She leaned forward to salute, and with lowered brows she could only see that the man was wearing a pair of black satin boots embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. The material of the hem of his clothes was smooth and shiny, and one could tell from the texture that it was very valuable. The intricate dark patterns on it glowed faintly under the light.
"Is Huotouying still cooking at this hour?"
Jiang Yanyi heard the other party asking questions.
The tone was low, mellow and cold, as if a gust of north wind in the ice and snow had cut a hole in the heart, making people feel endless chill.
Jiang Yanyi couldn't tell for a moment whether he was blaming him or simply asking him a question, but since the other party had come to him at this time, he must have known about the private kitchen and it was impossible for him to hide it.
She said with a stiff face, "It's open. I wonder what the military advisor would like to eat?"
She lowered her head and did not notice that the other party frowned slightly when he heard her call him "military advisor" again.
After a long silence, Jiang Yanyi finally heard that cold voice again: "A bowl of wontons."
She was as if she had been pardoned, and hurriedly said, "Please sit for a moment, the wontons will be served soon."
Jiang Yanyi was already worried that he would punish her for opening a private kitchen, and because of his overwhelming aura, she felt a little breathless just standing there. In a short while, her back was already covered in cold sweat.
After finally hearing what he said, Jiang Yanyi immediately stood up and went back to the barracks to make wontons. When he turned around, his eyes inadvertently swept across the military advisor, and his heart skipped a beat.
This military advisor is so... beautiful!
That’s right, it’s beautiful!
For the first time in his life, Jiang Yanyi thought of using the word "beautiful" to describe a man, but this kind of beauty was sharp and cold, like frost on the tip of a sword.
The wind started to blow, and the lantern hanging at the door of the barracks was swaying, casting a dim and hazy light.
He just stood there under the light, his eyes slightly raised, his hair scattered in front of his forehead, his expression cold and absent-minded, the dark patterns embroidered with dark red and red gold threads on his black robe gleamed faintly under the light, he looked noble and cold.
Jiang Yanyi looked away before he could glance over, and quickly went into the barracks, covering her pounding heart.
It would be great if it were possible to let her put it back on now. Then the male protagonist in novels will have the guts to do it!
Feng Shuo looked at the curtain still swaying in front of the tent and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He hated being looked at by others, but the little cook was very quick-witted and alert as a rabbit.
He randomly found a table, walked over, lifted his skirt and sat down. Several firemen on duty came forward to serve him with restrained hands and feet. When they poured tea, their hands shook violently and a few drops spilled.
They secretly sighed that there were indeed many hidden talents around the general, and the demeanor of a military advisor was no less than that of a king or a general. Suddenly, they didn't know that the person sitting at this small table was their general.
Feng Shuo learned from the doctor that the recipe he got was written nonsense. After asking the chef in the mansion to verify it, he found that it was exactly as the doctor said. He was immediately furious.
He had originally intended to tie up the cook who had dared to fool him when he returned to the military camp late at night, but the ride on horseback to the Xizhou camp calmed him down.
The cook of Huotouying definitely didn't have the guts to fool him, so there might be another mystery behind this.
On the way, he saw several soldiers from the Xizhou camp carrying food back to the camp. They mentioned something about the private kitchens in Huotouying. Thinking that he had just taken over the Xizhou camp and had not had time to manage the food in the army, he decided to stop by and take a look.
Unexpectedly, when he just arrived here, several soldiers called him "military advisor" as soon as they saw him.
No one in the Huotou Camp had ever seen him, so it was not surprising that they didn't recognize him.
But how could I mistake him for Chi Qing
Feng Shuo simply didn't correct them and planned to ask Chi Qing about this matter later.
He looked at the Huotouying calmly with a stern gaze.
It is really inappropriate to set up a private kitchen in the army.
Starting tomorrow, all the people in the Huotou Camp must be replaced!
As he was thinking, the curtain in front of the barracks gate was lifted again.
The young cook who had just entered came out with a plate of caramel-colored sugar-roasted chestnuts and put the plate on the table: "The wonton skin and stuffing must be made fresh, you can eat some sugar-roasted chestnuts first."
After saying this, he bowed again and left.
She has a beautiful appearance and graceful manners.
Feng Shuo looked at her back and fell into deep thought. Such well-behaved manners could probably only be taught by a wealthy family. How come she ended up being a cook in this border military camp
He lowered his eyes to look at the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts in front of him. The chestnut shells were shiny and greasy, and some had already burst open, revealing the bright yellow flesh inside. It was very tempting, and the air was filled with a sweet smell.
Feng Shuo didn't touch the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts in the end. He didn't like eating these little things that only women liked. It was troublesome to peel the shells, and he couldn't taste anything besides.
In the barracks, Jiang Yanyi was busy kneading dough.
In ancient times, if you wanted to eat dumplings or wontons, you had to make everything yourself, from the skin to the filling, because no one sold dumpling skins or wonton skins in that era.
She pressed the dough that was almost kneaded, covered it with a layer of white cloth and let it rise for a while.
It is said that the skin of wontons is eaten while the filling of dumplings is eaten. If you want to make delicious wontons, the wonton skin is the key, so the dough must be kneaded soft.
While the dough was kneading, he found a piece of pork that was 30% fat and 70% lean, chopped it into stuffing, mixed in a little chopped ginger, and added some chopped vegetables to balance the taste. He beat an egg to increase the viscosity, added salt to season, and finally poured in sesame oil and stirred evenly to lock in the moisture in the stuffing.
After everything was done and the dough was almost fermented, Jiang Yanyi rolled the soft dough into long strips, cut it into small pieces with a knife, and then rolled it with a rolling pin, and a wonton skin as thin as a cicada's wing was ready.
Okra was stunned and exclaimed that it was magical.
Jiang Yanyi picked up a wonton wrapper and began to wrap the stuffing inside, saying with a smile: "If you want to learn, I'll teach you another day."
Okra nodded vigorously, looking eager.
Jiang Yanyi makes wontons very quickly. Basically, he just scoops a full spoonful of meat and pinches it with his fingers to make it done.
The wontons are so plump that they seem to be about to burst through the thin wrapper, looking very adorable.
In the past few days, Jiang Yanyi realized that people in the military camp generally have large appetites. Fearing that the military advisor would not be full, she specially prepared portions for two people.
When the water in the pot was about to boil, she put the wontons in.
As the old saying goes, "Open the pot to cook the stuffing, and close the pot to cook the skin." Jiang Yanyi waited until the dough in the pot was boiling, then closed the lid and told Qiukui to turn off the heat.
There was still some broth left from the previous cooking. She had intended to save it for cooking noodles for the generals the next morning, but she didn't expect it would come in handy right now.
Add seasonings to a large bowl, pour broth on it, put wontons in, and sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onions. Just the smell is so delicious that it makes your tongue fall off.
The rim of the bowl was too hot, so Jiang Yanyi used a handkerchief to pad the bowl and put it on a tray before sending it outside.
Seeing that the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts remained untouched, she secretly raised her eyebrows. It seemed that this military advisor did not like sweets, or he thought that peeling chestnuts to eat would damage his image
With the experience of delivering sugar-roasted chestnuts before, Jiang Yanyi could see that this military advisor was the one who didn't like others' noise, so when he served the wontons this time, he just buried his head and quietly did his own thing without saying a word.
Feng Shuo half-closed his eyes and watched the cook setting the dishes, cloths and chopsticks. The night made his eyes look darker. The hand in his sight was very beautiful, with five slender, white and tender fingers, soft and boneless.
Moving his eyes upwards, he saw a white wrist half exposed outside the sleeve. It was so thin that he could see the light blue veins on it.
"Military Advisor, please have wontons."
A soft, respectful and distant voice reached his eardrums, bringing Feng Shuo back to his senses.
He raised his eyes indifferently, and his casual gaze fell on that simple and beautiful little face. He paused for a few seconds on the scar on her forehead, and his eyes became deeper.