Xie Xun chose to ride a carriage instead of riding a horse today, for fear that the food box in his hand would spill soup.
When he arrived at the East Palace, he was stopped by Lin Cheng, and he stuttered: "Did you bring soup today?"
Xie Xun said, "How do you know?"
"Look at you, who doesn't know?" Although Xie Xun usually walks very steadily, he is not so tight. He doesn't even move the corners of his robes.
Of course, Lin Cheng didn't dare to say these words, after all, every day's lunch depended on Xie Xun's meals to satisfy his cravings.
He grinned, while sighing that Xie Xun had married a daughter-in-law, and at the same time he sighed that he was dazzled by not marrying a daughter-in-law, wouldn't it be better
At noon, Lin Cheng sat obediently opposite Xie Xun and looked at today's food box expectantly.
Xie Xun first opened it and took a look. Today's side dishes are very rich.
In addition to yesterday's yellow braised chicken, there is also a fish-flavored eggplant with bright colors and a meat-like shape.
Looking at the rice, there was actually a spoonful of solidified rice-white lard. The lard was sprinkled with chopped green onion and soy sauce, and there was a pile of lard residue next to it.
Lin Cheng frowned: "What is this?" As the pampered son-in-law of the Prime Minister's family, it is normal that he has never seen lard.
Xie Xun has traveled abroad and knows a little bit: "lard."
Lin Cheng said in surprise: "If you put lard on rice, it's still raw!"
Xie Xun looked at him like a fool: "Is lard still alive?"
Although the Lin family did not like pork since the generation of Prime Minister Lin, Lin Cheng still knew that lard was still needed for cooking, but just put a lump of lard on the rice...
He glanced at Xie Xun's face secretly, yo, the young couple are quarreling
Xie Xun didn't know what he was thinking. He poured water and covered the box. After a while, the water began to boil, and the steam slowly steamed the food.
When the food box is opened, the aroma of the dishes blows out. The most attractive is of course the salty and umami taste of the yellow braised chicken and the sweet and sour taste of the fish-flavored eggplant.
But Lin Cheng couldn't help but cast his eyes on the rice. The white and crystal clear lard had completely melted, covering the plump rice with a glossy oil coat. Xie Xun mixed it with a spoon, soy sauce, chopped green onion, The pork dregs and rice are blended together, and the color is light, but people are inexplicably curious about its taste.
Xie Xun also had some doubts about the taste of lard bibimbap, and tentatively scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.
"How's it going?" Lin Cheng looked at him shyly.
It is indescribably delicious. It is obviously just simple lard, but it has a fresh and oily taste when it is melted into the rice. Maybe it is because the chopped green onion has removed the greasy taste, or maybe it is because the soy sauce is fresh, and the oily aroma is full of mouth, simple Ordinary eating has great satisfaction.
The soy sauce is specially boiled by Jiang Shuyao, with a hint of sweetness, salty and mellow, supplemented by the oily aroma of lard, only one word "fragrance" can describe it.
He chewed the lard residue until it made a "click" sound, but it was the first time for him to eat the precious lard residue in the eyes of ordinary children. It was crunchy and a little hard. The aroma splashes in the mouth, and the more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes.
"Yeah." Xie Xun nodded, taking the food tasting as a serious matter, slowly savoring the taste, and preparing to go back and report to Jiang Shuyao.
"Is it delicious or unpalatable?" Lin Cheng was anxious to death, the simpler the meal, the more curious he became, so he raised the spoon and said to Xie Xun, "My spoon is still clean, can you give me a bite?"
The two were born into a wealthy family, and their dining etiquette was basically carved into their bones, but these days of eating lunch made Lin Cheng forget the rules long ago. Anyway, what came out of Xie Xun's bowl was incense.
"Hmm." Xie Xun pushed the lunch box in front of him, and the two of them were like children in kindergarten who shared their mother's love lunch, and they negotiated to let Lin Cheng dig out a third.
Lin Cheng took a mouthful of lard bibimbap and his eyes widened for a moment.
It's not that he hasn't eaten mountain delicacies and top delicacies, but there are some flavors that can't be made by fine ingredients and cooking methods.
For example, this lard bibimbap, chewing and chewing, is full of oil, and the lard residue is stained with the salty and sweet taste of soy sauce. It is warm and full of joy.
Lin Cheng suddenly felt a little emotional: "Do farmers usually eat this kind of food?"
Xie Xun said: "It's not difficult to make this meal, but one is to use a clever idea, and the other is to rely on soy sauce to enhance the flavor. Farmers should not do this."
Lin Cheng nodded and asked again, "Why did your wife suddenly think of doing this?"
Xie Xun replied casually, "The Lin family plans to open a restaurant."
"Oh-ah?!" Lin Cheng smacked his lips, still savoring the residual oil aroma, and said after a half beat, "Lin family? Your wife?"
"Exactly."
Compared with other ideas that some or not, Lin Cheng's first reaction was to ask, "Do you agree?"
"What do I disagree with?"
The mistresses of high-level families rarely cook, and they usually cook soup at most, so they should be called virtuous and considerate when they serve them to their husbands. Cooking skills have nothing to do with them, so when Xie Xun said that Jiang Shuyao cooked the food he brought, Lin Cheng didn't believe it at all.
Now that her craft is going to expand to opening restaurants, it's a bit inexplicable.
"Are these recipes made by the chef hired by the Lin family or by your wife?"
"Of course it's my wife."
Lin Cheng frowned: "So your wife is going to hand over the recipe she's pondering to the chef, and then open a restaurant and sell it to the common people, instead of opening a restaurant and selling it to the nobles?"
"Yeah." Xie Xun didn't think there was anything wrong, and happily took a sip of the stewed chicken soup.
Lin Cheng touched his chin, shook his head slowly, and said hesitantly, "This... is not suitable, right?"
Xie Xun raised an eyebrow at him.
"The Lin family is the richest in the world. It's not bad for this money." He said tactfully.
Xie Xun and Lin Cheng were from noble backgrounds, but they had different experiences and different ideas. Lin Cheng is a pampered son, but Xie Xun is a young man and has never been spoiled since he was a child.
"It's not bad," he said. "What do you think cooking food is for?"
Lin Cheng said, "Eat."
"When people are hungry, they just want to be full, and when they are full, they want to be better than full. You and I have never used any kind of food since I was a child. I don't have to stare at a box of meals every noon to enjoy it, not to mention Yu What about the people who are not particular about their food?"
Lin Cheng didn't expect him to answer like this. After all, he's not a fool. It's easy to understand, and the look in Xie Xun's eyes became strange. Isn't doing business just about making money? But aside from the money, it is rare to plan this business from the perspective of the people.
He sighed in his heart that he was very familiar with Xie Xun, and he said something straight: "I have heard and seen Jiang's absurdity, and I think she is not worthy of you, oh, more than that, the whole capital... Cough, I didn't expect that I was too prejudiced after all."
Xie Xun hummed "Huh?" in his nose, but his expression remained the same: "Have you seen it? Come and listen carefully."
"Haha." Lin Cheng laughed dryly. He was mad to chew his wife's tongue in front of Xie Xun, "I said that I slipped my tongue, I haven't seen it before, but it's just repeating what others say.
He pulled away from the topic and tried to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised chicken, but was blocked by Xie Xun.
"No." Xie Xun said in a cold voice.
ho! There's a good show to watch.
The people around turned around in unison. They didn't hear what the two of them said just now, but the "no" sound was extremely clear.
Hey, let's just say it, Lin Cheng, the grandson of the dignified prime minister, grabs food from people's lunch boxes every day, which seems outrageous.
Although they were greedy, they didn't have the cheek to rub it.
Xie Xun raised his head, everyone turned their heads back in the blink of an eye, and quietly watched the movement here, their eyeballs almost falling out.
Looking at Xie Boyuan, he seems a little angry? Although there is nothing to see from his ice sculpture face that has been unchanged for thousands of years, everyone just feels that Xie Xun is unhappy, uh... It's just this gesture and tone, it's no different from their little nephew who just opened up at home.
Lin Cheng was stunned: "So many, give me a piece."
Xie Xun blocked again.
"No." He simply spit out a word.
After Lin Cheng felt a little bit of Xie Xun's thoughts, he looked at him aggrieved.
Xie Xun lowered his eyes, his expression remained the same: "Don't eat meat."
Well, this is a punishment for what he said just now.
Lin Cheng obediently apologized: "I'm really embarrassed. I said something offensive to my wife while eating the food made by my sister-in-law. I hope Bo Yuan doesn't take it to heart. I have no malice towards my sister-in-law."
Xie Xun ate a few mouthfuls of soup bibimbap, and when Lin Cheng was frightened by his cold face, his forehead was about to sweat, and then he said "um" unsavoury.
Lin Cheng didn't dare to be presumptuous, and consciously scooped a small spoonful of fish-flavored eggplant into the bowl.
The fish-flavored eggplant is bright red in color, thick and rich in flavor. The eggplant is cut into large pieces, fried, and the skin becomes a light golden yellow, which looks like meat.
Lin Cheng smelled the familiar sweet, sour and salty taste, and he immediately thought of the fish-flavored shredded pork that day, and suddenly his appetite was overwhelmed, and he stuffed a piece of fish-flavored eggplant into his mouth.
The inside of the eggplant is soft and hot, but the skin is a little bit chewy. The fried skin fully absorbs the sweet and sour sauce, soaks it softly and bubbles up, and the sweet and sour taste explodes in the mouth when you take a bite.
He hurriedly scooped a big mouthful of rice into the mouth. The rich sauce was just right with the soft and fragrant rice. Apart from the sweet and sour sauce, the eggplant cut into thick pieces also retained its own fragrance.
He nodded while chewing: "This eggplant doesn't taste much worse than meat."
The dark red gravy is dipped into the rice and mixed a little. The thick and salty soup wraps the white and crystal clear rice. The mouth and cheeks are fragrant, the saltiness is suitable, the sweet and sour is slightly spicy. Delicious enough.
Lin Cheng finished digging the rice, and then he remembered the business: "By the way, Bo Yuan, when will Mrs.-in-law's restaurant open? Where is it located?"
Just now, everyone who held their ears pointed out, you look at me and I look at you.
Xie Xun said: "I don't know, this is my wife's family's business, how can I know the details?"
Lin Cheng pouted, and the overheard colleagues put down their tired ears.
Xie Xun ate the fragrant food unhurriedly, and said in a flat tone, "I just help my wife try the dishes on weekdays."
… And, already
Smelling the mouth-watering aroma of vegetables all over the room, and looking at the rich and delicious dishes in front of Xie Xun, everyone sighed in their hearts in unison.
That afternoon, the little palace maid in the dining room was washing her chopsticks, and with a surprised "Huh", she whispered to the little friend next to her, "This Master Donggong's teeth are really good, look at these bamboo chopsticks, they have actually bitten their teeth. "