about Xiangyang Bo's Mansion and noble concubines, but if I have found a famous name, I won't lose my tongue.

"Miss..." Bai Zhi felt distressed when she saw her clearly. Although the young lady used to be stubborn and arrogant, she has changed everything now, simply because she has a deep admiration for her uncle, but this admiration has broken her heart.

Bai Zhi lowered his head, and couldn't say any words of comfort.

Jiang Shuyao held his chin and thought, "You said, what will it be like to go back to my natal family after I'm off?"

"The young lady will definitely find a beloved one again." This also agrees with Jiang Shuyao's idea that he will eventually be abandoned.

Jiang Shuyao's scalp numb: "Then what if I don't marry anymore?" Who knows who will marry next? In case the other party is a pervert or a group of masters in the backyard, she doesn't know how she died. Xie Xun can be regarded as a perfect stock. Whether she is or does not touch her, although she has a coffin face all day long, she has a good temper and looks pleasing to the eye. If you look at it, you will feel better.

"I'm looking for a Taoist temple to live there." Bai Zhi puzzled Jiang Shuyao's reluctance to marry again.

Taoist temples are not comparable to large houses, safety, housing and food are major issues.

Jiang Shutao felt that the future was dark, rubbing his head and wailing: "God, I hope Xie Xun will rest me later."

Xie Xun came back to pick up the letter, and when he walked to the corner of the corridor, he heard Jiang Shuyao's words.

He paused, frowned slightly, his already cold face became even more alienated.

Stepping forward slightly, he looked at the back of the man down the corridor.

The hair was piled high, and a few jade hairpins were simply inserted. His black hair was like ink, and his slender neck became more white and fragile. Even if he was wearing an elegant white dress, he could not hide his graceful and luxurious temperament.

He retracted his gaze and pulled his thoughts back from the memory of saving people in the water that day.

Jiang, after all, is too obsessed with him.

Why bother? Even if you marry him, you can never wait for him to give back the same kind of heart. ,,