Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 52 Noodle Soup
Lieutenant Zhou opened his mouth and decided to be a good person. He sighed and patted Wang Zhixian on the shoulder: "Let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Sheng tumbled down from the top of the tent, stood up on the ground, staggered down to support the tree next to him, and silently raised his head to stare at Wang Zhixian.

Wang Zhixian: "??"

Li Sheng raised his hand to cover his face.

Zhou County's Wei Fu felt his heart, so he quickly helped Wang Zhixian to sit on the chair before Li Changsui, and then looked at the wine jar rolling down on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Let me ask, your jar has been drunk. The wine, is it from Chef Gu?"

Wang Zhixian was inexplicable: "I asked the question knowingly. It was just delivered this morning. It was said to be a trial-produced medicinal wine. Don't you also have it?"

County Captain Zhou sighed.

Wang Zhixian said with a smile: "I know you are a pity, and I also know that the wine in Gu Chu's hand must be good wine, but since it is good wine, I shouldn't hide it by myself and give it to someone who is good at wine tasting Drink, this wine is not a waste."

He had a big face, "I don't drink alcohol, and if such a good thing is in my hands, it's a hidden gem."

Zhou Xianwei nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, brother Wang is still arrogant, unlike me, Daoist Zhang offered a thousand gold for my jar of wine, I was really tempted to go to Shangqingguan for money, hey, In fact, how can I ask for Daoist Zhang's money..."

Pfft!
Wang Zhixian trembled, his feet slipped, and even the chair rolled to the ground. He raised his head and looked at County Captain Zhou cautiously: "What... mean?"

County Captain Zhou was startled, and quickly shut up.

Li Sheng clasped his heart and calmed down, and said angrily: "You will sell it for one thousand gold? One thousand gold is nothing, that wine can bring the dead back to life. Zhang Daochang said that it is comparable to Shangqingguan's 'rejuvenation'. You know that the royal family gives it a year How much is Shangqing Guan? That is a full 500,000 taels of silver."

"Shangqing Temple doesn't offer rejuvenating wine to the royal family every year, but every two or three years it can pay a catty or two, which is considered a lot."

Wang Zhixian: "...Wow!"

Lieutenant Zhou watched Wang Zhixian's eyes turn red, and cried like a dog. He was at a loss for a moment, and Li Sheng suddenly had a thought in his mind. If he had a good wine, but without his share, would he also cry like a dog?
The Duke of the State is an alcoholic and good at wine tasting, and he has always refused to drink only good wine.

Just by imagining it, Li Sheng felt a surge of joy in his heart. He deeply hated that he had a headache when he read and practiced calligraphy, and wanted to sneak away when he learned painting. Now he can neither write [-]-character poems to express his feelings nor You can't draw a picture of someone crying like a dog for collection.

"Hey!"

Li Sheng sighed, extremely depressed.

The turmoil caused by the delivery of wine cannot be brought to Gu Xiang's head.

Gu Xiang is cooking noodles at home.

The mutton bones are cut just right. It has been in the pot since last night, and it has been simmered on a low heat. Until now, the soup is clear but not cloudy, fragrant but not greasy.

The most important thing for Yangchun noodles is scallion oil. Gu Xiang dug a large lump of lard and spread it on the bottom of the pot. With a shovel on the ground, the whole piece of lard is crystal clear like jade, and then the peanut oil is poured from the center to the outside.

At this time, the action must be fast, add a low heat while pouring, cut the shallot white and green onion leaves separately, and throw them in. It is also slowly boiled on a low heat, and the long chopsticks are gently stirred.

Gu Xiang used to boil scallion oil by throwing in the scallions and boiling for three to four 10 minutes, and then eating it after taking it out. Only then did I realize that the simple cooking of scallion oil requires more control over the heat and time than cooking those big dishes.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound of scallions rolling in the oil pan, sizzling, sizzling.

The aroma of scallion oil mixed with the aroma of broth steamed upwards, and slowly drilled into each house with the wind.

Gu Xiang smiled, and started kneading the dough at this time, the dough was smooth and slippery after beating, considering the tastes of Gu Laoshi, Jiang Shi, and Goro, the noodles were slightly wider, and some eggs, refined salt and sugar were added inside. The noodles boiled in clear water are rare and delicious.

It was mealtime at this time, and smoke was rising from every household in the village. Usually, this is the time when the family is most happy, but today everyone sat at the table and looked at the corn porridge piled up with all kinds of sand, gravel and bran in the bowl, black and white. The hard pancakes, smelling the tantalizing aroma that came with the wind, immediately felt that I was miserable, miserable!

Not far away, Zhang Daochang was pulling his rice bowl, squinting his eyes intoxicated: "It tastes good, it tastes good!"

His apprentice looked helplessly at the few grains of rice in the bowl: he always felt that his master was sick.

Gu Jiulang sat at the dining table of Gu's family, watching the bowl bigger than his face filled with springy noodles. Once the broth was poured, a large spoonful of scallion oil was poured on it, and coriander and green onion were scattered on it. He picked up the chopsticks and adjusted them, clamped the noodles, quickly rolled them several times, rolled out the thick noodles of a chopstick, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.

"Well."

It is full of fragrance, very chewy, and it is very satisfying to eat.

Wu Lang grabbed the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously, but after eating for a long time, he couldn't compare to Gu Jiu taking a bite.

After eating all the noodles, he picked up the bowl and drank all the soup. Jiulang wiped his mouth in satisfaction: "One more bowl."

Goro: "Woo."

His bowl was half smaller than Brother Jiu's, and he ate slowly, his mouth was not full after one bowl, and his stomach was already too full.

Gu Jiu smiled and said: "Wu Lang, I will come over to teach you tomorrow, and the efficiency of reading must be high."

"Jinshi..."

Goro's eyes were full of stars, and after a while, he raised his eyes clearly: "...my sister will go to the military camp the day after tomorrow."

Gu Jiu: "..."

He was silent for a while: "I will come back two days later tomorrow. We scholars must have the ability to study independently, otherwise we will not be successful."

Gu Xiang fed his younger brother with a pot of noodles, and spread the rest of the noodles in bamboo baskets for later use.

It stands to reason that it is time for Gu Laoshi and Jiang Shi to go home for dinner.Usually there is no time, Gu Laoshi may come back a little later, but Jiang Shi always arrives home before the food is cooked.

Recently, the Gu family's business is booming. Originally, Gu Laoshi and Jiang Shi were planning to spend money to avoid hard labor, but Gu Xiang didn't want them to do heavy physical labor.

However, the imperial court increased the wages again, and Gu Laoshi didn't want to work as a coolie, but the imperial court gave too much.

Gu Xiang sent Gu Jiu away, and was about to throw Wulang into the study and look for his parents, when Jiang hurried back, his face was ashen, and he went into the room and took Gu Honest's big clothes: "San Niang , Watching your brother go to bed early. Gu Run ran away by himself, and even burned the nunnery of Mrs. Juehui, and the matter was quite big... Your father, your uncle and I went to find someone together."

Gu Xiang: "..."

She really didn't expect this to happen.

The surroundings were so chaotic, she didn't dare to walk around alone, Gu Run's courage was so fat.

(End of this chapter)