Buddhist palace maids want to be rich

Chapter 277 Specialties
After the matter of delivering the beauty was perfectly resolved, Jiang Zhixia began to raise the baby in a safe and stable manner.

Because in July, the weather suddenly became hot, and Jiang Zhixia was pregnant again, so I didn't dare to use too much ice for Jiang Zhixia.Therefore, Jiang Zhixia's pregnancy life was a little irritating.

On this day, Jiang Zhixia had a bit of a bad appetite, which made the cooks in the kitchen very busy.

The big kitchen was full and a table of delicious food was cooked, and the little maid sent it to the backyard.

As a result, after a while, I saw Xiaoman coming over with a food box.

"Why did you bring the suitcase back today?"

Aunt Zhang, the head kitchen manager, asked in surprise when her daughter, who was already a first-class maid, brought the food box back to the kitchen.

"I want to come and see my mother, and I also want to let my mother think of a way."

While talking, Xiaoman opened the food box.Sure enough, the food in the food box was brought back as it was delivered.

"Is Madam still not eating?" Aunt Zhang looked at the motionless food box and asked with a sad face.

This is pregnant and comes in a variety of flavors.Some people like to eat, some people don't like to eat.

And my wife happens to be the one who doesn't like to eat.

On weekdays, people who like to eat so much, but now they don't want to eat this or that.What a headache.

"Yes. Madam said it was too hot and I didn't have any appetite. After Dongli sister asked Dr. Yang, she put the ice mirror in the main hall, then opened the curtain of the inner room, and used two little girls to open it. With a fan, slowly blowing cool air into the inner room. Just like that, Madam still said she has no appetite."

Xiaoman, who always liked to develop new food according to his wife's request, also withered.

Madam is not interested, it has been a long time since she developed a new food.

"Guard Zhang, I heard that my wife is from Linzhou, and we have a famous specialty grits soup in Linzhou. Why don't I make grits soup for my wife?"

Among the people listening to what Aunt Zhang and Xiaoman were talking, there was a woman who said with a smile on her face.

"Grits soup?" Aunt Zhang asked curiously.

"Exactly, exactly. This grits soup is a specialty of our Linzhou. I have never seen it outside of Linzhou."

Seeing that the kitchen steward answered her own words, the woman hurriedly said excitedly.

"How did you do that?" Even Xiaoman became curious.

They didn't know Madam's hometown before, and it was only when Uncle Lin's family came to make a fuss last time that they knew Madam was from Linzhou.

"It's made with meat and broth, rice, flour, salt, soy sauce and other seasonings."

The woman looked at the big maid beside her and asked herself, and said more carefully.

"It sounds greasy, Madam, would you like it?" Xiaoman asked suspiciously.

"This..." The woman hesitated. It's really hard to say whether the wife likes to eat it now.

After all, Madam's taste has changed since she became pregnant.

However, now that I have said all this, it is not good if I don't continue to say it.

"No, let the old woman make a bowl for the lady to taste?" the woman asked cautiously.

"Do it, let's do it. Now, as long as it can make my wife eat, anyone can do it. If nothing else, the uncle will definitely give you a lot of rewards."

Aunt Zhang first asked the woman to make soup.Then, she said loudly to everyone in the kitchen.

You know, when we were in Anning Hutong, the wife could not conceive, and the uncle was married.

Now, the wife is pregnant, and the uncle will definitely reward her for things that make her happy.

The old lady was usually a rough envoy who burns fire, but she suddenly took on a heavy responsibility, so she was naturally very energetic.

After a while, a bowl of steaming, salty soup is ready.

Xiaoman carried the bowl of grits soup that smelled like pepper, and went back to the main room in the backyard with a murmur in his heart.

Sitting drowsy on the couch, Jiang Zhixia was suddenly awakened by a strong smell of pepper.

"what is this?"

When Jiang Zhixia saw Xiaoman's food box, he thought that the kitchen must have made new food.

However, she really didn't have any appetite, so she asked in a disinterested manner.

"This is said to be a specialty of Madam's hometown, and the woman said it is called chicken grits soup. Why don't you try it?"

Xiaoman said cautiously while putting down the food box.

It's really that Madam has been quite impetuous recently, she doesn't want to make Madam unhappy.

"Grits soup?" Jiang Zhixia was a little stunned when he heard it.

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to say more, they just thought she was thinking about things in her hometown.

Jiang Zhixia did think about his hometown, but it was not his hometown at this time, but his hometown in his previous life.

Grits soup was a specialty of her hometown in her previous life.It's only limited to her small city, and outside of that city, it doesn't have that taste anymore.

Many people outside are not used to the spicy pepper flavor, but in Jiang Zhixia's mind, drinking grits soup with deep-fried dough sticks filled her entire youth.

Since she left her hometown and went to study and work in another big city in the province, she seldom went back.

However, every time she goes back, she finds an opportunity to drink a bowl of grits soup.

However, since her mother passed away, she has gone back less and less frequently.

Unexpectedly, in this strange age, I heard a familiar name.

"Open it for me to see."

Jiang Zhixia wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, raised her head, and asked Xiaoman to open the food box.

Xiaoman happily responded and opened the food box, and carefully took out a big hot soup bowl.Then, she opened the lid, and scooped the dark soup into the small bowl that Ying Xiu quickly brought over.

"Taste quickly, madam." Xiaoman carefully put the soup bowl by Jiang Zhixia's hand.

Jiang Zhixia looked at the dark and unattractive soup, but his eyes turned red.

Really, the grits soup looks the same as in the previous life, only the soup in her hometown.

She scooped up another spoonful and put it in her mouth.

The spicy and delicious taste fills the whole mouth.

This spicy taste is unique to black pepper.

A tear spilled from the corner of Jiang Zhixia's eye, she quickly wiped it away with a handkerchief, and then forced a smile and said, "You guys are extravagant. You put so much of such expensive pepper, but it choked me."

Nowadays, spices are expensive, and pepper is also classified under the name of spices. It is very expensive to sell, and few people eat it directly.

Naturally, Jiang Zhixia's food is the most important thing. After opening a spice shop, he used pepper as seasoning.

"Today, the woman didn't know pepper, so she used pepper as prickly ash. However, she tasted it and said it tasted better than the grits soup made in Linzhou, so she didn't make it again. If Madam didn't Hi, maid let her make another bowl."

Seeing that Jiang Zhixia was choking tears, Xiaoman anxiously explained.

"No need, this taste is more authentic. The authentic Linzhou grits soup is seasoned with black pepper."

Jiang Zhixia naturally rejected changing the seasoning.

The grits soup in my hometown in my previous life was indeed seasoned with black pepper.

　Regarding the appetizing specialty, I couldn't think of it for a while, so I wrote about a niche specialty in the author's hometown.

　　There is indeed this soup. We called it sa soup at that time, but the signs all said it was grits (shen) soup.

　　However, when I checked it online, it was indeed pronounced sa again. . . .

　　Let's take a look.Just understand the meaning.

　　The grits soup is really delicious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)