Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

Chapter 62

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Today, the two of them had a very full meal. After Xie Xun finished eating, he went back to the study to read as usual. After a while, he folded back with a book in his hand.

"The study is too stuffy," he explained.

Jiang Shuyao gave an "oh", then lowered his head to write and draw again.

Xie Xun tried unsuccessfully to attract attention, so he sat down obediently at the table and read a book with her.

The east wing is very quiet, there is a slight cicada in the yard, and the breeze blows into the house, bringing a unique quietness of a summer night.

After Jiang Shuyao finished painting the pots and pans in her hand, she stretched and asked Xie Xun, "Are you still doing it tonight?" She ate too much in the afternoon, and now she is not greedy.

Xie Xun raised his eyes and replied, "It's up to you. If you want, then we'll go."

Jiang Shuyao rubbed his chin and said, "Isn't it not good for us to do this secretly every day."

Xie Xun comforted: "It will be justifiable in a few days."

"Forget it." Jiang Shuyao sighed, "Let's be more restrained." You can't eat haise for supper every night.

She patted her belly, and these days have been a lot more rounded.

Xie Xun nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, you still have to pay attention to your body." Controlling appetite is the foundation of cherishing happiness and prolonging life.

Bai Zhi, who had just entered the house, covered her mouth in surprise.

God, what did she hear? ! "Sneaky every day", "Temperance", "Pay attention to your body"...

Listening to these thought-provoking words, she secretly took a small step forward, and happened to see Jiang Shuyao rubbing her belly.

The amount of information was too large, and Angelica was almost frightened away.

She stabilized her mind and hurriedly stepped out.

Jiang Shuyao didn't know that Bai Zhi went back and shook her hands to write to Mrs. Xiangyang. She stood up and walked to the corner of the wing: "Come here, I'll show you something good."

Xie Xun put down the book and walked inside with her.

There was a low table in an unremarkable corner with a thick blanket over it.

Jiang Shuyao walked over and lifted the blanket, revealing two porcelain bowls with wooden lids.

"I don't eat supper, but I can have two bowls of yogurt, which happens to promote digestion." Jiang Shuyao lifted the lid.

"Yogurt?" Xie Xun looked into the bowl. The celadon bowl was filled with pure white yogurt. The surface was smooth as cream, like a white egg custard, and like a tofu brain.

At this time, yogurt had already appeared, but it was only popular among nomads, and the name was not yogurt, so Xie Xun had never heard of it.

"Compendium of Materia Medica" records: "The cheese-making method uses half a scoop of milk, fry it in a pot, put it in the milk and boil it for ten times, often stir it with a scoop, pour it out, put it in a jar and wait for it to cool, but add a little bit of old cheese. Seal it up and you're done."

Jiang Shuyao is an ancient yogurt made according to this method. In the early morning, I boiled fresh milk, put in the daigo primer I bought the day before, covered it with a blanket for five hours, and the thick and delicate yogurt was ready.

Because the small kitchen was sealed, the celadon bowls and spoons were still delivered from the second room, which made the two bowls of yogurt in front of them especially precious.

Jiang Shuyao was unwilling to eat it like this: "It would be nice if I could cut some fruit in it. In summer, I should eat yogurt and fruit."

Xie Xun said, "Then let's go get some fruit."

Now that it is approaching the time of day, except for the servants who are on duty at night, most of the people have returned to their rooms and went to bed one after another.

In the evening, there are masters who call boil soup, and masters who call sober soup, but no one asks to bring fruit in the evening, which will definitely arouse the suspicion of the mammy who is always watching.

Once raw and cooked twice, Xie Xun and Jiang Shuyao sneaked out of the yard with yogurt in their hands.

The two of them turned into the big kitchen, took out the watermelon and grapes from the water tank, cut them up with the bananas, and threw them into the yogurt.

After stirring with a spoon, the thick yogurt wraps the fruits of different colors, the watermelon pieces are bright red, the grapes are crystal clear, and the banana slices are soft and glutinous, which looks fresh and cool.

The two dug out the small kitchen with a big bowl and came to the old stronghold behind the small garden rockery.

After some tossing, I can finally enjoy the fruit.

Jiang Shuyao picked up the bowl and touched Xie Xun's.

With a crisp "ding", she laughed happily: "Cheers."

Xie Xun was amused by her: "What kind of toast is this?"

"Since you said so, then you will have a drink after you finish eating."

"What about dieting?"

"Alcohol is not food."

Xie Xun had no choice but to shake her head helplessly.

The sour and refreshing milk scent of yogurt lingered on the tip of his nose, Xie Xun stopped arguing with her, picked up the spoon and stirred it.

The yogurt is very thick, but it is very delicate and silky when mixed. Because the diced fruit is wrapped in it, it is slightly hindered when stirring.

Put aside the diced fruit first, scoop a spoonful of thick yogurt into the mouth, a mellow milky fragrance blooms on the tip of the tongue, without chewing, the yogurt naturally melts in the mouth.

The yogurt is sweet and sour, with a sandy sweetness of coarse sugar, and a mellow milky fragrance, with rich taste. The smooth and tender yogurt has a plump and long-lasting lusciousness, with the sweet and fruity aroma of the fruit, injecting a refreshing coolness into the whole body.

"Delicious, right?" Jiang Shuyao bit the spoon and squinted happily.

"Yeah." Xie Xun licked the yogurt on his lower lip, also bubbling with happiness.

The banana slices are soft and fragrant, chewing together with the thick yogurt, glutinous and slightly sweet, adding a unique fragrance to the yogurt.

Taking a bite of the watermelon, the fresh sweet juice splashed in the mouth, wrapped in plump and smooth yogurt, it tasted sweet and sour, thick and moist.

There was no wind at this time, but I felt a refreshing cool breeze mixed with the fragrance of fruit blowing across my face, and the dryness and heat all over my body were blown away, and it was transformed into the bright moonlight.

Perhaps it is because the yogurt comes from the nomadic peoples in the northwest, and it tastes unique there, with the breeze of the vast grassland and the bright moon by the Qinghai Lake.

Jiang Shuyao held the bowl, looked up at the sky with his neck up, and sighed, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Xie Xun also raised his neck.

"It's a pity there is no wind," she said.

"Then go somewhere windy."

Jiang Shuyao turned to look at him suspiciously.

Xie Xun's face showed a rare hearty boyishness: "The moonlight on the roof is more beautiful."

"Roof?" Jiang Shuyao was slightly surprised.

Xie Xun stood up and extended his hand to her.

Jiang Shuyao put his hand on naturally, was pulled up by Xie Xun, and led him up to the roof.

The roof is not high, and it is very stable to step on the tiles. Jiang Shuyao was a little scared at first, but when he officially sat down, there was only novelty and joy.

The roof has a wide field of vision, the moonlight is bright and clear, and the wind is refreshing and gentle. If neither of the two is holding a bowl, the scene will be more romantic.

"Let's climb the roof more in the future." Jiang Shuyao said, "Bring some wine."

Xie Xun was about to nod his head after listening to the first half, but frowned after listening to the second half: "Is there any woman in the boudoir who loves wine like you?"

Jiang Shuyao said unhappily, "What's the matter, not allowed?"

Xie Xun quickly explained: "No, I'm just a little strange." He had never heard of any woman or woman who loved wine.

But Jiang Shuyao was different from others.

He loosened his brows and said with a smile, "That's exactly who you are. It's weird, and there is peace and comfort that others don't have."

"Are you good words?" Jiang Shuyao hummed.

Xie Xun nodded: "Of course it's a good word."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Shuyao and said seriously, "You're so good."

Before Jiang Shuyao could react, he spoke again.

"There were too many misunderstandings when we met." He closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at Jiang Shuyao, "I knew you from a few words, and when I didn't know you well enough, I was prejudiced against you, and even ignored you and treated you poorly. Feel sorry."

He apologized so solemnly, Jiang Shuyao was a little uncomfortable, and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay." It's embarrassing to say anything about this, and it's impossible to explain it clearly.

Xie Xun was silent for a few seconds, then hesitantly took out something from his arms: "... This is an apology."

Jiang Shuyao said "Huh?"

Xie Xun hesitated, shoved the thing into Jiang Shuyao's hand in one go.

With a cool object stuffed into his hand, Jiang Shuyao picked it up and saw that it was a wooden hairpin with meticulous carving.

The wooden hairpin was polished to an extremely smooth, warm and silky touch. The head of the hairpin was engraved with a pair of parallel lotuses, which were lifelike.

"This is?" She was a little surprised.

Xie Xun's ears turned red, his tone was still flat, but his expression revealed his nervousness.

"I carved this myself, it's not a good thing, but I thought about apologizing and paying attention to my heart, so I made it myself."

Xie Xun's rotten wooden hairpins are not 100 or 80. Every day in the East Palace, he secretly polishes and carves.

Jiang Shuyao suddenly received a gift, but he didn't react for a long time, and looked at the wooden hairpin blankly, and the surprise came to his mind.

But Xie Xun thought she didn't like it, and felt so embarrassed for a while that she wanted to jump off the roof.

"Well, if you don't like to throw it away, it's not worth a lot of money. I'll buy you some more money." He pretended to be calm and authentic, "It's even more gorgeous than what Concubine Lin gave."

Jiang Shuyao ignored him and touched the smooth wooden hairpin, feeling that the temperature of his arms still remained on the hairpin.

In her mind, Xie Xun appeared with a cold, detached face, sitting on the intricately sculpted Bing Tilian, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's fine," she said.

When Xie Xun heard her laugh, he became even more annoyed and shy.

Jiang Shuyao raised his hand, inserted the wooden hairpin into the bun, and poked Xie Xun with his elbow: "Does it look good?"

Xie Xun turned around, the two of them looked at each other, and the moonlight shrouded Jiang Shuyao like a veil of mist, giving her an unreal beauty.

Jiang Shuyao felt Xie Xun's gaze fell on her face, her cheeks were slightly hot, waiting for his praise.

"... You really are more suitable for gold jewelry." Xie Xun said solemnly.

The ambiguous atmosphere was shattered before it rose.

Jiang Shuyao was still a little moved the first second, but the next second he wanted to kick Xie Xun off the roof.

Before she had time to be impulsive, a yin and yang scream suddenly came from the lower courtyard of the house: "Third Master, Third Madam."

Xie Xun and Jiang Shuyao were startled and looked down the house.

The maid sent by the old lady raised her head to look at them with a long face, followed by a mighty group of maids and maids.