Xie Xun had never smelled such a pungent "food" and couldn't help but wonder, "Is this for eating?"
"Yes." Jiang Shuyao nodded proudly.
Xie Xun frowned and resisted very much. Jiang Shuyao pouted and closed the lid with a pat.
There was silence in the car.
Jiang Shuyao's mother was not a noble, but her ancestors were catching up with the founding emperor to reform the business system, and she became a well-known wealthy businessman.
According to the eldest maid, Bai Zhi, Mrs. Jiang's appetite has not been very good, and her body has become weaker and weaker. If you want to live a good life in the second half of your life, the support of your mother's family is essential. Jiang Shuyao wanted to hug Mrs. Xiangyang's uncle's thigh tightly, so she imported it from the diet and hurriedly brewed this can of cornel oil.
It's not that Mrs. Jiang has a health problem, but that she suffered a loss in diet when she fought with Yingyingyanyan in the backyard of Uncle Xiangyang. After a few years of diet, her appetite has not been good.
As a well-known food blogger, Jiang Shuyao has published several issues of ancient food, among which cornel oil is specially introduced. Before chili peppers were introduced into China, eating dogwood was one of the main sources of spicy spices in Sichuan cuisine.
"Compendium of Materia Medica" records that eating cornel "is pungent and bitter. The natives collect it in August, smash and filter to get the juice, and stir it with lime. It is called mugwort oil, also called spicy rice oil."
Speaking of appetizers, Sichuan cuisine is definitely at the top of the list. With dogwood oil, with ginger and pepper, you can make the spicy taste of Sichuan cuisine.
The carriage staggered to the Uncle Mansion in Xiangyang, and Xie Xun got off the carriage first.
Xiangyang Uncle and his wife were waiting at the door, their eyes lit up when they saw Xie Xunjun, and they thought that this was their son-in-law. The two felt a sense of pride and guilt for ruining him.
Xie Xun felt that the eyes of the two were a little strange, but he didn't think much about it.
He was stunned when he turned around.
I saw Jiang Shuyao getting out of the car tremblingly, looking like a weak Liu Fufeng, stepping on the footstool and "floating" down lightly.
His eyebrows were downcast, the water in his eyes floated, and he stepped forward to greet him, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Father, mother."
Xie Xun's calm face rarely showed a look of astonishment. This is the same as Jiang Shuyao, who was talking full of anger in the car, holding the tank and not letting go.
Seeing this, Mrs. Xiangyang nodded with satisfaction, and stepped forward to hold her hand: "Slim..."
Seeing that Uncle Xiangyang behaved well, he should not have embarrassed Uncle Xiangyang, so he smiled at Xie Xun: "The little girl is coddled, I hope Bo Yuan will take care of her." Bo Yuan is Xie Xun's word.
Xie Xun coughed lightly, and regained the appearance of Mr. Qianqian. He quickly agreed, trailing Xiangyang Bo half into the mansion, and after a few back and forth, he chatted with Xiangyang Bo very happily.
Jiang Shuyao also spent some time with Mrs. Xiangyang before she got married. At a glance, she could see that she was not looking well at the moment, and said with concern: "Mother, what's the matter with you?"
Mrs. Xiangyang held her hand a little harder, but she couldn't hold back and complained, "You know, those people in the backyard wanted to come forward to greet you just now, and we have been making troubles in our house for so many years. Don't worry, they still want to get closer when you go back to the door today, they really forgot who they are. The old fool actually agreed. If I hadn't debated with him in detail, I'm afraid they would have been lost today. As they wished."
She lowered her voice, but the anger rose, and her voice was still not low enough. Uncle Xiangyang couldn't hear it, but Xie Xun, who had an extraordinary ear, could hear it clearly.
Jiang Shuyao advised: "Mother, don't be angry, it's not worth your while to be angry."
"Don't worry, I was just a little angry, but they didn't ask for it at all."
Hearing this, Xie Xun was inevitably embarrassed and quickened his pace. The back house of Uncle Xiangyang's mansion was as absurd as rumored, and Uncle Xiangyang sounded very different from the average mistress.
"Well, of course, mother, you are the best." Jiang Shuyao knew that Mrs. Xiangyang had made it a routine to fight with several concubines in the house. As long as Mrs. Xiangyang's house was not dead, Mrs. Xiangyang would Always take a breath to deal with them, it is probably the fun of fighting for so many years.
The number of people in Xiangyang Uncle's mansion is thin, only Xiangyang Uncle entertains his son-in-law in the front yard, Jiang Shuyao and Xiangyang Uncle's wife go to the backyard hand in hand.
As soon as she stepped into the backyard, Mrs. Xiangyang's face was radiant. At this moment, Jiang Shuyao, who married Xie Xun, was her trophy. The fairies who always jumped out to provoke her were all huddled in the yard today.
She sighed with emotion: "Yaoyao, my mother's bad anger for so many years has finally come out. No matter how much they go to the camp, they will never be able to turn over and step on your head."
Entering the main courtyard and stepping over the threshold, she suddenly swayed and almost lost her footing.
Jiang Shuyao quickly helped her to sit on the chair: "Mother, what's the matter with you?"
Uncle Xiangyang slowed down for a while, then waved her hand and said, "It's okay."
The mammy next to her stepped forward and explained, "Madam has lost her appetite for the past few days. Since the young lady got married, she has only eaten two or three bowls of vegetarian porridge."
Jiang Shuyao knew that her appetite was not very good, but she did not expect it to be so serious.
She looked at Mrs. Xiangyang uncle worriedly, this look made Mrs. Xiangyang's heart warm, and she gently touched her head: "Yaoyao, my mother has never suffered any hardships in her life, her family is wealthy, and the wealth accumulated by her ancestors from generation to generation. No matter how much I spend my life, I can't spend it all. I often can't sleep and wonder if my huge family business will fail one day. Of course, this will never happen. I have some talent in business and accumulated money more and more…”
Jiang Shuyao: …
"Hey, I have to have you as a precious girl. You don't have to worry about money; power, you have your aunt and cousin to support it, well, your father's bastard is barely counted, I worry about your marriage the most. Now that you are married well, I am relieved." Mrs. Xiangyang's tone became more gentle, "Mother's body is getting worse and worse..."
Jiang Shuyao's heart clenched again.
At this time, a maid came over in a hurry, went around to the mama and said something, and the mama stepped forward to interrupt Mrs. Xiangyang's words, and said a few words in her ear.
"The body and bones are getting worse and worse." Mrs. Xiangyang shook her sickly appearance just now, and slapped her palm fiercely.
"Okay, these skinless and faceless things dare to provoke me, let's see if I don't tear off a layer of their skin!" She stood up abruptly and roared with anger, ignoring Jiang Shuyao who was squatting in front of her. , led a bunch of maids and old ladies and rushed out.
When Jiang Shuyao reacted, they were long gone in the yard.
"Miss?" Seeing Jiang Shuyao froze in place for a long time, Bai Zhi called out softly.
Jiang Shuyao returned to her senses, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and shook her head helplessly: "Let's go, go to the kitchen."
Bai Zhi blinked: "Huh?"
"Mother has been losing her appetite recently, all I can do is make a few appetizers for her, and the rest..." Thinking of Mrs. Xiangyang's aggressive appearance just now, she really couldn't get involved.
Bai Zhi nodded and followed her to the big kitchen, where a maid had already carried the cornel oil.
Jiang Shuyao quickly scanned the ingredients in the kitchen, ordered two Sichuan dishes, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking.
The people around her were terrified and at a loss as to what to do around her.
"Why are you standing there, work?" Jiang Shuyao said.
The usual liveliness resumed in the kitchen, but countless eyes swept to Jiang Shuyao from time to time, for fear that she would accidentally demolish the kitchen.
The founding emperor of this dynasty was extremely capable. He built water conservancy, reformed commerce, opened shipping, and implemented imperial examinations... However, this boss is not a person who is serious about his mouth. It's just a matter of inventing iron pot cooking. He himself has a light diet, which leads to more light and fragrant dishes nowadays.
Jiang Shuyao is not as good as the chef's craftsmanship, but he has a lot of knowledge. Even if he changes the pattern every day, he can keep the same pattern three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Seeing her neat technique, everyone was amazed and puzzled. When the seasonings were put into the pot and stir-fried, and the rich spicy flavors rose in the kitchen, everyone ignored the rules and whispered to each other.
Although there were only four guests and hosts this time, the dishes were still rich and exquisite. After Mrs. Xiangyang cleaned up a bunch of bad people in the backyard, she ran into Jiang Shuyao who followed the serving girls to the main room.
"What's the smell on your body?" As soon as she approached, she smelled the faint spicy smell on Jiang Shuyao's body, and couldn't help frowning.
Seeing that she wanted to lecture again, Jiang Shuyao quickly hugged her arm: "Mother, didn't you say that your appetite has been bad recently, so my daughter went to the kitchen to cook two dishes for you."
"Yaoyao, you have a heart." Mrs. Xiangyang's tone softened a lot in an instant, "With your heart, everything will be delicious today."
Her own daughter knew that although Mrs. Xiangyang was moved, the first thing she did when she arrived in the house was to instruct the serving maid: "Put the dishes made by the young lady in front of the master."
Uncle Xiangyang was talking to Xie Xun about the style of the North, when his ears heard this sentence, his brows jumped, and he turned to look at Uncle Xiangyang.
Mrs. Xiangyang Uncle would never give Jiang Shuyao face in front of Xie Xun: "Yaoyao knew that I had a bad appetite today, so she specially cooked two dishes, filial piety is commendable."
Xiangyang Bogan laughed twice, then turned to Xie Xun and said, "Haha, Yaoyao has always been virtuous and filial."
Xie Xun's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded in agreement.
Xiangyang Bo's words have already been exported, even if Jiang Shuyao made poison, he would have to pick two chopsticks and compliment him.
The maids filed in, placed the plate and uncovered the cover, and the movements flowed like water.
The lid of the dish placed in front of Uncle Xiangyang was lifted, and an unfamiliar, rich and spicy smell spread out instantly, and the domineering spicy taste made people swallow saliva subconsciously.
Jiang Shuyao introduced: "This is Mapo tofu, and this is boiled fish fillet."
Mapo tofu with eight characters, spicy, crispy, fresh, hot and tender. Evenly sized diced tofu is piled together, the sauce is red and bright, and the shallots are dotted. inspired.
The boiled fish fillets are packed in a deep-mouthed disk, with a layer of bright red oil floating on the surface, the color is clear, the bottom is full of tender white fish, and the top is dotted with green chopped green onion, just the strong color contrast is called People have an appetite.
"Dad, can you try it?" Jiang Shuyao looked at Uncle Xiangyang expectantly.
In any case, the first two of the three can be considered top-grade. Xiangyang Bo used chopsticks to pick a piece of fish. The smooth and tender fish fillet was wrapped in soup, and fell into the white porcelain bowl. It swayed slightly, and it was full of elasticity. .
As soon as I entered the mouth, the fresh and slightly spicy taste swept in. There was no fishy smell at all, but the unique umami taste was doubled. .
Uncle Xiangyang didn't say a word, he picked up several slices and put them in his mouth. After he was full of addiction, he painfully spit out a word: "Very good."