Jiang Shuyao made Yunnan Bridge Noodles today.
With limited ingredients and condiments, and with children around, the first thing she thought of was the fresh and light cross-bridge noodle.
Take old hen and pork buns for stewed soup, and cook it on the stove with a casserole rack for an afternoon. The soup stewed on the most primitive firewood stove has a unique taste. Just sprinkle a little salt and white pepper noodles, and the chicken soup is already delicious. People move their index fingers.
The stewed chicken soup is covered with a layer of chicken oil, the chicken stewed in the soup is soft and tender, and the boiled rice noodles are added, and the main ingredients are ready.
Jiang Shuyao repeatedly told the two children to pay attention to the temperature when eating. The fat on the chicken noodle soup is warm enough to make the thinly sliced meat cooked through the soup.
But Xie Zhao still ate in a hurry. He picked up a thin slice of meat and passed it through the soup, and stuffed the soft, glutinous and mellow rice noodle into his mouth.
The large kitchen of Xie Guogong's mansion has prepared all kinds of fresh vegetables for many years. Even if there is no one, the servant will immediately come to him with an order from the master.
The vegetables that are not easy to be cooked are all blanched in water, shredded and placed on a plate. The white, green and green side dishes are matched with delicate china, which looks pleasing to the eye.
Xie Xun looked at the big table and looked fresh, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"
Jiang Shuyao fished out a quail egg from the bowl, took a nibble, the soft and tender egg white broke open, and the egg was fragrant and delicious.
"Rice noodles." She was so hot that she gasped for air, and she wanted to answer and inhale again, her posture was really indecent.
Xie Xun has never seen a woman eat like this, and it is really unsightly to gobble it like the little fat Xie Zhao.
He frowned slightly and said, "Of course I know it's rice noodles." What he was curious about was this way of eating and the use of the sliced vegetables on the table.
It's a pity that Jiang Shuyao couldn't understand his doubts. Hearing him say this, he didn't raise his head: "Oh."
"Aunt San, fish fillet!" Xie Zhao breathed out angrily and stretched out his short hand towards Jiang Shuyao.
Jiang Shuyao handed him the plate with sashimi in a tacit understanding. He had just stuffed a mouthful of rice noodles into his mouth, and he was scalded with tears as he chewed it.
Xie Xun was ignored again.
He looked at the "unrestrained" eaters, one big and one small, and once again improved his understanding of Jiang Shuyao. It seemed that she had never learned etiquette when she was in the Jiang family.
The fresh aroma of chicken soup floated into Xie Xun's nose. The little skinny Xie Yao was infected by the two of them, and his eating appearance became less and less restrained. He swallowed and ate happily.
Xie Xun saw a headache and turned her eyes to Jiang Shuyao. She happened to eat a very long rice noodle. With a puffed cheek like a hamster, she sucked the rice noodle into her mouth.
Xie Xun couldn't believe it.
How can there be such a girl to eat like this, just like the woman in Saibei he saw when he traveled abroad, very indecent, but... It looks very delicious.
He couldn't help swallowing.
Jiang Shuyao couldn't pretend he didn't see him standing here alone.
She knew that Xie Xun didn't want to see him, and she didn't want to have a good relationship with him. Seeing him frowning at her bowl, she said, "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
Xie Xun actually felt a sense of panic when he was guessing the thoughts in his heart, and quickly looked away: "Not yet."
Jiang Shuyao asked politely, "Then are you with us?" Xie Xun's look of disgust seemed unwilling at first glance, and she knew the answer when she asked.
Unexpectedly, Xie Xun was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Okay."
Jiang Shuyao suddenly raised his head and stared at him in surprise.
Xie Xun didn't think how he spit out the word "good". He regretted so much in his heart.
He raised his hand, and immediately someone stepped forward to serve him with a bowl.
Jiang Shuyao saw that even when he was eating, he looked like a gentle and modest gentleman, and silently scolded, what kind of rice noodles are you eating, let's drink dew water.
Bai Shao saw that Jiang Shuyao had done it once, and it didn't take any skill to cook rice noodles, she just took a look at it, and she quickly brought Xie Xun's share.
When the casserole is placed in front of you, the fresh and fragrant taste is stronger, the soup base is clear and translucent, the surface of the soup is covered with a layer of yellow oil, and the white rice noodles are immersed in the soup.
Xie Xun moved his chopsticks, and Jiang Shuyao couldn't help reminding: "Be careful of hot."
Xie Xun was stunned.
Jiang Shuyao would definitely feel embarrassed if Xie Xun was regarded as her husband, but at this time, she regarded him as an ordinary diner, and her attitude was extremely natural.
You must know that foodies are very friendly. Usually, a stranger asks the next table, "What are you eating, is it delicious?" Most of the diners will answer enthusiastically and recommend the menu.
Today, Xie Zhao and Xie Yao were extremely supportive and pleased her as a cook, so when she introduced Xie Xun again, her attitude was warm and hearty.
"Put in the meat dishes first, then the vegetarian dishes," she explained.
Xie Xun nodded.
Jiang Shuyao looked at his elegant and cold appearance, and was really anxious. He simply moved a little to him and poured a raw egg for him neatly.
Then, he quickly inserted raw meat, sashimi, chicken, kidney flower, belly and other meats with the chopsticks for him.
She asked, "Do you eat this? What about this? Isn't this a taboo? This is delicious, try it?"
Xie Xun was dizzy at the speed of her speech like pouring beans. Whether she eats these meats or not, she will go with her.
She added green leeks, spinach, shredded lettuce, shredded radish and other vegetables for him. The casserole with only a bottom was quickly piled up. It was a full bowl. The colors were bright but not strong, and the dishes were rich.
"You can eat it when the vegetables are cooked." Jiang Shuyao looked at Xie Xun expectantly, "Try it?" She looked like a kind old lady who went home to feed her grandson frantically during the New Year.
"Thank you."
Xie Xun avoided her bright eyes, feeling very uncomfortable, even a little guilty.
She really made this big table for him, otherwise why would she be so excited and eager to entertain him? But on the first day of his wedding, he left his wife and went out to hide.
Seeing that it was almost over, Jiang Shuyao reminded, "You can eat it."
Xie Xun put aside his thoughts, turned his attention to the pot, picked up a chopstick of rice noodle, mixed with all kinds of shredded vegetables, and bit into it, the taste was rich, rich and delicious.
The piping hot rice noodles are tough, soft and delicious. They not only have the deliciousness of chicken soup, but also have their own refreshing sweetness and rice fragrance.
The vegetables have just been boiled, crisp and sweet, which is more crisp and tender than the traditional method, which locks the original fragrance of the vegetables themselves, and also ensures the taste.
Mixed together and swallowed, I can understand why they devoured them so much just now.
Xie Xun's more than ten years of dining etiquette has kept him in the habit of chewing and swallowing slowly. When he was still savoring it silently, he suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Shuyao's expectant eyes, and he almost choked with fright. Only then did he remember that she was still waiting for her. Evaluation.
He swallowed it hastily, his throat hurting slightly from the scalding heat.
"Fragrant and delicious, unique flavor."
Jiang Shuyao was well received, and returned to his "battlefield" contentedly to continue the sweep.
If Xie Xun gave her a bad review just now, she would have taken away his casserole immediately.
Xie Xun saw that Jiang Shuyao was waiting for his comments before eating with confidence, and suddenly his heart softened. Even if he hated her for her tricks to marry him, her heartfelt desire to please him was indeed true.
He sighed inwardly.
As soon as something happens in my mind, I forget about the speed when eating.
The thin and translucent meat slices are fresh and tender, the saltiness is suitable, and the taste is mellow and rich. Mixed with the rice noodles, one bite after another, it is impossible to stop.
By the time the thin shirt on his body was slightly wet, the casserole had bottomed out.
He hadn't eaten so much in years.
Turning around, Jiang Shuyao and his two little nephews had already eaten up, and were leaning lazily to the side, looking like they were boneless.
Since he was a child, he used to eat until he felt a little full. He had never eaten, so he couldn't understand Jiang Shuyao who couldn't move.
Xie Xun couldn't help but said in a reprimanding tone, "What's your sitting position?"
Jiang Shuyao glanced at him lazily and didn't move.
Xie Xun: …
He turned his head and swept around, and he was slightly relieved when he didn't see a servant beside him.
After heaving a sigh of relief, he was a little puzzled. Why was he worried that the man saw Jiang Shuyao's boneless and lazy appearance, and it was her own business to lose face.
He didn't think about it deeply, the thin sweat on his back made him a little dazed, he hadn't eaten so happily for a long time.
He looked at Jiang Shuyao and hesitated.
Before the complicated emotions were stirred up, Jiang Shuyao covered his stomach and groaned.
"Make her a cup of hawthorn tea." He instructed Bai Shao.
"No, no, I'll just take a walk." Jiang Shuyao stood up and took the two children who were also struggling to go for a stroll in the yard.
Xie Xun looked at her back and was very helpless. He couldn't figure out what kind of people could raise such a woman.
But soon he will understand.
On the day when the three dynasties returned, Xie Xun got up early, and when he arrived at the yard, he found that Jiang Shuyao was not in the house.
He was about to ask when Jiang Shuyao came out of the small kitchen holding a small jar.
Xie Xun couldn't help frowning.
"Why are you dressed like this?"
Jiang Shuyao's body should be as clean as possible today, with a thick layer of white rice on his face, looking bloodless, with a pair of upside-down eyebrows hanging nondescriptly on his face, as if he is about to cry in the next second. It doesn't match at all with her eyes that look forward to the bright and bright eyes.
Jiang Shuyao didn't realize how hot her eyes were. She raised her eyebrows, making it even more obvious: "Me? I specially dressed this outfit today, and my mother likes it like this."
Xie Xun is also a talented young man with normal aesthetics. It was really uncomfortable to see her like this, and he wanted to take out a handkerchief and wipe her eyebrows.
Jiang Shuyao didn't care whether he felt uncomfortable or not, he hugged the small jar and got on the carriage.
Xie Xun saw that she looked like a very precious little jar, looked away from her eyebrows, and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Jiang Shuyao said proudly, "This is dogwood oil!"
Eight eyebrows fell even more.
Xie Xun was about to take out his veil, but fortunately Jiang Shuyao took the first step to rescue him from the discomfort.
"Would you like to try it?" She sat down with the small jar, and Bai Shao handed a chopstick with discernment.
Xie Xun didn't want to look at her face, so he nodded casually.
Jiang Shuyao couldn't wait to open the lid, and a spicy smell instantly filled the carriage of the carriage.