Master Ruan is in his early fifties and is the chef of Zhenshui Villa. He was specially invited by Lu Zhishan to cook southern Xinjiang cuisine for Mu Nanzhi.
Master Ruan kneaded the jujube paste stuffing in his hand and said to Mu Nanzhi with a smile: "The princess is really killing me by saying this. I am very happy that the princess can remember me."
"I heard that the snowskin mooncakes from Nanjiang are delicious, so I thought that Master Ruan would definitely make them, so I bothered Master Ren to make this trip," Mu Nanzhi said with a smile, walking over and looking at the table I was very curious about the various fillings on the plate. I pointed at the plates of fillings and asked Master Ruan, "Master Ruan, have you prepared so many fillings? Are they all used to make snow-skin mooncakes?" There are quite a few things I’ve never seen before.”
"Yes, this is jujube paste stuffing," Master Ruan said as he put the stuffing in his hand on a plate and pointed to other plates to introduce to Mu Nanzhi one by one, "This is made with quicksand stuffing. This is The one with custard filling, this one with black sesame filling, this one with red bean filling, this one with rose filling.”
"There are so many kinds," Mu Nanzhi's eyes shone, and he couldn't help but give Master Ruan a thumbs up and said, "Master Ruan, I admire you more and more!"
"The princess is overrated." Master Ruan was praised from ear to ear by Mu Nanzhi. In his opinion, Mu Nanzhi was a junior, with a lovable appearance and a good temper. No wonder Master Ruan liked her very much, and usually gave Mu Nanzhi Zhi was very attentive when making meals, and now that he was praised by Mu Nanzhi, he was even more attentive.
"Then you will teach me how to make snow-skin mooncakes later!" Mu Nanzhi hugged Master Ruan, and then walked hurriedly inside and asked the cook who was making dough, "Mommy, I like to eat what you make the most. I’ve been looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival a month ago. I just want to eat the mooncakes you made.”
Grandma Zhou was so happy that she laughed out loud and said to Mu Nanzhi: "Whenever the princess wants to eat, she just needs to give the order. The slaves will be here when you call."
"Hey, hey, don't you want to make grandma tired?" Mu Nanzhi chuckled, stirring the stuffing in the bowl, and asked a little curiously, "Mammy, where does this ham come from? It's really true. fragrant."
"It was sent from Jiangnan. The princess had asked to make ham mooncakes early in the morning, so the ham was delivered half a month ago," said Aunt Zhou as she began to pinch the dough. "They said it was from Jiangnan. It was sent over by Zhuangzi."
"Oh, I remember, Song Fu mentioned this to me," Mu Nanzhi rolled up his sleeves, took out a piece of dough, kneaded it according to Grandma Zhou's gestures, and then also stuffed it in. Another dough was made, the dough was smeared with lard, and it was greasy. Mu Nanzhi’s fingers were immediately covered with lard. Mu Nanzhi couldn’t help but laugh, “I heard that many ointments are made of lard. Yes, if you deal with lard every day, your skin will be great.”
"That's what the princess said, look at my slave's hands." Aunt Zhou smiled and raised her hands in front of Mu Nanzhi. Her hands were white and smooth, and compared to her face, they looked much younger and tighter.
"It's true," Mu Nanzhi stared at grandma's hands for a while and said with a smile, "My cousin always doesn't want me to go to the kitchen. If I know the benefits of going to the kitchen, I'm afraid he won't stop me in the future. Me."
"The prince feels sorry for the princess." Aunt Zhou said with a smile as she put the dough into the mold. When she poured it out, the mooncake had already been printed with the pattern "A flower blooms and the moon lasts forever", which was very delicate. nice.