The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 8

"Mommy, you took someone to pack your luggage, go to rest first."

Fu Jia sent Mother Jiang down to rest, but she called Qingsuo out for a stroll.

Qingsuo followed behind silently.

This girl is really thick-skinned, as soon as she arrived at the Hou Mansion, it was as if she had returned to her own home.

Let's see if she gets lost when she turns around!

Qingsuo made up her mind to embarrass Fu Jia, so she just followed her footsteps with her head down.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jia went around and came to the big kitchen.

"Miss Fu, what are you doing here?"

Could it be that I'm hungry, sorry to say?

Qingsuo wondered, there were snacks and candied fruit on the table, it was not time to eat at this time.

But Fu Jia smiled and said, "I want to cook by myself and cook for my wife."

With that said, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the big kitchen.

Qingsuo stepped forward a few steps and stopped in front of Fu Jia: "Miss Fu, the people in the Hou Mansion have to worry about Madam's food, so don't make any trouble!"

It's a joke, Madam is expensive, how could something made by a country girl get into Madam's mouth?
Besides, in the past, only the eldest daughter of their family cooked for the wife, and the wife was very pleased every time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this Fu Jia arrived here, she first relied on her appearance and name to get the wife to accept her. Now that her luggage hadn't been packed, she started to make plans to please the lady.

This Fu Jia really came here with ulterior motives!

At the entrance of the big kitchen, a green lock blocked Fu Jia from entering, but Fu Jia insisted on going, causing everyone to poke their heads to watch.

One of them, who looked like the lady in charge of the kitchen, also dissuaded: "Girl, madam's food is provided by the servant, so don't get your hands dirty."

Not to mention that she doesn't know how to eat the noble food in the Hou Mansion, even if she knows how to cook, she can't give the madam's food to an outsider!
Fu Jia looked at the chubby, round-faced woman in charge, and sighed inwardly.

She learned all her skills from Wan Niangzi. Unexpectedly, one day, Wan Niangzi stopped her outside the kitchen.

When Fu Jia was young, his wife hired her a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, Fu Jia had a wild temper and couldn't sit still at all. On the contrary, when Anping Hou taught her how to ride and shoot, she was very enthusiastic and learned it quickly. talent.

Later, Mrs. Anping Hou gave up the regular training of these noble girls in the capital, and Fu Jia also learned a good skill in riding and shooting because of her temper. of.

In addition to these, Fu Jia was actually interested in cooking, wandering around the kitchen all day, cooking for Anpinghou and Mrs. Anpinghou in different ways.

At that time, Fu Jia was the most popular among the people in the big kitchen, and Wan Niangzi liked her the most.

"Wan Niangzi, it's a mess!"

When everyone surrounded Fu Jia to dissuade her, Fu Jia's delicate nose twitched, and then she yelled.

Wan Niangzi said "Oops" and hurried back to the house.

Sure enough, the fresh ham and bamboo shoot soup steaming on the stove had dried up, and a mushy smell came out.

"What should I do?" Wan Niangzi looked anxious.

Madame has not had a good appetite these few days, Lord Hou specially found fresh bamboo shoots and ordered someone to adjust the taste for madam.

In this season, fresh bamboo shoots are very easy to find, and according to Xiaosi next to Lord Hou, they were obtained from the palace.

Now it's ruined.

"I think I have a way." Everyone was at a loss, Fu Jia said.

"What can you do, don't make trouble, let's go back quickly, it's time for Mother Jiang to look for it later." Qingsuo curled her lips.

This Fu Jia dares to say anything just to order food.

Wan Niangzi was full of annoyance, and looked for the leftover fresh bamboo shoots everywhere, but there was only half of them left, which was enough to make half a bowl of soup.

It's just that the taste is bad.

"Madam, why don't you let me try?"

Fu Jia smiled with determination on her face.

Qingsuo was about to say something, but Fu Jia blocked her mouth directly: "Anyway, you are here looking at me, and I can't do anything wrong, or are you going to make Madam happy?"

"you!"

Qingsuo took two steps back angrily, folded her hands on her chest, and stared at Fu Jia closely.

Fu Jia moved forward, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully checked the remaining ingredients in the kitchen.

"Prepare ham, chicken thighs, dice, and a small amount of salt pork!"

"Ginger, rice wine, shallots!"

"Boil the water and save the casserole!"

Following Fu Jia's instructions, the people in the kitchen got Madam Wan's nod and started preparing ingredients separately.

Fu Jia personally took the remaining half of spring bamboo shoots, washed them and carefully sliced ​​them, and put them on a white porcelain plate for later use.

Here, after all the ingredients were prepared, Fu Jia stood in front of the stove.

First blanch the spring bamboo shoots with boiling hot water to remove the astringent taste, and then turn the fire on to remove the blood foam impurities from the pork and chicken legs.

Then use a casserole, add water, chicken thigh pieces, and bacon pieces to the pot, the water has covered the ingredients, and the fire is boiled.

Then add rice wine and scallions, and use medium heat to slowly simmer until the meat is half-cooked, then add bamboo shoots and salt, and continue to cook thoroughly.

During this period, everyone in the kitchen held their breath and stared at Fu Jia's green hands.

After a while, the umami taste slowly overflowed.

Fu Jia never covered the lid, and used a small spoon to remove the floating foam on the soup surface after a while.

Wan Niangzi's dignified expression gradually turned to surprise, and then to surprise.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the soup in the casserole was visible to the naked eye, and a strong and delicious smell permeated the entire kitchen.

Fu Jia removed the scallions and served them in a white porcelain blue and white soup bowl.

The yellow bamboo shoots are in sharp contrast with the red meat. The soup is rich in white juice, the meat is crispy and fat, and the bamboo shoots are fragrant and fresh.

I don't know who it is, and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a "gudong".

"Well, I don't know what the name of Miss Fu's dish is?"

Wan Niangzi stepped forward excitedly, and almost pushed Fu Jia onto the stove.

Fu Jia hurriedly moved her steps, and said, "I also heard from my aunt in the village that it's called Xianduxian. That aunt used to work in a rich man's house, so I saw it."

Fu Jia was a little shy.

Qingsuo bit the tip of her tongue, secretly withdrew the saliva she wanted to swallow, and said with a cold snort: "No wonder, I just said how Miss Fu knows such dishes."

But Fu Jia ignored her, she just smiled and said to Mrs. Wan: "It's getting late, lady, go and send it to Madam."

"Here, won't the girl go with you?" Wan Niangzi hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

After all, it was Fu Jia who did it, so she just took credit for it.

Before Fu Jia could say anything, a delicate voice sounded outside the door.

"Oh, what delicious food did Wan Niangzi cook today? It's so delicious."

Following the sound, a girl in light yellow clothes, with a double spiral bun and pink ribbons jumped in.

The maid behind her was holding the bookcase, as if she had just finished school.

"The second girl is out of school?"

Wan Niangzi hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

The person who came was the daughter of the second wife of Anping Houfu, and also the only girl, Fu Rong.

"Hey, who are you?"

As soon as Fu Rong entered the room, she looked up and saw Fu Jia standing in the middle of the room like a magnolia plant.

Fu Jia's eyebrows are picturesque, while Fu Rong's eyebrows are curved.

Because Fu Jia and Fu Rong's eyebrows and eyes resembled their father's, so at this moment, they looked like sisters.

　I'm very tired today. I left at 7 o'clock. I just got home now. I hope I can relax tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)