When Jiang Shuyao came to the kitchen, the cook was preparing to chop beef with bean leaves to make soup.
In this dynasty, when the slaughter of cattle was banned, beef was a luxury, and it was not worth it to make meat soup.
Jiang Shuyao stopped the cook, and Daoming wanted to cook dinner for Mrs. Xiangyang Uncle himself.
Hearing the words, the cooks put their hands away in fear, stepped aside, and fought for Jiang Shuyao with full eyesight.
They are old people in the house. They know that the young lady and the wife have had a bad relationship since childhood, and they quarreled from time to time. Now that Jiang Shuyao personally cooks for the wife, they are a little emotional.
After marrying someone, he is sensible after all, and he doesn't know what time he lived in Xie Guogong's mansion, but the cooking looks quite neat.
Jiang Shuyao took the beef under several relieved eyes and cut it into thin slices. Compared with the thin slices sliced by the flake machine, she prefers slightly thicker beef slices. It also retains the soft and tender taste of the fat beef itself.
The key to fattening beef in sour soup is sour soup, which is sour and spicy, and the soup is fragrant, but one is that there is now a lack of wild pepper, and the unique hot and sour taste is lost by using cornel oil. Being pregnant, it's best to avoid spicy food, so she only uses pickled ginger and garlic to provide the spicy taste in the sour soup.
In order to ensure the freshness of the sour soup, the oil is made of chicken oil with full of umami. After burning, put soaked ginger and garlic into the pot. After sauteing, scoop into the broth, filter the residue, put seasonings and an appropriate amount of carved wine, and the soup will gradually become richer. Now add the beef slices, cook it for a while, and then pour it into the bowl covered with the bean sprouts after selecting the head, and the beef in the rich and sour soup is ready.
Different from the general sour taste, the sour soup is a little less irritating, and a little more rich and long-lasting. Just smelling a few times makes the base of the tongue start to drool.
When the maids put the sour soup and fat cow in front of Lin, even though she had been having a bad appetite these days, she couldn't help but secrete a little saliva at this moment.
Not only the taste is attractive, but the appearance of the beef in the sour soup is also good. The golden yellow soup base looks very thick, like a large paste floating on the surface. The light brown fat beef slices are piled in the golden soup. Even the milky white fat part is very delicious.
Jiang Shuyao sat down opposite Lin's, and instructed the maid to get a spoon, and said, "Mother, it's best to use a spoon to eat beef with sour soup."
After all, Lin scooped a spoonful and poured it on the rice. The white rice was drizzled with golden soup. The color was attractive and the sour fragrance was tangy.
Looking at this scene, Lin Shi suddenly remembered the last time he had a big appetite, and scooped up the spoonful of white rice covered in soup and put it into his mouth.
At the entrance of the sour soup, the rich sour aroma spread to the base of the tongue at once, activating the taste buds that had been silent for a long time, and the acid was full of freshness. From the base of the tongue to the throat, the warm soup also woke up the stomach. I felt like I was already hungry and empty.
The steamed white rice is fluffy, fragrant, soft, and plump. It tastes with a slightly sweet rice fragrance, and it tastes wonderful with the delicious and sour soup.
Although the fat beef is chewy but not old, it is extremely soft and tender, the soup is delicious, and the mouth is fragrant when chewing.
This dish is really appetizing but not irritating. After taking two bites, Lin's body gradually warmed up. After drinking a few more sips of soup, he felt the fresh and salty taste left after the sour taste dissipated in his mouth.
The beef in sour soup was actually eating, and after the small bowl in front of Mr. Lin had gone down halfway, he slowly slowed down the speed of eating.
The soup is enough, the fat meat is enjoyable, and there are still silver buds at the bottom of the bowl. Xu eats the silver buds slowly with the sour soup. It is crisp and refreshing, and the aftertaste is slightly sweet.
Jiang Shuyao watched Lin's meal beside her, and she felt a lot more relieved. If Lin's could eat like this all the time, then she wouldn't have to worry so much.
Thinking of this, she thought about some sour, salty and delicious dishes, and picked out a few dishes with high nutritional value in her heart. After the meal, she wrote down the recipes one by one and carefully taught the chef how to cook them.
However, Jiang Shuyao's elaborate recipe was not used on the second day, and Lin's name asked to eat beef with sour soup.
This time, she wasn't so particular about eating, she just poured the white rice into the beef in the sour soup, mixed it and started eating.
How to eat soup soaked rice It is more enjoyable to drink sour soup. The rice is soaked in the soup, and the pieces are separated. The thick and delicious soup base soaks the rice into the flavor, soaks it softly, but retains the elastic texture of the rice itself. , it tastes good again.
Lin Shi ate in small bites, and stopped when he was sweating slightly, but he still finished the soup.
Jiang Shuyao was a little helpless, and thought of a few similar recipes. She also made a mistake, and even guessed Lin's taste during pregnancy for the first time.
But she didn't expect that Mr. Lin liked this dish so much, and he still ate beef with sour soup for lunch and dinner the next day.
Jiang Shuyao was both happy and worried. She was trying to figure out what to cook tomorrow without the beef, when a servant told the uncle that he was here.
She touched her chin and looked at the sky.
The sky was a dull blue-grey, and the mansion had already lit lanterns. It was getting late. What did Xie Xun come to do in Xiangyang Uncle Mansion
Xie Xun didn't actually come to find her. He read a book in the study after dinner, but he clearly liked cleanliness, but he felt that the courtyard was too quiet, so he simply turned off the lights and went for a walk in the courtyard.
After walking a few steps, he began to dislike the empty yard again, and went straight out of Tingzhuyuan. It was just past dinner time, and it was quiet everywhere in the house, so he simply went out to the street to enjoy the liveliness.
Before night falls, the lanterns have just been hung up in the teahouses, the hawkers in the street market have arrived at their stalls, and the tourists are still at home.
Xie Xun went around the long street, walked through the busy city, stepped on the curved bridge... Finally, he wandered to the gate of Xiangyang Uncle's Mansion, holding two oil paper bags in his hand.
He didn't buy it deliberately, but when he stood in front of the stall, he suddenly remembered that Jiang Shuyao said that he hadn't eaten candied haws for a long time. Bought two packs.
It was not until he reached the gate of Xiangyang Uncle's Mansion at this moment that he suddenly regained his senses.
Looking at the oil paper bag in his hand, he suspected that he had been overtaken by a ghost, why he acted so inexplicably.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud "Uncle!", which made him so frightened that the oil-paper bag almost fell to the ground.
The servants of Xiangyang Uncle Mansion saw Xie Xun when he returned home, and he remembered his appearance after a few glances. It's true that there are too few such handsome princes in the capital. They recognized him at a glance when they saw him standing at the gate of the mansion today.
As the loud shouts sounded one after another, Xie Xun didn't leave, nor stayed. Seeing his legs hurriedly ran in to tell Jiang Shuyao, he hurriedly tucked the oil paper into his sleeves.
It was very uncomfortable to hide the oiled paper in his sleeves. Xie Xun felt that the oiled paper seemed to stick to his arm through several layers of sleeves.
Jiang Shuyao thought that Xie Xun had something to do and rushed out in a hurry, but saw him standing at the gate with his eyes down in a daze, approached a few steps, and pulled back his soul: "What's the matter with you?"
Xie Xun came back to his senses and was embarrassed to hear her question, and explained, "I just happened to pass by."
"Just happened to be passing by?" Jiang Shuyao raised her final voice.
Xie Xun nodded: "I thought the house was boring, so I went out for a walk, walked around the East Street, and then arrived here. I was recognized by the concierge and stopped. It was probably because I had misunderstood that I had something to do with you. Make a sound, and they will rush in to find you."
Jiang Shuyao didn't understand the topography of the capital. Hearing what he said, he just looked at him dumbfounded.
Xie Xun thought she didn't believe it, so she quickly took out the oil paper bag she just hid as proof: "I bought two packs of snacks when I got there."
Jiang Shuyao's attention was attracted, and looked at the oil paper bag in his hand curiously: "What is this?"
Xie Xun took off the oiled paper, revealing a white glutinous rice cake with a black outer layer, and a white dough cake with a yellowish edge.
"This is a sand cake, this is a facecloth." He introduced.
"It looks quite novel." Jiang Shuyao silently guessed how the pastry was made while observing.
"She" used to hang out on the street when she had something to do, so it's really strange that she hasn't eaten these pastries.
But Xie Xun was relieved to hear her say this, and handed the oil paper to her: "Do you want to try it?"
One of the two didn't think about inviting the husband into the mansion to talk, and the other didn't think that it would be inappropriate for his wife to stand in front of the mansion gate and eat cakes, so one took it and the other stretched his chin and ate it.
The sand cake should be steamed with glutinous flour, with sesame seeds and sugar sprinkles in the middle.
"This tastes good." She nodded and commented.
The corners of Xie Xun's mouth turned up, and asked her to taste another, Jiang Shuyao rudely agreed.
The flour is slightly greasy than the sweet powder cake.
Tangshui noodles, deep-fried in a frying pan, and then sandwiched into a cake shape, this is the noodles.
The fried pasta has a unique fragrance, the sweetness is not heavy, and it will not be too greasy.
"This one is also good." After swallowing the fried pasta, the faint sweet aroma in the mouth is the most wonderful.
Xie Xun's nervousness finally dissipated when he heard the words. He handed her two oil paper bags and said, "Then take it back and eat it."
Jiang Shuyao didn't take it, just looked at him suspiciously: "How about you?"
Xie Xun avoided her gaze: "I'll buy it on the way back to the house. Cough, so what, since that's the case, I'll go first." After speaking, he stuffed the oiled paper bag into her hand and ran away with great strides.
Jiang Shuyao looked at his back and muttered, "The foreword doesn't make sense, didn't I say detour, do I have to detour again?"
She put a mouthful of powder cake in her mouth, squinted her eyes happily, and sighed, "But what does it have to do with me, it's not me fooling around."
She patted the candy shards that fell on the edge of the oil paper, and turned mercilessly into the house. ,,