As Xie Xun thought, closing the small kitchen had little effect on Jiang Shuyao.
She told Zhou Shi that she wanted to borrow the small kitchen of the second room to make lunch, and Zhou Shi had no choice. She became interested and came to the small kitchen with a cane to watch the fun.
Jiang Shuyao plans to make knife-cut noodles today.
She took off the damp cloth covering the basin and took out the prepared dough for kneading. If you want to make a bowl of fragrant tendon noodles, you must knead the noodles well.
It was the first time that Zhou Shi saw someone kneading his face, so he watched intently with a cane.
Kneading dough pays attention to strength and patience. Jiang Shuyao rolled up her sleeves and kneaded the dough at a leisurely pace. The rhythm was even and the movements were smooth. The dough became soft, even and shiny under her hands.
It was obviously very boring, but Zhou Shi was attracted by her very soothing and smooth movements, and gradually became fascinated.
She injured one leg and could only stand with a single push. Standing for a long time would inevitably cause her legs to get sore, but even so, she still endured the sour clothes and stood beside her, sighing silently, "It's amazing."
Jiang Shuyao said with a smile, "Just kneading some dough."
Seeing that the dough was almost kneaded, Jiang Shuyao adjusted the shape of the dough, picked up an arc-shaped sharpening knife, held the dough in his left hand and the knife in his right, and began to cut the noodles.
She used her wrist dexterously, and the leaves separated from the tip of the knife, like fallen leaves flying, drawing white and bright arcs in the air, and one followed the other and jumped into the pot.
The boiling water in the pot is tumbling, and the noodles and leaves are surging in the middle, which is really beautiful.
Zhou Shi's eyes lit up and he was full of energy, and praised: "Third younger brother and sister, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so good."
"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's swordsmanship." Jiang Shuyao was amused.
Zhou Shi didn't care about these differences, seeing Jiang Shuyao skillfully shaving the noodles, the shadow of the knife swaying, and the technique neat, made her feel itchy.
She couldn't help but said, "Can you let me try it?"
Jiang Shuyao paused, turning around and seeing Zhou Shi eager to try, with an excited expression, he handed her the knife hesitantly.
Zhou Shi took the sharpening knife and stood limping in front of the iron pan, leaning his crutch against his armpit and holding up the dough.
"Be careful, don't get hurt," she reminded.
Zhou shi hadn't been so interested in foreign objects for a long time. At this time, he was in high spirits. Hearing Jiang Shuyao's reminder, he showed a somewhat flamboyant attitude. He raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Can this knife hurt me?"
As she spoke, she made a flower-handle pose, the knife spun quickly in the palm of her hand to form a flower, and with a flick of her wrist, the knife that was spinning in the circle stopped immediately, and happened to hold the handle of the knife.
It was rare for Jiang Shuyao to see her so vivid, and she was infected with a little childishness. She raised her hands and applauded: "Awesome."
Zhou Shi laughed even happier, weighed the dough to find a feel, and raised the sharpening knife to start cutting the noodles.
Jiang Shuyao was just playing around with Zhou Shi, and didn't think she would be able to get started immediately. After all, practice makes perfect for slicing noodles, but as soon as Zhou Shi dropped the knife, she was immediately dumbfounded.
Zhou Shi was even faster than himself, chasing one knife at a time, the white-faced leaves formed a line and flew down. The force is even and the knife is steady. Generally only a skilled chef can have this knife skill.
After Zhou Shi finished cutting the dough, he clapped his hands: "How is it?"
Jiang Shuyao swallowed: "Second sister-in-law, you are amazing."
Zhou Shi was complacent and beamed: "Knives are my specialty. When I killed the barbarians for the first time, I used a small knife—"
Speaking of this, she stopped immediately and looked at Jiang Shuyao nervously.
But Jiang Shuyao did not show the look of disgust and consternation as she imagined, but blinked at her and was extremely curious: "In the beginning? Eat and chat."
Zhou Shi was stunned, and met Jiang Shuyao's clear eyes.
At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and those feelings of unease, low self-esteem, and panic all disappeared in Jiang Shuyao's kind eyes.
She opened a bright and hearty smile, nodded and said, "Okay!"
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There are various toppings for knife-cut noodles, such as meat sauce, sour soup with saozi, eggplant minced and so on.
What Jiang Shuyao made today is the simplest stewed meat and scorpion soup. The sauce-red stewed soup has a light layer of red oil floating on it. The bean paste sauce is full of fragrant sauce.
Ladle a large spoon of steaming stewed soup and pour it on the knife-cut surface. The snow-white knife-cut surface is dyed with a bright red oil color. The soup is thick but not thick.
The knife-sliced noodles are shaped like willow leaves, with smooth and tender exterior and thick and glutinous insides.
The minced meat is in a sauce-like shape, and the knife-cut noodles are intertwined. When they are stirred together, there will be a sticky sound. The flavor of the sauce is dispersed in the air with the heat, making people suddenly feel empty in the stomach, and urgently need to eat the warm sauce-flavored knife-cut noodles to comfort them.
Because he also participated in the process of making the noodles, for Zhou Shi, this knife-cut noodles made it a little more fragrant. He bowed his head and raised his face, the hot air poured on his face, and his nose was stained with a salty fragrance.
The knife-cut noodles are the width of willow leaves, and they will be entangled when they are picked up. You can only open your mouth and put it all in your mouth. Once you enter it, the rich aroma instantly invades all corners of your mouth.
It has the salty and spicy taste of bean paste, the sweet and salty taste of sweet noodle sauce, and the umami and noodle aroma of the soup, all mixed together to form a happy taste.
The knife-cut surface is slippery on the outside, but moist and soft on the inside, soft but not sticky, and very chewy.
Slowly chewing the knife-cut noodles, you can feel its wonderful taste. Together with the distinct and chewy diced lean meat, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.
After the first bite, I couldn't stop. Every chopstick should be wrapped in soup and meat sauce, and the amount in the mouth should be large, so that you can fully feel the chewiness of the knife-cut noodles.
Zhou ate comfortably and happily. After eating, he only felt that he had forgotten all his worries and troubles. He just wanted to take a trip to the soft collapse and sleep comfortably in the sun.
She suddenly understood Jiang Shuyao's easy-going temperament. If she knew how to cook and cook happily every day, she would not only feel the satisfaction of cooking by herself, but also feel the benefits brought by food. Happy, how can you worry about this and that all day long.
Thinking of this, she shuddered, slapped the table, and blurted out, "Brother and sister, what do you think of me!"
Jiang Shuyao was wiping her mouth when she was startled by her shout. She raised her head to meet Zhou's bright and piercing eyes, and stammered, "Look, what are you looking at?"
"Me, what do you think of me!"
Jiang Shuyao didn't turn the corner, and replied stupidly: "Uh, second sister-in-law, you are very good, you are very good, you are loyal to others, and you look good-"
Zhou Shi was stunned by her praise, interrupted her uncomfortably, and returned to the topic, exuding excitement all over his body: "What's the matter, I said what do you think of me, did you cook? How about I learn how to cook with you?"
Jiang Shunhao finally reacted and said, "Of course, if you want to learn, second sister-in-law, I will naturally teach it."
Seeing her promise, Mrs. Zhou was so happy that if she hadn't been crippled, she would have rushed over and hugged Jiang Shuyao for a spin.
She couldn't wait to pull Jiang Shuyao to the kitchen immediately and play with all kinds of kitchen knives. This battle made Jiang Shuyao have to find an excuse to escape, um... The excited second sister-in-law was a little dangerous.
So Jiang Shuyao just went to the second room to cook a meal, and when he came back, he had an apprentice inexplicably.
Because the Zhou family was too excited, Jiang Shuyao couldn't stand it. She didn't dare to go to her place to cook at night, so she could only eat dinner made by the big kitchen in the end.
When Xie Xun came back, he saw the familiar food on the table, and slumped his shoulders sullenly.
Happily and happily for dozens of days, and then hit back before getting married.
Jiang Shuyao didn't pick up his mouth when eating, and ate normally as usual, but Xie Xun was different, and stopped his chopsticks perfunctorily.
Thinking that there will be no delicious lunch tomorrow, he is even more depressed and has no appetite.
The old lady sent someone to seal the kitchen, and she left a nanny to sit in the town, so as to take this opportunity to clean up the scattered and leisurely atmosphere of the three parties.
If it was Xie Xun in the past, he would definitely be very happy, after all, he likes to be quiet and he is very disciplined. But now he's not used to it. The fluttering kitten in the corner is gone, the little maids playing in the corner are gone, and the lounge chair dedicated to Jiang Shuyao in the courtyard is gone... He felt awkward, and he actually felt a little bit against his mother's arrangement. .
Instead, Jiang Shuyao adapted well, reading miscellaneous books in the wing to pass the time.
Xie Xun walked into the east wing angrily, saw Jiang Shuyao's leisurely and peaceful appearance, and went out angrily, wandering around the mansion of Xie Guogong.
Before, I had developed the habit of eating casually for dinner and having supper in the past. When it was time for supper, Jiang Shuyao was habitually hungry.
She drank a few glasses of underwater belly pads, and the more she drank, the more hungry she became.
She wanted to fill her stomach with some pastries, but she was really not interested in sweet and greasy pastries.
When people were greedy, their hearts panicked. Jiang Shuyao walked out of the house and unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the big kitchen.
Usually eating supper is tossing in her own courtyard, no one can control her. But now she admitted the punishment and said that she would receive the punishment and seal the kitchen, but she went to the big kitchen and still tossed it, and it was spread out that the old lady was not to blame, she didn't have that face herself.
She looked at the locked large kitchen and planned to leave, but the more she thought about supper, the more greedy she became, and her mind moved. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, she avoided the passing servants and quietly touched the large kitchen window.
Even though he was just having a late night snack, he felt a guilty conscience of being a thief.
Xie Guogong's mansion is very strict, and there will be no incidents of people stealing food, so the cook in the big kitchen just locked the door and did not lock the windows.
Jiang Shuyao opened the window, leaning on the window sill and struggling to turn in.
After landing, she patted the ashes on her cuffs, and was about to light a candle when she heard a noise behind her.
She was startled and tried to hide in a panic, but before she could dodge, the window was suddenly pushed open.
Yue Hua poured in, illuminating Jiang Shuyao's vision, allowing her to see clearly the appearance of the man standing outside the window.
On a quiet night, in the large kitchen barely lit by the moonlight, Jiang Shuyao and Xie Xun outside the window looked at each other, and the air fell into an awkward silence.