Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

After returning from Xu's side, Jiang Shuyao was bored back to the recliner in his courtyard.

All the recipes that Jiang Shuya thought of had been submitted to Lin, and she passed a letter saying that the restaurant would open in a few days. It's a pity that this is not a modern place. Jiang Shuyao wants to experience the big boss's dream of inspecting the opening work, after all, it is too difficult to realize.

She doesn't like to read books and calligraphy, her only hobby is cooking, resting on the rocking chair for a while, then getting up and going to the small kitchen.

I ate hot and salty at noon, and now I am greedy, and want to eat cold and sweet.

A small exquisite stone mill was moved to the small kitchen not long ago, with the slippery saucepan jar on the wall. The elegant and deserted Bamboo Yard was very grounded in an instant. I didn't know where it was the farmyard.

Jiang Shuya took the rice flour, and the maids naturally didn't dare to watch them, so they stepped forward to help.

So when Xie Xun came back, he saw the maids pushing the stone mill around, and Jiang Shuyao throwing rice into the stone mill without expression.

He walked over, and the maids saluted, Jiang Shuyao who was wandering was startled and stared at him.

Xie Xun touched his nose awkwardly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Grinding."

For the obvious thing, Xie Xun nodded, with his hands behind his back, and his posture was as straight as loose...Look at the maids grinding.

Jiang Shuyao seemed to see the shadows of those uncles who like to watch people playing chess in the park.

There is no servant in Xie Guogong's mansion, and he is not afraid of this cold-faced and arrogant third master. The maids are staring at the ground with soft legs and cold sweat on their foreheads.

The more they pushed, the more nervous they became. When their arms trembled to the point of weakness, Xie Xun suddenly said: "Can't push?"

Hearing these words, the maid almost was frightened and crying. Before she knelt down to plead guilty, she heard Xie Xun say in his calm and cold voice: "Then I will come."

After all, rolled up his cuffs and snatched the maid’s work.

So listening to the bamboo courtyard, such a scene appeared-Xie Xun, the third master of Xie Guogong's mansion, pushed the stone with a cold face, and the third lady lost rice with a wooden face.

Bai Zhi watched from a distance, and didn't know how she felt for a while.

In the huge capital, there are not many curious nobles, and the two of them are strangely matched.

After grinding the powder, Jiang Shuyao put the powder into the porcelain jar, and Xie Xun followed her into the small kitchen.

The sky was getting warmer. Jiang Shuya replaced all the windows in the small kitchen with screened windows. The windows were wide open during the day, and there was a quiet green vine outside the windows, so they would not be irritated and sultry when cooking.

Bring the pot to a low heat, mix the ground rice and glutinous rice flour with water and mix them evenly. While stirring the warm water in the pot with a large spoon, slowly pour the mixed slurry.

You can't stop boiling cold cakes. Keep stirring to prevent the sticks in the pot. When the white water in the pot gradually solidifies, you can turn off the heat.

Pour the thick white syrup into a bowl, set it aside and let it cool, then boil the brown sugar on a low heat. After the brown sugar is boiled and let cool, the cold cake is completely solidified.

Turn the cold cake in a small bowl, scoop a few spoons of brown sugar water on the cold cake, sprinkle with white sesame seeds, and the brown sugar cold cake is ready.

The brown sugar cold cake is really good for the summer. The color of the cold cake is like white jade, it is smooth and shiny, and the brown sugar is slightly brown, making the cold cake more white.

Jiang Shuyao and Xie Xun each had a bowl, sitting under the big tree in the courtyard to taste.

After the cold cake is completely cooled, the inside also reveals a soft coolness, the taste is soft and smooth, a bit like jelly, and it chews more tough and waxy than jelly.

The elastic teeth are not sticky, the brown sugar water is sweet, with a slight burnt bitterness, and the soft cold cake swings in the mouth with the elastic, sweet and cool.

Xie Xun watched her eat half a bowl and no longer needed, and asked, "I only eat half a bowl after doing so much?"

"Half a bowl is full." Jiang Shuyao remembered something and called Bai Zhi, "Bring some bowls to Dafang."

Bai Zhi responded and handed in a letter: "Madam, this is a letter from Miss Ge Jia."

Jiang Shuyao took it, opened the letter and slowly read it.

The beginning of the letter was naturally a welcoming greeting. Ge Qingshu seemed to understand that Jiang Shuyao was not a talented person, so he hurriedly took it away, and then went to the main topic after a few gossips—when did the Lin family restaurant last time? Open? Can you choose a location?

Xie Xun felt uncomfortable when he heard Ge Qingshu's name. He finished the last spoonful of cold cake in the bowl, put down the spoon, and muttered, "She really has a letter with you?"

"Yes." Jiang Shuyao read the letter and didn't have time to talk to him.

"What did you say?"

"Just gossip."

"Gossip, what gossip?" Thinking of Ge Qingshu's targeting of him last time, he immediately became alert.

Jiang Shuyao finished reading the letter, folded it, frowned and looked at Xie Xun: "Why are you weird?" He didn't look like a gossip.

Xie Xun coughed uncomfortably.

"There is nothing serious, she asked me when the restaurant opened."

Xie Xun nodded: "The restaurant is open on the pier, and it is not sold to the nobles. She wants to join in for fear that there will be no chance."

"Yes, but I have a heart." Jiang Shuyao said, calling the next person to take pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Xie Xun didn't understand Ge Qingshu, and didn't understand her purpose in rushing to approach Jiang Shuyao like this. After all, the two of them had completely different temperaments, and they weren't like being friends.

He thought wildly, Jiang Shuyao had finished writing his reply, and suddenly sighed.

"what happened?"

Jiang Shuyao propped his chin and complained: "It's nothing, just thinking that Miss Ge can't join in. Isn't it the same for me? The first time in my life I participated in opening a store, but I couldn't take a look."

Xie Xun wondered: "Why not?"

Jiang Shuyao blinked, "Ah, can I go?"

"Of course you can go if you want to." Xie Xun calculated the next day. "I just took a break when the restaurant opened. Can I go with you?"

"Really?" Jiang Shuyao widened his eyes and leaned forward excitedly.

"Of course you can't do anything." Xie Xun was so excited when she saw her, she understood why Mrs. Xiangyang liked to spoil her daughter. Seeing her leaping for joy, I was also happy a lot. I wish I could keep her happy.

"But..." Jiang Shuyao hesitated, "I'm afraid it's not so good. After all, I am the third wife of Xie Guogong's mansion. I always have to behave well." She finally began to adapt to the thinking of the ancients and examine her own behavior. coming.

Xie Xun slapped Xie Xun as soon as this sign emerged.

"What's wrong, you are my wife, I don't mind, others have so much mouth." Xie Xun stretched out his hand and asked the maid to serve him another bowl of cold cake.

Jiang Shuyao's depression suddenly disappeared, and he sighed, "Xie Boyuan, you are such a good person."

This compliment sounded weird, and Xie Xun let out a "huh". Although he was not looking forward to this compliment, he still pursed his lips for a while.

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On the next day, Lin Cheng was planning to take a break with his friends, and when he asked about Xie Xun, Xie Xun shook his head and refused.

"Bo Yuan, you have changed." Lin Cheng was heartbroken, "You are like a different person after you get married. The next value runs the fastest, and Xiumu doesn't come out to play, we are all divided."

Xie Xun said indifferently: "Don't be fooling around."

Lin Cheng groaned, and said, "I think we are getting more and more divided in recent days. Why don't you think it's better to go to your house for a holiday?"

The friends who were watching silently, look at me, look at you, a thought called "Cengfan" met in an instant, and they all echoed: "That's it, that's it."

"I think Wenrao's proposal is very good."

"Yeah yeah."

Xie Xun's eyes scratched around them, always feeling that something was wrong. In the past, these people were afraid of his majestic brother and never liked to visit his house as a guest.

He said: "Next time, I have something to do on the day off."

The crowd sighed slightly, and dispersed regretfully.

Seeing them like this, Xie Xun's heart twitched slightly.

It seems that Wen Rao's words are true, and he is indeed divided with his friends.

They wanted to interact with themselves more, but they refused. It is reasonable for them to be so disappointed, and they must pay more attention in the future.

Lin Cheng walked over to Xie Xun and asked quietly, "What are you going to do?"

Xie Xun said: "I want to accompany my wife to see the restaurant opening."

Lin Cheng breathed for a while, and casually, he seemed to just ask casually: "Where is it?"

"At Lin's wharf."

Lin Cheng nodded, swayed away with his hands on his back, his expression somewhat triumphant.

He thought that only he had heard the incident, but he didn't know that the colleagues who had been immersed in the work put down their ears and whispered: "Lin's Wharf is the wharf on the west side of the outskirts of Beijing?"

"No way, are you going to the pier to buy food?"

"Hehe, I will go to the outskirts of the city for a long day off, can't I pass by?"

"I don't think it is necessary. Bo Yuan's meals are naturally prepared by his wife every day. Is it the same taste as the rough guys who sell them to the dock?"

"Yes."

Everyone discussed it, saying that going to the dock to eat is too cheap, and I will never go!

In a short while, Lin Cheng was found one by one, and they all said that something happened suddenly and that they could not race together for the rest of the day.

This was exactly what Lin Cheng wanted, and he pretended to be regretful on his face and cheated in his heart. He was full of duck blood vermicelli soup that he had eaten at Xie Xun's last time. He didn't know if it would be sold in restaurants. He looked forward to it.

It was fine weather on the rest day, the sun was shining, and the blue sky was like washing.

Lin Cheng, who agreed to go to the outskirts of the city alone, appeared on the outskirts wharf, wearing cotton clothes.

He was afraid of meeting Xie Xun who came here, so he deliberately dressed up. At this moment, he was mixed in the crowd like a good-looking white-faced scholar.

"The lady who sells cakes said that the restaurant will open today, right?"

"Yes, I haven't eaten stewed meat for several days since the grandma of stewed meat closed down. I wonder how it tastes, and I don't know how the new restaurant tastes."

"Since they go to a restaurant to work, it must taste no worse than before."

Lin Cheng followed the two working men and walked to a side street not far from the dock with the flow of people.

Mrs. Xiangyang took the shot, even if it was a pilot, the scene was not small.

A street took a full four storefronts and opened them in one breath. The front of the store was full of tables, chairs and benches, and a wine with "Lin" written on it was flying in the wind.

Lin Cheng approached, and a tangy fragrance poured in.

Lin's restaurant is different from the general wine restaurant. It pays attention to the word "quick" when serving dishes. Similar to a food stall, a bunch of pots and tables are set up at the door of the store to sell while cooking.

There was a loud voice at the door shouting the price, swiftly reporting the name of the dish, shouting for diners to take their seats.

The guys in the Lin family were very organized in what they did. In a short while, all the noisy guys were ordered to take their seats. Lin Cheng arrived and was introduced to him by the little Er crackling. He didn't know what to eat.

Xiao Er raised his hand and pointed: "What do you think of the bowl of noodles?" Seeing that this one doesn't seem to be edible, I won't introduce him to rice bowls or soup with steamed buns.

Lin Cheng nodded, and followed Xiao Er to the front of the noodle stall.

The noodle maker was the former lady who sold noodles at a nearby restaurant. When she saw Lin Cheng's face, her tone improved a lot. She smiled and asked, "What kind of sauce are you pouring in?"

Lin Cheng chose one at random, and the lady boss responded, took the bowl of noodles from the back, poured a tablespoon of steaming stew on the white water noodles, and handed it to Lin Cheng.

The noodle bowl was still hot, Lin Cheng took it carefully.

There were not many people at this time, Lin Cheng looked for an empty table, smelled the fragrant noodles, and could not wait to move his chopsticks.

The color of the noodles is brown-red, bright and moist, and the noodles are thick and white. The yellow egg skin, black fungus and mushrooms, red carrots, and tender white tofu are mixed together and rich in color.

Stir evenly with chopsticks, the bittern is still thick and not scattered, and the noodles of uniform thickness are tightly wrapped.

You can understand the beauty of thick brine at the first entrance. The brine is delicious, and it is suitable for the salty noodles. The flavor is thick, mellow and not greasy.

The stew is a good soup, and the slow-boiled chicken soup with mushrooms is so fresh that people can't wait to swallow their tongues.

The egg flower is scattered in the bittern, thin and flexible, and the egg fragrance is mellow. It is particularly prominent in the brown-red bittern, because the egg flower is thin enough to be delicious. After chewing, the salty bittern soup overflows from the egg flower, and it is strong. The refreshing noodles become more flavorful as they are chewed.

I don't know how the noodles are kneaded. There is no soup, but it is not sticky, soft and smooth, and the roots are distinct.

This kind of noodles is in front, and it is difficult for someone to eat it elegantly. Lin Chengcai is still restraining it. When it comes to the back, he directly picks up a large chopsticks to the entrance.

The thick stewed soup and noodles are wrapped in the mouth, hot and fresh. The stewed soup is sprinkled with white pepper. The hotness arouses the numbness of pepper. The spicy is fresh and the fresh is mellow, and a few drops of fragrance Vinegar, bite after bite, the corners of the mouth are soaked in bitterness, and I can't stop at all.

Lin Cheng ate happily, without noticing a person sat down opposite.

The person opposite said to himself as he ate, "The soup on this noodle is really wonderful, the shiitake mushrooms and mushrooms are delicious, the egg skin is mellow, the fresh bamboo shoots are fresh and the fungus is fresh, and there is a faint smell of meat in the broth, which is obviously normal. The ingredients have an unusual taste. It seems that the wisdom of the people is endless."

This voice, this tone, this familiar nagging...

Lin Cheng looked up and saw his colleague Li Fu, who had clearly said that he was going to the bookstore to grab the original copy, sitting opposite him, immersed in the tasting noodles.

His eyes glanced at Li Fu, the dark cotton shirt, and then he looked at what he was wearing, it looked too similar.

The person on the other side was still eating noodles along the way. Lin Cheng couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on the table.

Li Fu looked up inexplicably, then froze.

The two of them had big eyes to small eyes, and they uttered four words dryly for a while: "It's a coincidence."

They smirked a few times, then invariably lowered their heads to eat noodles, and Li Fu finally suppressed the sound.

After eating a few bites, a person came from the side and ate the noodles snoringly, not caring about the cost, but Yu Guang glanced at the familiar dark robe, always feeling that there was something inexplicable weird.

He turned his head and saw that it was no different from this one on his own.

Looking through the clothes, isn't it just the colleague Guan Ying, who is not going to go to the horse-riding colleague who wants to gather with classmates and write poetry?

Lin Cheng stopped. Li Fu on the opposite side felt strange, and then raised his head to look at the person next to him.

The table was quiet for a while, and Guan Ying paused. As soon as he looked up, the three of them stared.

"..."

In silence, the three of them thought together: What they clearly ordered was to let their subordinates "find an inconspicuous dress worn by ordinary people." Why are the clothes on the three of them the same at this moment? ! Is this type of inconspicuousness in the eyes of the people in each house?