Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 691
When the old man heard this, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if he would bring back a white-eyed wolf, right?
I gave him hot rice soup and steamed buns, but he was thinking about what was in the other pot again?

"Nothing." The old man shook his head and said vigilantly.

Chen Nian seemed to see the sudden hostility of the old man, thinking that the other party probably regarded himself as a greedy person, so he quickly explained: "Benefactor, I have no other intentions, you rescued me from outside , I can’t thank you with this life, so I’m just purely curious.”

At this time, the old lady glanced at her old man with some complaints: "What are you afraid of? I don't look like a bad person to the little beggar."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down kindly, and picked up the bowl from Chen Nian's side where he couldn't even lick a drop of soup: "That's a pot of offal that we are cooking, and we will sell it after dawn. I'm old, and I can't do other jobs now, so I can only make a living on this."

Chen Nian was taken aback after hearing this.

Offal?

He does know that, generally speaking offal refers to some leftovers of animal offal.

Many people on the Internet say that in ancient times, rich people ate meat, and only poor people ate offal. This is actually not accurate at all.

Most of the poor people in ancient times were farmers who cultivated land and ordinary people in the city. They couldn't even afford green vegetables, let alone offal.

I used to stay in the Great Xia Dynasty in the past, so I know that many middle- and lower-class farmers often cook with soy sauce, soy top, and soy noodles, and they have difficulty swallowing coarse grains and miscellaneous grains.

"Could it be that what I want to learn in the dream space this time is cooking offal? But this shouldn't be too difficult, right? I still need to go here to learn it, let alone arrange for myself such a person who hates dogs and hates dogs." identity of.

But after knowing what the other party was doing, Chen Nian stopped asking, but thanked the other party well.

Then pull down the rope on the wheel, pick up the hook tied to one end of the rope, hook the bucket, and slowly put the bucket down.

Chen Nian woke up early in the morning, and when he woke up, the second elder was still asleep.

"Should I say it or not, this pot of offal soup is really good." Chen Nian couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Because at that time, internal organs were not only for filling the stomach, but also as food for diet.

When the bucket touched the surface of the well water, he shook and rotated it cleverly, quickly filled it with water, and then lifted it up vigorously.

This method of diet therapy was recorded in the "Tang Shen Lun" of the Shang Dynasty, and the later "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" discussed its efficacy and application in detail. In the Tang Dynasty, Sun Simiao also proposed to use viscera Dirty point of view.

There is a record in "Northern History": "Murong Shaozong begged Hou Jing in Guoyang. At that time, Jing's army was very prosperous. When he first heard about Han Gui, he went to beg him. He said, "Eating pig intestines."

But now, it's already dark outside, if he goes out now, Chen Nian feels that he may not survive until tomorrow morning and will be frozen to death.

When the second elder woke up, he saw Chen Nian sitting by the fire at a glance.

They are all very unpretentious names.

So Chen Nian spent a long time to let the other party know that he did not have any malicious intentions.

But he didn't dare to get too close, in case a spark popped out of the stove and set his straw mat on fire, it would be bad.

But I am awake now, and I am awake, but I can’t go out and run for two laps like I used to. Running used to be called exercising, but now I go out for two steps, it’s like old sows gathered in the butcher’s house—looking for death .

Then he put the shoulder pole and bucket aside, and with his teeth chattering, he pulled his straw mat not far from the stove, and just started to heat up the fire.

Although in this cold season, the well water inside did not freeze because the temperature underground was not as low as that on the surface, coupled with the constant flow.

So I found another pot, scooped some water out of the jar, and sat on the stove to boil the water.

In this way, facing the biting cold wind, Chen Nian came to the well in the yard, removed a stone on a wooden board, and then pushed the wooden board aside.

Opening the lid slightly, a gust of hot air came out, accompanied by the familiar fragrance.

Not to mention that Chen Nian's feet are now sore from the cold, and his knees are shaking when he lifts water up.

"Although I don't know if I want to learn here, but at least I can guarantee my survival first."

It is enough to show that offal was also quite popular among celebrities in ancient times. In addition to eating meat, they would also eat some offal.

In the eyes of many people, eating is for living, but in their eyes, it is just to survive.

It's just that it doesn't smell like mutton after being aged.

More like pork.

That's it, the next day.

Then they fell asleep too.

He is no stranger to aging well water.

But at this temperature, as long as you stretch out your hand, your hand will be frozen in a short while.

So he simply gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, lifted the pole, picked up the bucket, and headed outside.

Looking at the cold wind howling outside, Chen Nian wanted to stay here to gain a firm foothold, but he couldn't open his mouth if he didn't do anything.

I looked at the pot that the old couple sat on another separate stove in the middle of the night last night.

After all, there is no good place for me to leave here now. It was also in ancient times, but if it was still in the Great Xia Dynasty, Chen Nianda could go to Fu Xin, the number one scholar.

But he still gritted his teeth and ran back and forth three times to fill the water tank in the house.

And they also knew Chen Nian's name.

The two elders live in the county town, and the conditions are better than those in the village. There is a well at home, which is usually covered, and when necessary, the top cover is lifted to fetch water.

During the Xia Dynasty, Chen Nian lived in Yangzhou at first, and the chefs in many restaurants on Dongmen Street in Yangzhou would cook the haggis as a snack for customers.

However, during the chat, Chen Nian also knew the names of the old couple.

The old man's name is Song San, and the old woman's name is Xu Erni.

After roasting for a while, the old age slowed down a bit.

Swallowing, he finally put the lid back on the pot.

"Why do you get up so early?" the old man Song San asked while getting dressed.

"Benefactor, are you awake? I don't think so. I have nothing to do after waking up. I just thought that you must get up early in the morning to sell offal, so I boiled some hot water, and washing my face with hot water later can also go to sleep. "Chen Nian replied with a smile.

"Oh." Song San had already put on his clothes and was about to put on his shoes, but just as he responded, he suddenly thought, "No, the water in the tank was all used up last night, so there must be no pot for you. Where did the water come from?"

Chen Nian pointed to the yard: "I just went outside to call."

(End of this chapter)