After dinner, there is nothing to do, and the doors are closed and the lights are turned off.
In the bedroom, Mrs. Zhou was lying beside Wen Shouzheng, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
"Father, have you noticed that Rou'er has changed a lot recently, she's not as naughty as before."
"Yes! Rou'er has finally grown up and is sensible." Wen Shouzheng turned over.
"Tomorrow, the owner will be happy. I have a free day, thinking that our family hasn't gone out for a picnic for a long time, why not..." After a while, Wen Shouzheng's thick voice sounded, slightly warm.
"Alright, Ting'er also said that my husband has been ill recently and has to suspend school for three days, so he has to be free." There was some joy in Zhou's voice.
"This brat, who failed in school, refuses to learn how to cook with me. Think of me as Wen Shouzheng, with a unique skill and famous in Xianyang..."
"Okay, I have been boasting for decades, his father, go to sleep!"
Wen Rou was next door, lying quietly, thinking back to the days after rebirth, there was a tearing pain in his chest, as if the sharp arrow that was deeply inserted in his heart was still there, as if the life and death of his relatives were right in front of his eyes. Thinking of this, two lines of tears poured out without warning, slid across her fair and delicate face, and dripped silently into the bedding...
In her previous life, Rourou witnessed the 19 members of the Wen family being ransacked and executed.
The tragedy of elder brother Wen Ting's decapitated place; the tragedy of mother Zhou's unbearable death by hanging herself in the coffin with her daughter-in-law; , throwing away their lives, dying with blood...
Everything, as if just yesterday!
Wen Rou didn't dare to close her eyes, with her loved ones by her side, she was afraid that when she woke up, she would return to that snowy night again.
At the moment when thousands of arrows pierced the heart, the dead came back to life, returning to the youthful years, with relatives still by my side, this must be the favor of God!
Let her, who is as soft as spring water, live again, without any regrets; let the pure and kind-hearted her avoid the scourge of the previous life, and protect all relatives; black and white upside down...
Then, she will live up to the pity of God and live a good life again!
In her previous life, she was just a well-behaved daughter behind her father, ignorant and innocent. When the catastrophe was approaching, she couldn't do anything, but at the moment of parting from life and death, she lamented her own incompetence and lamented the helplessness of life's meanness!
In this life, she must be a big tree to shelter her family from wind and rain, and stretch the world for herself!
Gentle buried her head and face in the quilt, letting the tears soak the cotton wool.
She secretly swore that she would never let the tragedy of the previous life happen again, and she would definitely avenge the bloody revenge of the previous life!
The gentle and clear eyes in the dark are like bright stars in the night sky.
In the boundless darkness, she seemed to see those two people smiling at herself.
...
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, in the 28th year of Chengde, the world was peaceful at that time, and there were no weapons. The common people live in a fixed place and have no worries about food and clothing.
It's winter time.
On this day, the sun is shining, bringing a little warmth to the early winter.
On the outskirts of Xianyang, the beautiful singing of a young girl can be heard.
"Rou'er, why are you so happy?" Zhou asked with a smile.
Gentle sticking out her tongue, she thought to herself: Inexplicably reborn as a twelve-year-old, I'm really overjoyed.
"Ting'er, Rou'er, come and help!" Wen Shouzheng yelled loudly, while slowly removing a blue cloth bundle and spreading it on the ground.
"Father, it's coming!" He responded softly and crisply, holding a handful of messy firewood, and ran to Wen Shouzheng's side bouncing up and down.
Mrs. Zhou helped light the firewood and set up the pot from the side.
Looking at the familiar figures of his parents, his gentle nasal cavity suddenly became sore. It's great to have loved ones by your side! She tried her best to hold back the tears from her eye sockets.
"Mother, here to help you!" Rourou stretched out her little hand and threw a few branches under the pot.
"Carefully burn your hands!" Zhou was afraid that the firewood would burn her tender little hands.
"Where's Ting'er?" Wen Shouzheng stopped his hands, stood up and looked around.
But I saw a boy in gray blue cotton padded clothes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a linear book, sitting quietly on a bluestone not far away.
The warm sun covered the whole body, and the young man's fair face, with regular features, looked brighter and brighter, which was somewhat similar to gentleness.
The elder brother is still as weak as before, and he is still addicted to books. The tender heart smiled secretly, and there was infinite beauty for a while.
"Smelly boy! Get over here!" Wen Shouzheng shouted several times, seeing that Wen Ting still seemed to have never heard of it, and was still looking at the book on his own, and he didn't get angry.
Immediately, he grabbed a handful of muddy peanuts from his bag and smashed them at Wen Ting.
"Which bastard threw me away!" Wen Ting was caught off guard, hurt from being hit, jumped up suddenly, and roared angrily.
"It's me, the bastard!" Wen Shouzheng pointed to his nose with a dark face.
"Father, it's you, you lost it, you lost it well..." Wen Ting was startled, smiled sarcastically, patted the dirt on his body a few times, and took out a dirty piece of soil from his neck, which was not bad. Reluctantly, he closed the book, put it away carefully, and walked towards this side slowly.
"Read and read, you know how to read all day long! You failed three times as a child, why don't you learn how to cook with me early!" Wen Shouzheng buried his head, ignoring Wen Ting beside him, complaining constantly.
Wen Ting looked ugly, but he didn't dare to speak out.
"Father, there are so many delicious foods!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Ruan quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, these are all leftovers from Zuixianlou. I thought about throwing them away, so I took them home." Responding to the gentle words, Wen Shou continued to pick up the pieces.
The front is okay, some sweet potatoes, cabbage, radishes...
Followed by pork, ham, duck eggs, mushrooms...
Looking gentle and dumbfounded.
Seriously, cooks don't steal, and don't harvest grain!
Finally, Wen Shouzheng took out a whole naked chicken from the package, and saw that the chicken was intact, with all the feathers all over its body completely stripped off, making it look more like a fat chicken.
"Father, are these also leftovers from Zuixianlou?" Rourou finally couldn't hold back, reached out to take the clean whole chicken, deliberately picked up the shiny black chicken feet, looked at it carefully, and smiled narrowly asked.
"En." Wen Shouzheng responded.
"Such a fat chicken is thrown away as scraps, don't you all use chicken feathers for cooking in Zuixianlou?" Rourou smiled and asked again on purpose.
"go away!"
Wen Shouzheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the gentle teasing, and grabbed the chicken with his hands, a tinge of black and red immediately appeared on his plump and fair face, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.
"Father, I'm hungry." Rourou quickly made a grimace, gently shook Wen Shouzheng's arm, and acted coquettishly.
"Wait!" Wen Shouzheng snorted, and took out a food box from his arms. The gold-painted peonies and glazed pictures were very delicate.
"Golden thread crisps from the capital, try it." While speaking, Wen Shouzheng opened the food box deftly, and there were neatly packed small and delicate pastries, which looked like golden thread peonies, very lifelike.
"Delicious!" Tasted gently, the mouth was crispy, and it disappeared in an instant.
"That's natural, the century-old secret recipe, the emperor is full of praise after eating it!" Wen Shouzheng said proudly.
"The century-old secret recipe!" Wen Wen was amazed, but suddenly startled, when the golden silk crisps in his mouth melted, the scene of the pastry chef carefully cooking appeared in his mind...
Maybe it was an illusion, Wen Rou didn't think much, and squeezed another piece into his mouth: "Father, you are so kind! Such delicate pastries must be very expensive, right?"
"You are stupid, when did father be so generous, this cake must be from the restaurant!" Wen Ting squeezed two pieces, stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely.
"Go away and go to work! I've never seen you so smart when you're studying!" Wen Shouzheng was a little embarrassed to get off the stage, and immediately kicked up.
Wen Ting got kicked, grunted and slipped to the side to eat.
These two bastards are going to piss me off! I'm not for you too!
Wen Shouzheng ignored the two little bastards, and lowered his head to play with the naked chicken.
Ruan remembers seeing "white-cut chicken" in a cookbook in her previous life, saying that it "is the taste of Taitang Yuanjiu", which shows the status of white-cut chicken in the hearts of diners.
At this moment, what Wen Shouzheng is cooking is white-cut chicken...
I saw that the bare chicken was tied on the bamboo frame and had been soaked. The chicken was white and yellow, and it was emitting heat.
Wen Shouzheng opened a clay pot beside him, carefully scooped some oily black and shiny cold brine from the pot with a small spoon, and began to pour it on the chicken meticulously.
Don't look at Wen Shouzheng's bluffing on weekdays, but when he was pouring the chicken, his expression was quite solemn, and his movements were slow and careful, one spoonful after another, pouring the brine from the chicken head to the chicken feet, repeated several times, Only then did the clay pots be put away.
Gentle and curious: "Father, this brine must be old."
Wen Shouzheng said proudly: "Good eyesight, this pot contains the brine of the No. 1 chicken in Yangcheng 'Changle Chicken'. The fire has never been cut off for a hundred years, even in wars and turmoil. It is a brine that must be saved with one's life. Shopkeeper Er Li entrusted someone to buy a small bucket with a lot of money, and I happened to take some and use it for researching new dishes."
Zhou, Wen Ting, and Rou couldn't help clicking their tongues!
Wen Shouzheng kept his hands on, moving the knife like flying. He unscrambled the chicken with a sharp knife and continued, "This dish is the Changle chicken that I personally reformed. This chicken is not boiled, but soaked in brine, and then cooked with old meat. The brine passes through the cold bridge, so that the stewed flavor naturally seeps into the chicken. Try it, the taste is mellow and delicious, the skin is crispy and the meat is smooth.”
Gentle glanced at the pot, and saw that the water in which the chicken was boiled just now was crimson and clear, it turned out that brine was added!
While talking, the whole chicken has been sliced, placed on a plate, and finally topped with dipping sauce.
A chicken was chopped exquisitely, and the plate was also exquisitely arranged. The head of the chicken was straight forward, and the left and right wings were separated, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high.
Wen Rou couldn't wait to put a piece into his mouth, only to feel that the skin was smooth and the meat was smooth, light and delicious, with a hint of flavor, and the most wonderful thing was that even the bones were so delicious that it made people linger in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
"It's really delicious!" Wen Ting exclaimed repeatedly after tasting it, without the demeanor of a scholar.
The chicken is cooked in vain, and the even chicken is fully utilized.
Wen Shouzheng boiled unseen eggs and shredded chicken with red dates, wolfberries, and rice wine. The soup tastes sweet, the aroma of wine reverberates, the taste is moderate, moist and warm.
Zhou Shi took a sip, his comfortable eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
Wen Shouzheng then quickly prepared a few more vegetarian dishes. The craftsmanship was not in vain, and the whole family naturally smiled when they ate it, and their stomachs were bloated!
"This is..." Gently and greedily sucked the old brine remaining on his fingertips, he was suddenly stunned again, and a scene appeared in his mind again: in a certain kitchen, an old man who had never seen it before was carefully making With a bucket of brine, more than 30 kinds of ingredients, and 19 procedures, all of them are very clear.
Could it be...
An idea popped up in Wen Rou's mind, and suddenly heard Wen Ting's voice.
"Speaking of which, father, this old brine is so precious, you take so much, won't shopkeeper Li find out?"
Wen Rou came back to her senses, glanced at Wen Shouzheng stealthily, saw veins appearing on his forehead, and thought that something was wrong with his brother.
Sure enough, there was a "slap", a clear and sharp slap on the face, and then Wen Shouzheng roared: "You bastard, let me expose my shortcomings!"
003 Secret brine