No Worries about Food and Medicine

Chapter 39: Four cents soup

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I don't know if this Min San is short-sighted. When Ji Hong said that his surname is Wang, he didn't have any doubts at all. He bowed his hands and apologized to him. Old man."

"No problem." Ji Hong wanted to leave.

Min San seemed to be enlightened in an instant, and he chased after him and said, "This can be regarded as a predestined relationship, why don't I be the master, please enjoy the wine and taste the two of you? This is also a coincidence, today the spring breeze is proud upstairs—"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Hong interrupted him mercilessly: "No need."

Min San seemed to be choked on a steamed bun out of thin air, and stayed where he was, watching Ji Hong walk away with the handsome young man next to him. After a while, he came back to his senses, kicked the pebbles under his feet on the spot, and pondered: "It's him, isn't it him?"

He hadn't seen that person for many years, and his memory was still stuck in the appearance of that person when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He really couldn't be sure that this person was him.

At this time, two young men dressed in orchid clothes rushed out of the crowd. They were strong and burly, with a delicate wooden box in one hand, and several jars of fine wine pinned to their waist in the other. As soon as these two people appeared on the street, they attracted everyone to whisper and discuss. But I can't blame others for being impolite, it's true that the two people's clothes have strange patterns, but every flat place on the clothes is covered with large and small letters.

The two brothers seem to be used to being surrounded, and they don't care. Seeing Min San, the anxiety on the faces of the two of them disappeared, and they rushed up and sighed: "Sir, don't get lost again." ! This is the pine smoke ink from Zhuxianzhai and the pine wine from Dongguixuan that you ordered."

Min San grabbed them suddenly and said: "Poetry, painting, take a look, does that person look like Brother Ji San?"

Two big men, one is famous for poetry and the other is famous for painting. They are so embarrassing that people can't lift their heads, but the two of them earned it by forcing each other to die. You must know that Min Sanyuan The proposed names for them are "Green Luo" and "Hong Chang".

—Who asked them to have such a master with outstanding taste and presumptuous elegance

Huayi said with a dark face: "Third Young Master, wake up quickly, since you have been going south, how many times have you misidentified someone?"

Shiqing also said: "Let's not talk about the third son Ji being very ill, whether he can come to such a far place. Even if he came here alive and kicking, he must have already left when he heard that you were here. until you collide with him."

Min San lowered his head, walked with the two of them to the Fulai Inn, and sighed sadly: "I haven't seen Brother Ji for many years. The second brother still keeps reading in my ears all day how Brother Ji has become more elegant and handsome these years." Yat. He goes to drink tea with people every day to appreciate articles, but I only hear his poems, but not the person. He really wants to piss me off!"

This Min family is a family of nobles, great Confucianists in the court, and the family rules are comparable to the clean laws in the temple, but I don't know what crimes the ancestors committed. The one who moves is a good man, just one movement is a big deal, like a wild horse running out of rein, pulling the strips to wrap up the family. There was a self-proclaimed Qingming scholar in Beijing who mocked him as "crazy and idiotic". Later, this word spread to the ears of the master. Good wine, he brought dozens of people to the door in a mighty way, wanting to be sworn brothers with others, the scholar was so scared that he thought he was going to die in the wine jar today, so he ran away scrambling.

However, Min Sanhuo is just a joke. He has a calm and mature older brother, and a second brother who is praised as "unworldly talent". Traveling to Xilan is extremely elegant, but it's a pity that this person is born with a clear vision, and the elegance is always lacking in ideas, and his aesthetics are so messed up that he can't even mention it.

Both poetic and picturesque are family-born children, and they have followed Min San since childhood, and the two of them are both servants and playmates of Min San. When I was young, my little master ran around with bare buttocks, and they followed to pick up his pants; when he was older, he finally stopped taking off his pants and caused trouble outside, and they followed to clean up the mess.

Anyway, Min San didn't look like a master, so they became more and more modest. Now Min San spends more than half of the year traveling around the mountains and rivers, and they follow them around, and they are at ease, not hindering the old-fashioned at home. Master's eyes.

Their young master, it's strange to say that he doesn't care about other family properties and wealth, but he only likes the poems of the young master of Ji's family. It's the poems of the young master Ji's family.

At this time, Shiqinghuayi raised the bar with Min San again, and arranged each of them one by one: "Speaking of Mr. Ji San, isn't it your own business? Who is obsessed with Mr. Ji's poems? Someone write you a long poem in praise of your red-faced rooster?"

"I also want to propose a title called "The Red-Faced General."

"That's all. Later, I took advantage of the banquet in Mr. Ji's mansion and hid behind someone's rockery. Our mansion thought you were lost, young master, and sent people to search the city in the middle of the night. Fortunately, you went to climb the young master Ji in the middle of the night windows, and made people sick for days.”

"Well, I was banned from entering the mansion, and I even threw stones with copied poems in their yard."

The third son Ji was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, and he was as elegant and handsome as a jade ball transformed into a fairy. Poor thing, since then the heart of admiration has flowed smoothly. Later, when the third son of Ji grew up, although he stayed at home due to frailty and sickness, he became more and more surprised by his talents. Their own son was in a hurry because he couldn't ask for poems, and repeatedly went to overturn other people's walls, but in the end he was served by Ji's family. Cold noodles fork out.

This embarrassment was so embarrassing that everyone in the capital knew it, and the scholars in Beijing gave him the nickname "Min San Crazy", which means "Crazy at seeing poems, crazy at seeing paintings, and crazy at seeing Mr. Ji San". I can't take it off completely.

"I'm not, isn't this...excusable?" Min Santou kept talking lower and lower, quite embarrassed, until he returned to the Fulai Inn and closed the door, he still defended himself, "Who hasn't committed crimes when he was young?" It's time to be muddy, am I ready!"

Just now, I just picked someone up from the street and called him Mr. Ji San. I'm afraid it's a bad joke—the poetic and pictorial kisses in unison, it's a tacit understanding.

Min San ignored them, and happily went to get the newly bought pine smoke ink. The pine smoke ink in Zhuxianzhai here is the most famous, rare and rare. If he hadn't heard that there was a batch of new ink in Zhuxianzhai recently, he would Nor will they suddenly change their course on the way to visit mountains and rivers and go to Xin'an County.

As soon as the ink came out of the box, there was a pleasant smell of smoke. On one side of the ink ingot, there was a picture of cranes singing in lacquered gold and silver, and on the other side was the name of Zhuxianzhai. Min San couldn't wait to say: "Poetry Love, hurry up and rub ink with me!"

Poetry rubbing his ink, he unfolded a piece of hibiscus paper, thought for a while and picked up his pen: "It's been a long time since I've been out, so let me write a letter to my second brother to report my safety."

As he spoke, he jotted down what happened today, ended it with "Don't read it when you are safe", and added the words "Die Mao", after writing it, he asked Huayi to send someone back to Beijing. Went to taste poems.

Back to One Bowl Noodle House.

Seeing Ji Hong, Yu Jinnian didn't want to explain what that person meant just now, so he simply didn't ask first. After changing his clothes and washing his hands, he went straight to the kitchen to dissect crabs and fish, and prepare this "four beautiful soup".

Qing Huan lay hands on the side, washing the green and tender fresh water shield, just hearing the name of Simei Soup, she was yearning for it, and couldn't help but ask which of the Simei Soup was which.

Yu Jinnian fished out a dissected crucian carp, carefully cut off the tender meat from the belly of the fish, put it on a plate, poured a little rice wine, spread a few slices of fresh green onion and ginger, and steamed it in a pan. He minced the washed mushrooms and said with a smile: "Actually, there is no fixed number of four delicious soups. You can put any delicious food in the soup. My dish today has been cooked by ancient people, so it is somewhat famous."

After cutting the mushrooms and mushrooms, he asked Qing Huan to shred the water shield in the same way, and he threw the cleaned female crabs on the grill and steamed them together. As the saying goes, "the round navel of September and the tip of October", it is exactly the point of eating crabs. It’s a good time—in September, female crabs are full of roe and fat, and in October, male crabs are full of fat and fat. However, whether it is male crabs or female crabs, the white crab meat and yellow paste are enough to make your mouth water.

While feeling greedy, he said: "The so-called four beauties are mushrooms from land, water shields, crab yellows, and fish ribs. These four things are all delicious, and a single one is so rare that people even swallow their tongues." If you drop it, if you combine it into a soup, wouldn't it be too beautiful?"

Qing Huan thought for a while, and couldn't help being speechless: "Tsk tsk, that's really, deadly!"

Besides, water shield can detoxify, stop vomiting, and relieve stomach pain. Cooking it with crucian carp has the effect of thickening the spleen and stomach. It is not only beneficial to Ji Hong's spleen and stomach, but also has great benefits for Erniang's condition.

The two were talking, when they suddenly heard the diners outside calling for help, Qing Huan had no choice but to put down her work and go out to meet the guests. Now Qing Huan can take care of herself, and she has learned how to make noodles very quickly. Even if Yu Jinnian is not in the shop, she can make do with it for two days. Qing Huan's guests may be difficult to deal with, but he hasn't seen him back after walking for a long time. The crabs on the stove are ready now, but Yu Jinnian is dealing with the crucian carp belly that was steamed earlier, so he can't move his hands. Just as he was so busy spinning his feet, suddenly a shadow appeared from his side, covering him in darkness.

He raised his head, and Ji Hong raised his hand to go around his head, lifted the lid of the pot, and went to pick up the crabs on the grate.

The two of you take it for me, there is a tacit understanding, and there is no need for other words.

Yu Jinnian removed the tender meat from the fish ribs, nailed open the navel shell of the female crab while it was still hot, and scraped out the yellow seeds and white meat inside. Then stir-fry the crab roe with thin oil until the powder is smooth as sand, then boil the fresh crab fish together with shredded water shield and minced mushrooms. After a while, stir the corn flour to make the soup thick like Gorgon .

After the soup was finished, he made another plate of cold seaweed.

Soak seaweed hair repeatedly to wash away excess salt, then quickly mix with garlic, ginger flower, sauce, and vinegar, and add a spoonful of chili and sesame oil. Although kelp is cool in nature, people with weak spleen and stomach should not eat more, but they will not rigidly abide by the so-called health creed, otherwise what is the fun in life? It’s okay to take this hot and sour kelp shreds as a small snack, and occasionally eat a few bites.

Finally, after re-steaming the steamed buns made by Qing Huan, Yu Jinnian took these three items and went back to the house with Ji Hong.

Yu Jinnian wiped his hands and said, "It's noisy outside at this time, let's eat here."

Ji Hong didn't say much, picked up the soup bowl, and took a sip. As expected, it was delicious, smooth and tender, with a special faint fragrance, and the fish and crab had been removed of their fishy smell, leaving only their freshness. The flavors of the four delicacies are melted in it, and the tender soup slides down the throat almost without moving the teeth, and falls into the stomach, which is warm and comfortable, and has an endless aftertaste.

After drinking two sips of soup, taste a chopsticks of kelp shreds, slightly sour and slightly spicy, salty and mild, very appetizing.

Whether he is a doctor or a cook, Yu Jinnian likes to see the smiles on the faces of the guests. Seeing that Ji Hong eats deliciously, he is also very happy, and even ate two more buns for it.

After Yu Jinnian finished his portion, he poured himself a cup of warm tea, held the teacup and peeped at the other party secretly, seeing Ji Hong eating a bun was very slow and elegant, and he didn't feel flustered or embarrassed for a moment because of being watched.

He is holding flowers with plain hands, and he is holding bags with jade fingers. It can also be called a rare and wonderful beauty.

Thinking of this, a "picture of a beautiful woman picking up a bag" appeared in his mind, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

Seeing him laughing non-stop, the tea in the cup was about to spill out, and he didn't know what kind of idea was in his head, so he stretched out his hand to embrace the young man, sat down beside him, and asked him, "What's so funny?" ,tell me the story."

Yu Jinnian was still in a tizzy, so he lay down on the table and told him the "picture of picking up the bag", dipped his finger in water, drew a small rough picture on the wooden table, pointed at the firewood man inside and said with a smile: "Exactly."

"The picture of you picking up the bag is still not as good as the picture of the red-faced black chicken I saw." The two talked and laughed a few words, and Ji Hong saw that the young man looked lazy and his eyelids were gradually sinking. After speaking, he gently wiped the boy's eyelids with his thumb, half massaging and half rubbing, and said distressedly, "Didn't you sleep well these days?"

"Hmm..." Yu Jinnian murmured softly as he leaned on the table, leaning his head on his arm.

Ji Hong: "Go to bed and take a nap."

Yu Jinnian hesitated and said, "But there is still business outside."

"I'll be careful, I'll wake you up if something happens." Taking him to the bed, he also took off his outer boots and leaned half on the bedpost, embracing it with one hand, and slowly stroking the young man's thin back. Yu Jinnian leaned against his waist, half closed his eyes, and remembered the red-faced black-and-white chicken picture he mentioned just now, and continued chatting with him: "What is the red-faced black-and-white chicken picture?"

Ji Hong bowed his head and said softly: "A man once held a picture of a black-bone chicken with a red face, and insisted that I write a poem praising his chicken, otherwise he would stay at my house and refuse to leave. Later, he raised garlic roots as narcissus, knowing that it was I raised it wrong, but I still want me to write poems praising his garlic sprouts... "

Yu Jinnian raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked curiously, "There are people like this? Did you write it?"

"I just thought he was a fool, so of course he refused, and asked someone to drive him out. Later, the man broke open my window casement and climbed my wall door... I thought, could this man be a madman? I was terrified of him and never let him in my yard again."

I'm afraid this person is not a stalker, but Ji Hong was so timid when he was young, he really looks like a little princess, and somehow he has become this cold and indifferent appearance when he grows up, Yu Jinnian is trapped Inadvertently frowned, then smiled suddenly, and asked, "What does this person want to do?"

"Who knows, it's just a strange flower." Ji Hong raised his hand and lowered half of the bed curtain to cover some of the sunlight. He also lay down on his side and patted the young man's back, taking the whole story of this strange flower away. There is no ending, so he closed his voice and said, "It's just a bedtime story, go to sleep."

This story is much more interesting than that of the loyal general of the family and country. Yu Jinnian had a story of a stalker in his heart, and in his dream he fought with this red-faced chicken brother all afternoon.

And in front of the Fulai Inn, which is only half a street away.

The third son of Min, Min Mao, who was about to set off on the road, was sitting in the beautifully carved carriage playing with the newly acquired pine smoke and ink ingots. Suddenly the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and he felt the wind blowing from behind, and he couldn't help sneezing heavily.

"Why is it so cold? Huayi, bring a cloak!"