As the sun went down, Wen Shouzheng's family of four were content and staggered.
When passing Shilixiang Winery, he saw a tall and thin young man holding a wine jar in his arms, almost collided with Wen Shouzheng.
"Don't look at the way, Deshun!" Wen Shouzheng frowned.
"Uncle Wen!" Deshun was a little surprised, and said, "What a coincidence, I happened to be looking for you."
"What are you looking for?" Wen Shouzheng touched his nose, and said with a vigilant expression, "Could it be that your father is thinking about something in my back kitchen again?"
"Hehe, it's nothing. This is the good wine that my father specially told me to send you!" Deshun laughed, and there were only two slits where the long eyes were.
"Old man Yin would be so kind? Is this wine not sour?" Wen Shouzheng looked suspiciously at the wine jar.
Yin Deshun's face was full of embarrassment, he forced a smile and said: "How can it be, my father said that Chinese New Year is coming soon, this is plum wine specially reserved for you."
"Well, the wine is not bad. Your father, an old man who never comes out, spends all day at my place playing the autumn wind, and now he finally looks a bit human." Wen Shouzheng leaned close to the mud seal of the wine jar, sniffed it, and said with satisfaction.
"However, this jar is too small." Wen Shouzheng was suddenly dissatisfied again.
Yin Deshun looked at the jar that was barely surrounded by his hands, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.
"Okay, stop teasing Deshun." Mrs. Zhou couldn't stand it.
Wen Shouzheng laughed, and waved his hand: "Boy, send me home!"
"Father, why don't I come." Wen Ting rolled up his sleeves and volunteered.
Yin Deshun looked at Wen Ting's thin arms and hesitated for a moment: "This wine is quite expensive, don't waste it..."
"What are you talking about!" Wen Ting glared.
Wen Shouzheng sighed: "Deshun, you should move."
"Okay!" Yin Deshun readily agreed, and then leaned towards Wenrou, hehe said: "Sister Wenrou, I'll be gone for a while, is it okay?"
"Very good." A smile bloomed on her gentle face, but the chill in her heart penetrated to the marrow.
This fourteen-year-old boy, named Yin Deshun, is the son of owner Yin of Shilixiang Winery in Xianyang. Born with a slick mouth, like his father's wealth and wealth, he is the best at adapting to the wind.
Wen Rou clearly remembers that in her previous life, she and Yin Deshun grew up together since they were young, and they were considered childhood sweethearts. Father and Yin Fugui are good at cooking and wine, and they both eat with their craftsmanship, and their friendship is not bad.
If everything develops according to the trajectory of the previous life, in the next year, Yin Fugui will bring Yin Deshun, three colors and six gifts, and come to propose marriage in person.
In the Wen family hall, Yin Deshun knelt down in front of Wen Shouzheng and his wife, pointed at the sky and the earth, and vowed to treat tenderness as a treasure and never leave it.
Yin Fugui also patted his chest and promised that he would treat her as gentle as his own daughter.
According to Wen Shouzheng's temperament, the good brother who has been drinking for so many years will naturally agree to it back then.
In the previous life, Wen Shouzheng, relying on his culinary skills, finally entered the palace and became an imperial cook, and he was very honored. The Yin family also opened the winery to the capital, and with Wen Shouzheng's name, the business grew even bigger. Naturally, this marriage was also urged very hard, and they wanted the two children to get married as soon as possible.
Back then in Beijing, the two young masters Ren Yue and Sheng Yaoshan had a deep affection for Wen Rou. Although Rou Wen has not married into the Yin family, but Gu Nian has a marriage contract, and is always cautious in his words and deeds, abiding by women's morals. Even though the two handsome young men around him are deeply affectionate, they do not pretend at all.
But never thought that Wen Jiaping was shocked by thunder, Wen Shouzheng was murdered by traitors, framed and poisoned the emperor, suffered injustice, and was sent to prison.
It was this pair of wolf-hearted father and son who never mentioned the matter of getting married, and even treated the Wen family like a scourge, fearing that they would avoid them.
Rourou still remembered that day, after his father was imprisoned, the Wen family was unaccompanied in the capital, and he thought that the Yin family would think about the affection of the in-laws in the future and the decades of friendship between the Wen and Yin families, and come forward and donate money to help his father seek justice .
Unexpectedly, in the face of Wen Rou's begging, all the Yin family turned cold faces, and no one stood up. They wanted to try their best to separate the relationship, even tear up the marriage contract, and drive Wen Wen out of the Yin family's gate.
What makes Wen Wen grit his teeth even more is that when Ren Yue and Sheng Yaoshan risked their lives to save each other, they ran into Yin Deshun on the road...
I never thought that this despicable and despicable person would go to inform the police for a reward.
If not, Ren Yue and Sheng Yaoshan would not have blood stained the wine shop...
Now, the old place is reborn, facing the incomparably caring Yin Deshun today, Wen Rou just feels sick in his heart.
Not long after, we arrived at Wen's house.
"Uncle Wen, I've put this wine here for you. I'll bring it to you after drinking it!" Yin Deshun put down the wine jar.
"Hahahaha, this sounds like something!" Wen Shouzheng patted Yin Deshun's shoulder vigorously.
Yin Deshun smiled flatteringly, tilted his head gently, and smiled again.
He replied with a gentle smile, but his heart was full of anger, and he wished he could immediately crush this extremely annoying face in front of him.
The tragedy of the previous life will never happen again! Despicable and snobbish Yin family, just wait!
Gentle swore secretly, and couldn't help clenching her fists.
After dinner, Wen Shouzheng and Mrs. Zhou went to bed early.
Wen Ting still went back to his room to study.
Lying on the bed tenderly, she couldn't sleep no matter what, the scenes during the day were messy and filled her memory.
By the way, that brine...
Gentle suddenly thought of something, as if between the mouth and tongue, the delicate taste emerged again, and the figure of the strange old man cooking brine in his mind, everything was so clear.
Gentle turned over, couldn't bear it anymore, and tiptoed to the kitchen.
Under the hazy moonlight, I gently searched for the ingredients in my mind: star anise, fennel, cinnamon, bay leaves, cinnamon, amomum, tangerine peel, grass fruit, pepper, angelica, cloves...
Finally gathered the ingredients, moved the cauldron gently and laboriously, washed it gently, closed my eyes again, carefully recalled the steps of the scene in my mind, then added fire, poured oil, held the spatula in my hand, and put the Some ingredients are fried and mature, and a little water is added, and other ingredients are added to cook...
In her previous life, she had been working in the kitchen with Wen Shouzheng. Now reborn, although he is twelve years old and physically exhausted, the surprise is that the memory of cooking skills is still there, and he is still very familiar with cooking.
Then, the froth was skimmed off, and other seasonings were added. Unknowingly, the watchman had knocked to the third watch.
"It smells so good!" Wen Shouzheng turned over, smacked his lips a few times, and murmured in his dream with the scent of gently boiled brine.
Zhou lay flat on his side, with the corners of his mouth raised, enjoying it very much.
Wen Ting was holding the book in one hand, and leaned over on the desk with the other, the candle was gradually extinguished, and a large amount of saliva overflowed from the corner of Wen Ting's mouth.
Gentle and gently turned off the stove, sealed the stove, uncovered the cauldron, filled some with a small spoon, blew carefully, and tasted it.
"This smell..." In the kitchen, Wen Rou's big eyes lit up.
A sudden joy jumped to the corners of her eyes and brows.
Although it lacks the mellow feeling that has accumulated over time, in terms of taste alone, it is almost exactly the same as the brine of the "Changle Chicken" that I ate during the day!
Gentle and surprised and delighted!
my tongue!
Could this be the benefit of rebirth? !
004 Braised Pork