Mrs. Xiangyang uncle scolded the old bastard in her heart, and her ability to pretend is really good, but what does the short two words mean? I should say a few more words anyway, where is the ability to coax a concubine on weekdays? .
She hurriedly broke the situation and said with a smile, "All move your chopsticks."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Uncle Xiangyang moved his chopsticks to pick up the boiled fish fillet, and he couldn't help but wonder, when did this old man be so petite, and he sacrificed too much to raise his face for her this time.
However, noble ladies do not need to be good at cooking, filial piety is enough.
She scooped up a spoonful of mutton soup, and the stewed meat was so bad that it melted in the mouth, but the taint in the aftertaste could never go away. I hurriedly picked up a chopstick of vinegar-soaked celery to suppress the taste, but after only two bites, I lost my appetite.
Jiang Shuyao served her a bowl of fresh abalone and chicken soup with bamboo sun at the right time: "Mother, this chicken soup has been simmered with firewood for a long time, and a thin layer of oil has simmered on the surface, so fresh that my tongue is swallowed, you taste taste."
With her persuasion, Mrs. Xiangyang did not refuse even if she had no appetite. After taking a sip, it was indeed the chicken soup that had been simmered with painstaking care.
"Father." Jiang Shuyao served Xiangyang another bowl of chicken soup, and it was very handy to act as a filial daughter.
Uncle Xiangyang enjoyed it so much, a thin layer of thin sweat broke out on his forehead, his tongue was slightly numb, and he couldn't stop after tasting the pungent and spicy taste.
"What kind of soup to drink, someone, bring some wine!"
Mrs. Xiangyang finally noticed something was wrong, and took a few glances at the two plates of brightly colored dishes. Jiang Shuyao immediately scooped a spoonful of Mapo tofu for her with the public spoon.
The tofu is fresh and tender, covered with brown-red sauce, and paired with the crystal white rice, it really makes people curious about the taste of tofu.
She picked up the rice mixed with Mapo tofu and put it in her mouth.
The first reaction is that it is hot, and the goreng juice retains the heat of the tofu well, making the hemp taste better. Maybe it's not hot, but numb. The fresh and heavy numb taste awakens the taste buds. The plump and soft refined rice is matched with the soft tofu that melts in the mouth.
She looked at Jiang Shuyao in amazement, and when she saw her eyes full of smiles, she suddenly understood.
The acquaintance, Mo Ruomu, must be the chef that this girl found. She lied that she cooked it by herself, but she has learned a lot.
She raised her head to look at Xie Xun, and was about to say a few modest words such as "little girl's craftsmanship is not good", but saw that half a bowl of white rice had gone down in front of Xie Xun!
Looking at Xiangyang Uncle's chopsticks, he kept scooping the boiled fish fillets, his face flushed red after eating.
Her words choked in her throat, and she couldn't control that much, so she quickly scooped a few more spoons of Mapo tofu into the bowl.
Stir and swallow, it tastes even more delicious, forgetting that I had a bad appetite just now.
Xie Xun's job quickly bottomed out. He always maintained an elegant and decent posture when eating, not like the uncle Xiangyang who devoured it, so when he finished eating, no one noticed that he was eating too fast and lost his demeanor.
He glanced at the dishes that were about to be cleaned, frowned slightly, retracted his eyes, and waited for Xiangyang Bo to run out.
He was born handsome, and his temperament was cold and distant. At this time, he frowned slightly, and the sense of Junyi's indifference became heavier several times, causing the maids standing and serving around him to take a sneak peek.
I don't know why such an immortal uncle is so troubled.
"The exiled uncle" looked at the soup cup for a while, it was so numb and spicy, I really wanted to drink a cup of tea...
The nobles pay attention to being full when they eat, but today several people have eaten very well, and Jiang Shuyao shows her lazy and boneless appearance again.
The two said goodbye to Xiangyang Bo and his wife and returned to the house. The sun was just right in the afternoon, and the sun was so warm on their bodies that they could hardly open their eyes.
Xie Xun walked beside her and saw her appearance, and couldn't help disgusting, but she was slowed down by her, and walked slowly out of the mansion in the warm sunlight.
"You really made those two dishes just now?" Xie Xun asked, pacing.
Jiang Shuyao responded casually: "Well."
Xie Xun swallowed the rest of his words again, regretting that he had just asked Jiang Shuyao to talk to him, but he was really blinded by the sun.
He quickened his pace and quickly shook off Jiang Shuyao.
Jiang Shuyao looked at his back and muttered, "It's inexplicable."
Xiangyang Uncle's Mansion and Xie Guogong's mansion were not far away. The carriage staggered back and forth. Jiang Shuyao opened the curtain and drooped his head to look out.
Along the way, there was nothing to see except for the various mansions. Jiang Shuyao was just about to put down the curtains when he saw a wooden cart approaching in front of him, turning the corner towards the back door of a mansion.
She saw nothing new and asked, "What is this?"
Bai Zhi wasn't quite sure, but the servant sitting in front of the carriage replied, "If you go back to Madam, this is the Huren store in the West City that came to deliver goat milk."
"Goat milk?" Jiang Shuyao's eyes lit up, "Is there cow's milk?"
"If you go back to Madam, cow's milk is available, but it's expensive. The fourth young master in the house will drink some cow's milk on weekdays."
Emperor Taizu of this dynasty reformed industry and commerce, and the Central Plains and Hudi communicated with each other, making dairy products introduced to the Central Plains earlier.
In the Tang Dynasty, cheese and other cheese products were tributes to the Tang Dynasty royal family by the frontier ethnic minorities in the Tang Dynasty. Some pharmacists also listed cow's milk as a nourishing food.
A book once recorded that "milk comes from cows, cheese comes from milk, cheese comes from cheese, cooked pastry comes from raw pastry, and daigo comes from cooked pastry. Daigo is the best." I already know how to make refined butter such as ghee daigo, not to mention the production method of milk powder, cheese, cottage cheese, dried milk, fermented cheese and other dairy products. In fact, China's sterile fermented milk powder technology is more than 1,200 years earlier than that of foreign countries.
Not to mention dairy products, milk alone can make many simple and delicious desserts.
For example, modern young people's favorite milk tea, there are various types of tea, such as black tea, green tea, oolong tea, etc., with ice cream in summer, and milk-cap taro balls in winter, one sip is full of happiness.
Jiang Shuyao immediately instructed Bai Zhi: "I want milk too!" Thinking of the essential cream for dessert, he described it in detail, and asked Bai Zhi to go to the Huren shop to inquire.
Angelica nodded naturally.
The carriage arrived at Xie Guogong's mansion, and Jiang Shuyao, who was in high spirits, skipped the footstool, and jumped off her skirt carelessly.
Xie Xun saw that she was different from the uncle in Xiangyang, so he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, and then he saw the eldest son of the eldest house, Xie Ye, and the eldest son of the second house, who happened to be returning to the mansion behind her.
His face froze, Jiang Shuyao was embarrassed in front of his two nephews, and he was always embarrassed.
Xie Ye and Xie Ye were also a little embarrassed, and came forward to greet them: "Third uncle, third aunt."
After seeing the ceremony, I saw that Jiang Shuyao was dressed strangely today, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then froze. They suddenly remembered that they were visiting the lake in the spring of the previous year. Jiang Shuyao also dressed like this, and peeked at the young man of the Poetry and Literature Club with a group of little sisters, and had a big embarrassing incident. At that time, they were also in the team being molested.
The two looked at each other and hurriedly evacuated, feeling a little more sympathetic to the third uncle in their hearts.
Xie Xun could guess what they were thinking just by looking at their faces, and his expression became even colder.
Jiang Shuyao didn't know it at all, and hurried to the house: "It's too uncomfortable to put powder on your face, wash your face quickly."
Xie Ye and Xie Ye parted, and went to the big room to go to see Mrs. Xu first. As soon as they stepped into the yard, they heard Mrs. Xu shouting, "Where are they going? Didn't I tell you to take good care of them!"
Xie Ye was a little surprised. His mother was a talented girl from a scholarly family, and she paid the most attention to etiquette. Since he was a child, he never heard her let go of her voice.
"Mother?" He hurried forward and walked to Mrs. Xu.
Seeing him, Mrs. Xu was like seeing a savior, and said anxiously: "Quick, go and catch your brothers back!"
"A Zhao and A Yao?" Xie Ye was puzzled.
Xu Shi was so anxious that he was about to stomp his feet: "Yes, hurry up, don't let them go to your third aunt's yard." In the whole house, no one is wrong to Jiang Shuyao, but only Xie Zhao and Xie Yao always want to go to Jiang Shuyao's yard. . After they came back that day, Mrs. Xu deliberately watched them not let them run around. Today, when Jiang Shuyao returned to the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and was busy with her own business. When she turned her head, the two little guys had already slipped out of sight.
Xie Ye still wanted to ask, but when he saw that Xu Shi's face was not good, he shut up and chased outside in a confused manner.
On the other end, Jiang Shuyao stared at the two little radishes, one fat and one thin, wondering: "Why are you here?"
Ah Zhao spoke like a little adult: "Don't the third aunt welcome us?"
A Yao held a bamboo tube in his hand and nodded.
Jiang Shuyao and the children got along very well, and laughed after hearing it: "Aren't you here to eat?"
Ah Zhao laughed.
She shifted her gaze to the bamboo tube in A Yao's hand: "What is this?"
Ah Zhao replied on his behalf, "Cow's milk, the doctor said that drinking it regularly can strengthen the body."
"Yeah." A Yao nodded, lifted the bamboo cover, took a sip, his face wrinkled into a ball, and closed the cover again.
"Why don't you drink?" Jiang Shuyao asked upon seeing this.
This time, Ah Yao spoke by himself, his voice was as thin as the sound of mosquitoes, and he said slowly, "It's unpleasant to drink."
He was short and raised his head to look at Jiang Shuyao. His big black and white eyes were wet and wet. Jiang Shuyao was hit in an instant.
She took the bamboo tube, opened it and smelled it, the smell of milk was indeed a little heavy.
Leading the two small buns into the kitchen, Jiang Shuyao first heated the milk with almonds and jasmine tea to remove the fishy smell from the milk, then cooled the milk and processed the egg whites at this time.
When she was busy making double skin milk, Xie Ye rushed to Tingfeng Courtyard. He was the same age as Jiang Shuyao, so he should avoid suspicion, so he asked his servants to lead him to Xie Xun's study.
After Xie Xun heard his intention, he suddenly thought of the cross-bridge noodle he ate that night, and looked at the sky to determine whether it was time for dinner.
"Third uncle?" Xie Ye called to bring him back to his senses.
Xie Xun's expression remained unchanged: "I'll go see if they are in her yard."
Xie Ye blushed a little. The children wanted to play with Jiang Shuyao, but they insisted on calling them back, which was putting their dislike of Jiang Shuyao on the table.
He swept Xie Xun's face and saw that his expression remained the same, and he was relieved. Although she was the third uncle's wife, the third uncle probably hated Jiang Shuyao more than them.
Xie Ye followed Xie Xun out, and stopped outside the small courtyard. He didn't want to see this third aunt...
Xie Xun didn't say anything, stepped into the small courtyard and walked directly to the small kitchen.
Sure enough, I saw three people in the small kitchen.
Just after the double skin milk was out of the pot, Jiang Shuyao brought the porcelain bowl out of the pot, and it was so hot that he touched his earlobe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure at the kitchen door, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Xun, and was shocked.