When Xie Xun came back from duty, he stepped into the courtyard and saw a table in the courtyard where Jiang Shuyao often enjoyed the shade.
He walked over and saw that the table was full of recipes written by Jiang Shuyao.
Messy handwriting, lack of arms and legs.
It seems that ignorance is true, no exaggeration at all. Xie Xun shook his head helplessly, picked up a piece of paper and slowly recognized the characters.
At this time, Jiang Shuyao came out of the small kitchen, holding two bowls in his hand, followed by two little ones, like a bunch of little tails.
"Uncle Third." Xie Zhao shouted loudly.
Xie Xun put down the paper, nodded to him, and rubbed his furry head: "Why are you here?"
Isn't this nonsense, of course I'm looking for the third aunt.
Xie Zhao hesitated and did not answer.
I whispered in my heart, I'm sorry Third Uncle, your position in my heart has been squeezed away by Third Aunt.
Jiang Shuyao put down the bowl in his hand and sighed, "They just finished their homework for the day, so they came over when they rarely had time."
It is no wonder that Duke Xie's mansion has extraordinary literary talents from old to young. It turns out that he has been so strict in reading since childhood.
When Xie Zhao said this just now, she was like a hard-working grandmother who would call out her little grandson as soon as she saw her little grandson reading, and immediately rushed into the kitchen to give them something delicious.
Well, kids, of course want to eat dessert.
Jiang Shuyao originally wanted to make a fried fresh milk, but because there is no bread recently, fried fresh milk without bread crumbs has no soul, so she changed her method.
The previous steps are still similar, pour the milk into the pot, add sugar and starch and stir slowly until the milk solidifies and it is difficult to stir, scrape the thick and sticky milk slurry into a bowl and let it cool.
Then fry the soybeans, add sugar and grind them into powder. Soybean flour is delicate and slightly sweet, and it is very delicious to make brown sugar glutinous rice cakes or donkey rolls.
Jiang Shuyao scooped up a spoonful of glutinous and soft milk jelly and rolled it in the soybean flour. The viscous surface of the milk jelly was covered with beige soy flour and it was ready to be enjoyed. It looked simple to operate, but the taste was not bad at all.
Xie Zhao watched eagerly, and when he saw this, he reached out his hand quickly, Jiang Shuyao handed him the spoon, and he immediately put the jelly into his mouth happily.
Soybean flour is refreshing and sweet. After biting through the skin, the filling inside is moist, soft and sticky, glutinous, and full of milky aroma.
"Yeah~" Xie Zhao nodded, "The third aunt is really amazing, next time I'll ask the cook to do this for us to eat milk."
Xie Yao watched from the side, his body was weak, his character was extremely shy, and he was quiet and seldom. If Jiang Shuyao didn't take the initiative to let him eat, he would not be coquettish.
It stands to reason that weak children should be favored, but in fact, it is easier for everyone to pay attention to Xie Zhao, who is lively and sweet. Even Xu Shi will give Xie Zhao a lot of pampering while feeling sorry for Xie Yao.
Jiang Shuyao looked at Xie Yao quietly and didn't speak, pulled him to his side, and asked, "Want to eat?"
Xie Yao blinked, looked at his brother and looked at the sweets made of milk, and nodded lightly.
"Then why don't you speak?"
Xie Yao's small face was thin, making his clear eyes like black grapes appear rounder and bigger. He looked at Jiang Shuyao suspiciously, not understanding what she meant.
Jiang Shuyao rubbed his head and handed him the spoon. He thanked him softly and scooped up the jelly.
"Next time you have to learn to speak, you know?" she gently advised.
Before Xie Yao nodded, Xie Xun suddenly said, "A Yao is shy by nature, you don't need to force him to be as lively and cheerful as A Zhao."
Hearing this, Jiang Shuyao retorted: "I'm not forcing him to be lively, I just think he's easy to be ignored like this."
Xie Xun frowned: "He is the first son of the eldest house, how can anyone ignore him, you are overly concerned."
"I don't mean to blame anyone, I just think it's not good for him to be like this." Especially my brother is still a sweet and sticky little sun.
Jiang Shuyao sighed silently: "Forget it, I'll just say it casually, I don't know any parenting scriptures, I'm just afraid that his thoughts will be ignored because he doesn't like to talk, after all, not everyone is willing to talk at any time. Guess what a child is thinking."
Xie Xun sat down next to her and said again, "It shouldn't be." Xie Yao was the treasure that everyone in the Duke Xie's manor held in their hands and was afraid of melting.
Jiang Shuyao observed the two brothers. Xie Yao took small bites of dessert while paying attention to their conversation; while Xie Zhao was carefree, he didn't care what they said at all, he enjoyed himself, and the steamed bun was bulging like a hamster.
The characters of the two brothers have gone to two extremes.
She suddenly felt a little puzzled: "I saw that although A Yao doesn't eat much and eats slowly, he usually eats very well, so he won't be so thin."
Xie Xun was still thinking about what Jiang Shuyao said casually just now, and when he heard the words, he replied: "He grew up in a medicine jar since he was a kid. To eat and eat, that is, to have some appetite every time in front of you."
"Huh?" Jiang Shuyao opened her eyes slightly and took Xie Yao to her side, "Do you want to give face to the third uncle?"
Her kind of feeding madman was affirmed, and she was naturally extremely happy.
Xie Yao was seldom hugged so intimately. Xie Xun was the only one who held it high every time, and only Xie Zhao was the one who hugged the old lady in her arms and called her good grandson. Even Mrs. Xu, because of his frailty And take care of him carefully, seldom hug him.
Xie Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, nodded, and whispered, "The third aunt's cooking is delicious."
Jiang Shuyao's heart melted instantly, and she couldn't help touching his thin cheek.
Over there, Xie Zhao scraped the bottom of the bowl, put down the spoon and said, "Third aunt, the more you eat, the more hungry you become."
Jiang Shuyao was amused by him, and ordered Bai Zhi: "Go and bring the porridge from the kitchen."
Bai Zhi should be, leading the maids to the kitchen to serve porridge.
For dinner, Jiang Shuyao didn't want to go back to the house to eat. In early summer, eating in the courtyard is much more relaxing and comfortable than in the house.
The maids put rice, a pot of porridge, and four bowls, and dinner is as simple as that.
As a person who is uncomfortable without tinkering with food for a day, Jiang Shuyao has long placed a row of homemade pickles and sauce jars next to the small kitchen. Naturally, he will not forget about cooking preserved eggs and pickled duck eggs.
The preserved eggs made by the local method are much easier to fail than the ordinary method, and they are slightly thinner, but the advantage is that the materials are simple and lead-free.
Today, she took out a preserved egg and knocked the skin. Seeing that the inside of the duck egg had solidified, she boiled this pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on a whim.
Xie Xun had never seen a casserole placed directly on the table while drinking porridge. He looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and then at the steaming casserole, and was a little dazed for a while.
Jiang Shuyao filled the two little ones with porridge, and then put a bowl for himself before lowering his head and eating.
Xie Xun was ignored, he waved his hand to signal that the maid who wanted to serve him porridge didn't have to wait, and silently dragged his sleeves to serve himself a bowl.
The porridge cooked in the casserole is more fragrant and softer than the ordinary boiled porridge. The rice is crystal clear and soft, the porridge is sprinkled with green chopped green onion, the diced lean meat is melted into the rice, and the diced brown-green preserved egg is particularly conspicuous.
Xie Xun saw the preserved egg for the first time and asked, "What is this?"
Jiang Shuyao explained the method of preserved eggs to him. Xie Xun was a little surprised after hearing it, and was very curious about the taste of preserved eggs.
Bite into a spoonful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, the rice is extremely soft and glutinous, and it seems to be melted by the casserole.
The peculiar and mellow aroma of preserved eggs gives the porridge a light and heavy taste, and the rice also has a smooth and delicious taste, which is a bit more mellow and long-lasting than ordinary meat porridge.
Not everyone can accept the taste of preserved eggs, but the preserved eggs cooked in the preserved egg and lean meat porridge are different. The rice porridge has diluted the pungent sweet and astringent taste of the preserved eggs, leaving only the long egg fragrance of the duck eggs themselves.
The preserved egg protein part is fragrant and fragrant, and the egg core is soft and mellow, which is very suitable for light and sweet white rice porridge.
He praised: "This is the first time I have tasted this kind of taste. It is difficult to tell the taste. The mellow egg fragrance left by this preserved egg is really memorable."
Uncle and nephew have similar tastes. If Xie Xun likes it, the two little guys won't hate it.
Xie Yaoan quietly drank the porridge along the side of the bowl. The porridge was soft and melted, and the porridge did not need to be chewed too much. It rotted after a sip. Only the fresh and fragrant lean diced meat and the preserved egg were left. Once bitten, the mellow taste was in the mouth. Yoyo disperses.
With a happy smile on his face, he ate slowly.
Xie Zhao was different. There seemed to be nothing unpalatable in his heart, so he stuffed it into his mouth before it got cold, and drank the porridge while it was hot. Even the chopped green onion was fresh and sweet.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuyao quickly stopped: "Don't be too impatient, eating too hot is not good for your body."
Xie Zhao looked at Jiang Shuyao aggrievedly and slowed down obediently.
After Xie Zhao finished two bowls, Xie Yaocai would eat half a bowl.
There was a lot of cooking in the casserole, more than enough for four people to eat, and there was still a small half-pot after everyone was full.
The preserved egg and lean meat porridge moistens the lungs and nourishes the stomach. After drinking a bowl of warm stomach, the whole body feels comfortable. With the fresh air in the courtyard and the sunset that has just set, it is really comfortable.
Xie Zhao stood on tiptoe and looked at the pot, and acted coquettishly at Jiang Shuyao: "Third aunt, can I take this half pot of porridge back?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuyao refused: "Children eat less preserved eggs."
Xie Zhao pouted.
Jiang Shuyao continued: "Next time, I'll make fresh shrimp porridge or raw fish porridge for you. It's not easy to eat porridge."
Xie Xun was about to tease Xie Zhao for a few words when Yu Guang glanced at Xie Yao, remembered what Jiang Shuyao had just said, and cast his eyes on him.
It is rare for Xie Yao to eat a whole small bowl of porridge today. You know, he usually has to persuade him to eat just half a bowl.
Xie Xun said with concern: "Has A Yao been fed up?"
Xie Yao was still listening to his brother's appointment with Jiang Shuyao about the next cooking time, but he didn't expect Xie Xun to speak to him and shook his head.
Thinking of Jiang Shuyao's advice to him to speak more, he said, "Don't hold on, I'm full."
Xie Xun nodded, surprised inwardly. It turned out that A Yao did not have a very small appetite. Most of the time, he was afraid that he had not eaten the food he wanted.
Jiang Shuyao and Xie Zhao made an appointment for the next time to cook porridge, and when they heard Xie Yao's reply, they smiled and said, "Not bad, we actually ate a small bowl. As long as we, Yao, continue to insist on this amount of food, we will grow meat in a short time. ."
Jiang Shuyao wiped the corner of his mouth for him: "Children still want some meat."
Xie Zhao flower arrangement: "Is the third aunt complimenting me?"
Jiang Shuyao laughed and poked him on the forehead: "Yes yes yes."
Looking at this scene, Xie Yao was infected unknowingly, pursed his lips and smiled shyly, his big black and white eyes shining brightly.
Xie Xun moved his gaze from Xie Yao to Jiang Shuyao's face.
Maybe for Ah Yao, it's not just because the food is in accord with one's mind, but more because the person who cooks is in accord with one's mind? ,,