"So... what are leeks?"
Franka frowned, her slender fingers sliding across the colored pages, she couldn't help but be puzzled.
Since she bought this book "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes" (365 Days Color Complete Edition) at the auction of Ji's family, Franka has been studying recipes at home almost every day.
But there are some dishes in this cookbook that are really confusing.
Just like... this leek box.
Franka scoured all kinds of books and couldn't find the vegetable called chives.
"From the picture, it looks a bit like black hair grass." Franka pursed her lips and suddenly got some goosebumps.
The story of black-haired grass goes back thousands of years. There is a huge monster. They are covered with thick mucus and mouths. The flesh of white flowers is layered. Under the ground, a kind of grass will grow on the body, like black hair.
At that time, humans fed them the dead bodies of their relatives, and then took the grass on it to eat.
In order to prove whether this black-haired grass and leeks are the same kind, Franka has a rare and strong thirst for knowledge. She borrowed her own extensive library to search for things about black-haired grass, but she even saw the black-haired grass. All mouth monsters.
The dense mouth was born on a two-story meat column, and its long tongue was stuck out.
Vomit... Franka gets sick.
But this leek box seems to be very delicious, leek should not be the same as black hair grass.
Franka sighed and continued to flip through the thick cookbook, and finally saw a certain dish—
White cut chicken.
There are not many materials, and the method is simple. The main raw material is chicken.
"Well... it's one of the southern cuisines. It's beautiful in shape, with yellow skin and white flesh. It's fat, tender and delicious. It tastes very delicious. .
"The south? Where is the south?" Franka thought doubtfully, and then a carp kicked up, the salted fish jumped up from the bed, and said to herself in a rather lonely tone: "Anyway, the south should be very good. away."
Franka was born in a noble family of white wizards, and it is impossible for the direct daughter of a noble wizard family to go out casually, so the farthest place Franka has traveled is the Central District Park.
As a white wizard noble, the Curtis family has extremely strict family rules, and the family is famous for white witchcraft researching astrology and celestial bodies for generations.
This family is known for its pride and is very particular about family and academic research, but in fact, it is too old-fashioned and isolated from the central power vortex, but the Curtis family seems to be happy.
Franka, the daughter of the first daughter, didn't have much chance to go out at all, but in fact, she was very interested in the bookstore owner who cooperated with Ji's family.
Since you are selling books, you must have a good understanding of the contents of this book, right? Maybe super knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
I don't know how many times the dishes in this book have surpassed the level of Nuojin. There are dozens of ways to make chicken, which is amazing.
Just ask if the bookstore owner doesn't understand this, how can it be possible to sell the book.
"Look for a chance, I must go to meet the bookstore owner, but before that, let's try to make this white cut chicken." Franka got off the bed.
Today her father is not at home, and Susan's mother, who taught him etiquette, has also gone to the branch as the etiquette maid to teach etiquette, so she can also use the kitchen secretly.
After transcribing the contents of the book onto paper, she carefully locked the book in her safe. Franka was about to sneak into the kitchen, but when she went to the kitchen, she accidentally glanced at a man sitting in the living room. young woman.
She is like a puppet, sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the flickering candlelight. Her appearance is completely different from that of the nobles in the central district of Nuojin, but it is a bit like Ji Bonong Ji Zhixu's face from the north- Black hair, dark eyes, yellowish skin.
But she is also very beautiful, with a kind of exotic beauty, otherwise she would not have given birth to a beautiful girl like Franka.
Nobody even knew her name, but she was Franka's mother.
Franka walked up to her mother who was in a wheelchair and squatted down. She was a little surprised that her mother was not locked in the small bedroom in the attic today. It should be that the psychiatric therapy during this period made her more stable.
"Mom, why are you sitting here?"
Knowing that the wood-like mother would not answer her, Franka still showed a big smile and asked persistently to her mother who had never spoken to her:
"Today, let me cook for my mother!" After it's done, let's taste it for my mother...
The mother's eyes don't even have highlights, and she doesn't reply to her daughter at all.
Franka smiled and sighed, feeling a little sour in her heart, then pushed her mother's wheelchair, walked to the kitchen, and said while pushing:
"Will Mom watch me cook? Make it for Mom today... um, white cut chicken! Maybe it won't be delicious, but I swear, I will definitely ask the bookstore owner, maybe I can make a leek box. ."
Franka said the name of the dish with a smile while wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Putting her mother at the kitchen door, she began to work with what was in her hand.
Starting from killing the chicken and shedding its feathers, the silver pocket watch was turned in her hand, and Franka strictly followed every step and temperature on the recipe.
"Just... cooking wine? Cooking wine... The note is, rice wine? What kind of wine is this? Yellow, made from glutinous rice, although I haven't heard of it, the practice and taste of Meka seems to be very similar to this description, it should be You can use it instead." Franka muttered softly while cooking.
The grey eyes of the woman sitting at the door began to reflect the busy back of the girl.
…
"You're done!"
Franka lifted the neatly cut chicken nuggets on the plate, closed her eyes, and took a long breath of enjoyment.
"It smells so good!! This is definitely a smell that the entire Azir continent has never heard of!!"
Franka turned her head happily... Hey, wasn't mom at the door before? When did you come in
Franka's mother didn't know when she had entered the kitchen in a wheelchair by herself. Looking up at her, Franka was stunned for a moment.
"Mom?" She called her tentatively. For the first time, her mother's eyes had the look of a living person, and she slowly moved from Franka to the plate in the girl's hand.
"...Do you want to try this?" Franka asked tentatively. At this moment, her tone was calm, but her heart was ups and downs. In her childhood memory, her mother only had two states of being crazy and like a plant.
When mad, he shouts terrifying words and falls into great fear, while when he is not mad, he is like a pot of plants, motionless.
Just pretend there is no such mother... This is what my grandfather and father said to Franka at the same time.
At this moment, it was the first time that Franka saw such a mother, and there was an unbelievable extravagance in her heart—if only she could answer me.
"Would you like to try this?" Franca asked again.
The woman in the wheelchair tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes fixed on the dishes in her hands, and then nodded slowly.
Franka's hand holding the plate began to tremble. She was so excited that for more than ten years—
Mother's first response.
She hurriedly put the plate in front of her mother and handed her the knife and fork, but the mother glanced at the knife and fork, then shook her head suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Franka was at a loss, wondering why her mother suddenly refused.
I saw the woman raised her hand, her five fingers and fingertips folded together, as if she was manipulating some vessel, her pupils trembled violently, and her facial muscles were twisted a little, as if she wanted to say something, she kept opening and closing her mouth.
She doesn't want a knife and fork... Franka immediately understood what her mother meant.
Franka frowned and thought about it. There were two stick-like tools on the picture in the book "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes". She initially thought they were used for stirring, and she was afraid that it was indispensable. steps, so I did the same.
She quickly took out the slender stick from the side and handed it to her mother's hand hopefully.
The mother looked at the stick in her hand, her eyes began to become more complicated, and then she started to operate like an instinct, trembling, but she would not let go. Finally, after failing several times, she took a piece of chicken with difficulty and stuffed it. into the mouth.
Franka looked at her mother excitedly, as if she was doing something great, and subconsciously held her breath and dared not bother.
When the mother's mouth began to chew, two lines of clear tears fell from her eyes. For the first time, the eyes burst into brilliance, as if a ghost had awakened from her body after countless dark years.
With the vegetables in her mouth, she choked and hoarsely said in a strange and difficult tone:
"My name is... Duan Xuemin, I belong to... Shendu... Cultural Relics... Archaeological Research... Research Institute, my teacher... My name is... Lin, Ming, Hai."
"Next, I'll... record... the... truth that you may... never... ever understand."
This nameless stranger just repeated these two sentences over and over again until he could not cry.