Xie Xun sat at the table for a long time in silence.
Of course, "Jiu Jiu" was what he thought in his heart.
It's all because the color of the grilled wings is too attractive.
The skin is reddish-brown, with a slightly browned edge. I don't know how to do it, but it can have a bright and not oily luster.
He took a bite and tasted it. It is about brushed with a layer of honey, with a slight sweetness, but not too obvious, more of a freshness.
The cumin is marinated and delicious, and the roasted chicken wings have a unique flavor. The cumin grains sprinkled on the surface enrich the taste. When you take a bite, the tip of your tongue touches the tender and juicy chicken on the inside. The meaning of roasting.
Looking at the fried sauce noodles, this way of eating is somewhat uncommon. There is no soup, only a rich sauce, dark, but it will not make people lose their appetite, but curious about the taste of this rich and sticky sauce.
Xie Xun picked up a chopstick, the noodles were wrapped in sauce, it was difficult to separate. He turned his chopsticks around, the sticky noodles were still tangled together, and he said that he brought some noodles from the bowl.
He was a little depressed, and it was very difficult to eat chicken wings just now. Jiang Shuyao didn't even remove the chicken wing bones. He sandwiched the chicken wings with the burnt honey sauce on the side, almost dirtying the corners of his mouth several times and falling into the bowl.
However, he had to admit that he was a little addicted to the taste of eating chicken clean from the bones, and eating three wings was not enough.
Looking at this fried sauce noodles, it was wrapped in a big lump of chopsticks. After picking it up a few times, I became impatient, so I just opened my mouth and sent it to my mouth.
The rich soy sauce flavor instantly swept the whole mouth.
Chewed in large mouths, the strong and tender noodles were wrapped with the fried sauce and made a sticky soft sound. , the rest of the flavors are too bland.
He rolled up another large chopstick to enter the mouth, and the fried sauce stained the corners of his mouth.
After eating, I was still a little puzzled. Although there is only a small bowl, it is not enough to lose a few chopsticks.
He picked up the noodle soup that Jiang Shuyao had placed in the corner of the pan, sprinkled chopped green onion on it, and dropped a few drops of balsamic vinegar, just to relieve the saltiness. The warm noodle soup slid down the throat into the stomach, and the stomach immediately ironed a lot.
After drinking half of the noodle soup, the flavor of the sauce in my mouth dissipated.
Xie Xun moved his chopsticks again to pick out the iron plate tofu. The tofu is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The surface is covered with seasonings and chopped green onion. It is eaten up in a few bites. The taste is spicy and slightly numb, but it retains the original fresh bean flavor of tofu.
After drinking the remaining half bowl of noodle soup, I still reminisce about the satisfaction when my tongue touches the crispy tofu skin covered with seasonings.
But this time the amount is a little less, maybe it is the same as the royal chef who pursues a small amount and finesse, and pays attention to leaving blank.
It's a pity that he didn't know that Jiang Shuyao's dinner consisted of these three kinds. He sent Xie Xun a late night snack on a whim... It's very likely that the rest was collected.
Xie Xun walked outside the door, called out, and the servant girl who had her own servant's room to wait took away the dishes.
After the supper was over, he vaguely remembered that Jiang Shuyao asked him what was going on just now? As if to ask him to share dinner with her tomorrow.
He actually agreed in a confused way!
really...
Xie Xun had a bitter expression on his face, pretending that he was self-absorbed.
He looked up at the bright crescent moon and sighed like he was going to a banquet.
I don't know what she will cook tomorrow, but the mapo tofu last time was delicious.
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When Jiang Shuyao was washing up early the next morning, Bai Zhi Shunzui reported that Xie Xun had eaten his supper cleanly last night, and there was not even a drop of noodle soup left, which surprised her.
She didn't ask where Bai Zhi heard about this, and hurried to the big kitchen with a pinch.
Since they have given up their old faces to find Xie Xun, it is not a big deal to curry favor with the old lady.
It was breakfast time, and the large kitchen was steaming hot and lively.
As soon as Jiang Shuyao came in, everyone turned their attention, some were confused, some were disdainful, and some kept looking at it with curiosity.
The four maids that followed behind Jiang Shuyao were all from the uncle's mansion in Xiangyang. People who grew up in the rich and noble piles had to be arrogant and calm. The material of their clothes was incomparable to that of ordinary servants.
Jiang Shuyao is even more graceful and graceful. He clearly only has a hairpin with a golden hairpin on his head, but it is like a gorgeous upper body, with a head full of pearls and hairpins, like a rich peony flower.
A group of people walked in, obviously not very ostentatious, but more imposing than the mistress of the house.
Even if they were disdainful of this third lady with a bad reputation and her mother-in-law disliked, everyone had to subconsciously bow their heads and give orders.
"What did you prepare for breakfast today?" Jiang Shuyao asked.
Then a cook came forward and gave the name of the dish.
At this time, the diet is relatively simple. Only the Marquis Gaomen will use the iron pot invented by the Emperor Taizu, the infrastructure maniac, and he always likes to rely on cooking for his three meals. Even if it is fried, it is still fried. For example, for breakfast today, there are fried cabbage, fried chicken slices, fried shrimp and tofu.
The big kitchen is the closest to Shouning Hall, so Jiang Shuyao planned to prepare breakfast for the old lady here.
She beckoned, and the little maid who followed her stepped forward with a wooden bucket.
"This is the breakfast I prepared. It can be regarded as a staple food. You can take it and warm it by the stove, and wait for the Baizhi to be added to the plate. Later, it will be sent to Shouning Hall together."
"This..." They have also seen daughters-in-law who want to please their mother-in-law, but most of them are just making soup. There are really no such people who bring breakfast to the big kitchen.
"I just kept the food warm in the big kitchen. It's close here, and the food won't get cold. You don't have to be afraid of the old lady's blame, I'll explain it to her."
The cook didn't even dare to say anything.
Bai Zhi and a few little maids stayed in the big kitchen, and Jiang Shuyao took the rest to Shouning Hall.
Mrs Xu and Mrs Zhou had just arrived at Shouning Hall and met Jiang Shuyao, only Mrs Xu nodded to greet her, Mrs Zhou did not even give her a look.
After a while, the maid opened the curtain, and the three entered to greet the old lady. After the greeting, Mrs. Zhou left. Only Mrs. Xu stayed for ten years to serve her mother-in-law for dinner, and now of course she also brought Jiang Shuyao with her.
Jiang Shuyao looked at the eyes, but the old lady didn't want to lose her demeanor and told her not to be disgusting, so she didn't say anything.
After Mrs. Xu helped the old lady to sit down, she ordered someone to set the meal, but saw that there was an extra row of maids serving the food today, like a clearing canal dug beside the gurgling stream, which was extremely abrupt.
Taking a closer look, it was not Jiang Shuyao's maidservant who started it.
Xu Shi thought to himself that he was quite like the people around Jiang Shuyao. He was obviously out of place, but his face was calm and calm, which was really short-lived.
She turned her eyes to Jiang Shuyao, puzzled, "brother and sister, what's going on?"
The old lady also found out and frowned at her.
Jiang Shuyao seemed unaware of their dissatisfaction, and said with a smile: "My daughter-in-law is clumsy, she wants to serve her mother-in-law with filial piety, but she wants to do it poorly and end up in a disgusting end..."
The old lady and Mrs. Xu thought about it together: It's good to know.
It's just that this face is too thick, and the words are still aggrieved.
"...So when my daughter-in-law thinks about it, I like to study some food on weekdays. Why don't I add some dishes to my mother's breakfast. Even if it doesn't suit the taste, eating fresh and not repeating the same thing every day can make my mood a little happier."
Hearing "Every day is not the same thing", Mrs. Xu felt a panic in her heart. She said that the uncle's house in Xiangyang was rich and noble, but she didn't want to be so extravagant and publicized.
The old lady didn't appreciate it: "There are several dishes for breakfast, all of which have been followed by Duke Xie's mansion for decades. If you add one more dish, it will be a waste."
Jiang Shuyao beckoned Bai Zhi to step forward, and said to the old lady: "No, the tofu brain prepared today is made of soybeans. It is purely an ingenuity in craftsmanship, cheap and delicious."
The historical tofu brain was invented in the Han Dynasty, but it is not here. The biggest difference between bean curd and bean curd brain is that there is a difference in the step of "pointing the brine", and the production of brine will determine whether the finished product is soft or tender.
Although there are differences between bean curd and bean curd, the difference is not big. In any case, the two have a place in the rich breakfast category, which naturally speaks to their charm.
Bai Zhi respectfully saluted the old lady. She learned much better than Jiang Shuyao, and the whole set of actions of saluting and setting dishes was enough to be pleasing to the eyes.
She brought out the bean curd brain from the dinner plate and put it on the table. The tofu brain looked white, tender and watery, and scooped a whole spoonful into the bowl without breaking it up. It was slightly more tender than tofu and firmer than milk.
"One bowl is salty, and the other is sweet. Mother, which one is better for you?"
The old lady didn't want to taste it. I eat it when you bring it, am I so easy to please? I miss you this stutter
But Jiang Shuyao stood aside, smiling like a flower, as bright as a spring day in March, the old lady really couldn't hold her face to make the child angry.
She wondered why this daughter-in-law was so beautiful and beautiful, why she had never heard of her name before, and there were many who said she was vulgar and ugly.
As she thought about it, she responded in a mild manner: "Yeah." Ignoring the two bowls of bean curd, she used clear porridge and pickles to herself.
Jiang Shuyao hit a wall and was a little dejected. This made him think of Xie Xun. Although he is indifferent and likes to show a cold face, it is a big advantage to have a big appetite for eating mamaxiang.
Now that I have also offered it, I have also looked at it with a cold face. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and if I don't eat tofu, I will be cold.
She bowed and said: "With the elder sister-in-law serving, the daughter-in-law will not be here to obstruct the eyes. I still hope that the mother can taste the food made by the daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law's mother liked it very much when she was at home. My intentions..." Lies come when they open their mouths, without any burden, they are both betrayal and closeness, one set after another.
The old lady is accustomed to playing the game and calculating secretly and secretly, but she has never seen this kind of routine that can only be supported by thick skin.
Jiang Shuyao ran away in a hurry, happily went to eat breakfast while it was hot, leaving the old lady sitting there to reflect on whether she was being too strict.
Under her knees, there is Xie Pei, a charming girl who has grown up in every way, and she can't bear to talk about mother-daughter love. Presumably Jiang Shi is also trying to please, what is the difference between her deliberately making things difficult and those evil women.
Seeing Jiang Shi's footsteps stumbling in such a hurry when he walked, he must be feeling uncomfortable and wronged. ,,