Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

In Zhou's view, Jiang Shuyao's saying that he wanted to cook for her should be just lip service, and it shouldn't be true. Because she just helped Jiang Shuyao go back and hired a rescuer, it was not a life-saving grace, so there was no need to repay it.

After all, Jiang Shuyao is not a cook. It’s not for her to cook for her elders or her husband. It’s really wrong to cook for her second sister-in-law in a separate room.

However, to her surprise, Jiang Shuyao said what he said, and appeared in her room at lunch time the next day.

"Why are you here?" She sat up and didn't react for a moment.

"I'll bring you food." Jiang Shuya waved, and the two maids behind him put down the dinner plate.

Zhou is dumb.

"Does the second sister-in-law eat in bed or come to the table?" She has a warm and natural attitude, and treats Zhou with a mentality of caring for a sick friend. Zhou was a little bit overwhelmed for a while.

The maids are avoiding her, she hasn't routinely stunned people today, but seeing Jiang Shuyao like this, she can't speak bad words no matter how upset she is.

She murmured: "It's not that there is no cook, it's a big deal for you to cook yourself." She tried to get out of bed.

Jiang Shuyao hurriedly went to help her, and her soft arm touched her, scared that she immediately avoided and almost fell to the ground without aggravating her injuries.

"You, what are you doing!" She has been married for many years. In the interpersonal relationship, there is only the sister-in-law who does not care about her, the rigid mother-in-law, the fearful and humble maid, and she has never met Jiang Shuyao.

It is impossible to say that Jiang Shuyao is not good. Zhou family has limited IQ, but he is naturally sensitive and can feel Jiang Shuyao's sincerity.

Enthusiasm and generous, tolerant of her cold face, regardless of previous complaints, soft and gentle... The problem is here, why is she so good to herself! ! !

"I want to help you up." Jiang Shuyao lowered his head and looked at Zhou's left leg wrapped in gauze. Thinking of how she did not flinch and draw the knife that day, his expression became softer.

She stared at Zhou with a bright, soft smile on her face, making Zhou tremble with fright, and said uncomfortably: "No, I can go by myself."

Then he stood up quickly and limped to the table.

The Zhou family has not accepted the kindness of others for many years, and his temperament has been so yin and yang. Just now, he was agitated by Jiang Shu. He habitually said, "I don't eat everything."

It's just that the tone of voice that was said, there was an inexplicable "feeling and arrogant" feeling.

She jumped to the table: "I hate porridge most—"

Before I finished speaking, I saw the white rice porridge on the table.

She choked in a hurry, with an air of arrogance and disdain on the surface, but in fact she was secretly annoyed by her heart twitching her mouth.

"You are a patient. You have to stay in bed these days. Drinking porridge is not easy to accumulate food." Jiang Shuyao didn't mind, and explained patiently.

Zhou's was even more uncomfortable, and he muttered: "Okay, okay."

She glanced at the dishes on the table. In addition to the white rice porridge, there were also big bones and two plates of white meat. One plate was topped with sauce, the color was rich, the other was refreshing, and there was no extra seasoning.

Jiang Shuyao sat down opposite her and pushed the plate of white meat without sauce in front of her: "You eat this plate."

The white meat is thinly sliced ​​and evenly thick, squarely stacked together, one by one in a circle, looking extremely neat and comfortable.

The meat slices are fat and thin. The lean meat part is light pink brown, and the fat part is crystal clear white, like jade. The bottom part has a light yellow skin, and the color transition is uniform, which makes it comfortable to look at.

Zhou looked at the white meat that looked so comfortable but light in color, and looked at Jiang Shuyao's plate of garlic white meat with red oil sauce, and swallowed.

She grew up in the north, and she was different from the elegant and refined nobles in the capital. She hated those soft-boiled minced soup and thought that she hadn't eaten dry buns with meat.

But she knew that she was sick and should use some nourishing and light food, and reluctantly accepted Jiang Shuya's arrangement.

Picking up a piece of white meat, the fat part looked at the light, and it turned out to be faintly bright.

She was surprised by Jiang Shuyao's meticulous knife skills, and she also added a little expectation to the white meat. After all, people with this kind of knife skills would not taste bad even if they cooked the meat in white water.

Sure enough, after the entrance, I felt the deliciousness of white meat. Jiang Shuyao didn't put any condiments such as soy sauce, but just lightly rubbed a little salt on the surface of the white meat. Although the salt was fine, it still had a grainy feel, making the white meat more tender.

The fat is boiled tightly, melts in the mouth, oily but not greasy. The lean meat is chewy but not woody, and the inside is fresh and tender. It is chewed with the original gravy, accompanied by simple fine salt, which enhances the freshness and flavor while retaining the mellow and delicious flavor of the meat.

Zhou had eaten a few slices in succession, and he had to admit that the original lacklustre food also had a special flavor. After eating a few slices of white meat, and then drinking a sip of warm white porridge, the stomach feels a lot more comfortable, and the irritability and depression are also relieved a lot.

She ate the plate, looked at Jiang Shu's plate, guessed how the white meat with red oil tasted.

The dish in front of Jiang Shuyao is garlic white meat, both white meat and cucumber slices, both of which are as thin as paper, with garlic, soy sauce and chili oil poured on the surface, bright in color and rich in garlic.

Zhou stared at it for a few times, without holding back, and asked, "What is the taste of your plate?"

Jiang Shuyao looked up at her, she retracted her eyes, pretending to be careless: "I just ask."

Seeing her doing this, Jiang Shuyao pushed her: "If you are curious, you can taste it. It should be no problem to eat less."

Zhou's heart leaped for joy, picking up a piece of white meat wrapped in cucumber, dipping it in the garlic sauce on the dipping noodles, opening his mouth and stuffing it into his mouth.

The white meat is plump and juicy, tender but not rotten, the cucumber is crisp and fresh, and no one grabs the limelight. The sauce is spicy, the garlic is strong, and the entrance is a bit spicy. It improves the layering of the taste and makes people. Appetite boosted.

The mellow white meat chews softly and softly, and the skin is elastic. Compared with the fat part that melts in the mouth, it is a bit more chewy and easy to chew, but it is very addictive to chew.

After swallowing into the abdomen, there is a pungent aroma and mellow fleshy aroma intertwined in the mouth.

She is not a person who is holding back words, she directly asked, "What is this smell? It seems to be the spicy smell of garlic, and it has a different fragrance."

Jiang Shuyao then remembered that Zhou was the first person to eat chili. Fortunately, he didn't put too many chili, so it shouldn't be too exciting.

"This is spicy, the taste of chili."

Zhou did not know chili, but was convinced by the charm of chili oil. He picked up the white meat and dipped it in the red oil: "Chili? I haven't heard of it. It seems to be a good thing."

Jiang Shuyao hurriedly stopped: "Eat less, too much spicy food, the stomach can't stand it." Zhou's didn't adapt from cornel oil to chili oil like Xie Xun did, maybe not.

Moreover, Xie Xun is in good health, and the problem of eating bad stomach is not big, Zhou's is different.

"Can bear it," Zhou said, picking out a few more slices quickly. Jiang Shuyao was unavoidably worried and dragged the plate away.

Although Zhou was disappointed, he didn't have the embarrassment to go to someone else's plate to grab food, so he had to give up.

She drank the porridge with her head stuffed, and suddenly she heard the sound of "sucking" in her ear. When she looked up, she was shocked.

Jiang Shuyao pinched the big bone with his fingertips, and was sucking at the bone non-stop.

Zhou was in a trance for a moment.

Is this in the capital? Isn't this a picture only available in Northland? Poor people can't afford meat, so they can only gnaw on the scum on their bones to relieve their greed, just like Jiang Shuyao now.

Jiang Shuya sucked the juice from the bones, and satisfactorily gnawed off the finely ground meat on the surface of the bones. This kind of meat is the most delicious, and it can be regarded as one of the essence of big bones.

Seeing Zhou's expression in sorrow, she pushed the basin containing the big bones in front of Zhou's: "Taste it, it's delicious. Dip a little salt with the tip of the chopsticks, poke in the round bones, and then press harder. Suck it out, it's delicious."

Zhou hesitated. Although she has been criticized for being rude and inattentive, she never chewed a bone when she was in Beidi.

Jiang Shuya blinked and looked at her, looking expectantly.

Zhou's phrase "I don't want" just reached his throat and pressed his eyes back, asking someone to bring water in to clean his hands, and then pick up a piece of bobbin bone after learning Jiang Shu's movements.

According to what she said, dipped in salt to poke the bones, tentatively sucked into the mouth, the soft and waxy marrow was sucked out, accompanied by the bone broth stuck inside, the mellow and rich meaty fragrance Lips and cheeks filled instantly.

Different from the fresh fragrance of meat, the scent of sucking bones is stronger and longer. When the sticky and soft bone marrow is in the mouth, the fresh and fatty white meat and the domineering spicy garlic are all restrained by the pressure of the bones.

There were one or two. After Zhou ate one, he couldn't restrain the second, and sucked with Jiang Shuyao holding bones.

Zhou was extremely satisfied with a meal and felt comfortable all over. He felt that even the great sadness would make him smile again because of the meal.

Jiang Shuyao originally planned to have something else for dinner, but Zhou said he wanted to have another meal.

So when Xie Xun came back, he saw the maid walking out carrying two plates of white meat and tube bones.

Jiang Shuyao made another batch in the afternoon, prepared the amount for dinner, and had it with Xie Xun, which was just right.

Xie Xun sat down with his robe and asked: "Are the plates just given to the second room?"

"Correct."

Xie Xun guessed so. Jiang's man is really good at everything, even if it is to thank you, the first reaction is to cook someone else's meal.

He chatted with Jiang Shuyao and said, "I don't know if I can match my second wife."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuyao continued incomparably smoothly: "Of course, at noon today, the second sister-in-law was not satisfied after eating a whole plate."

Xie Xun immediately caught the key message: "Today's noon?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shuyao said as he ate, "I should go to eat with my second wife at noon during this period."

She is sincere and sincere, knows her kindness, and is kind and generous.

But Xie Xun felt a little bit stuffy, even a little sour.

He wanted to ask, the second sister-in-law has lunch, what about him? He has not received the food box she prepared for several days.

Xie Xun was wronged, but Xie Xun did not say.