Jinghua little cook

Chapter 195 Laba Festival

After chatting about bamboo shoot oil, the two talked about winter vegetables and pickles.

"Neighbors all say that the pickles in Yueling Restaurant are well pickled, neither salty nor bland, and it's a good choice to eat empty-handed or as a side dish."

Fortunately, Lu Xiling was still somewhat reserved and sober, not too proud.

"It was summer, and now the shop is making small dishes that are easy to store, such as cabbage and shepherd's purse."

"Even the frozen cabbage is better than other people's. Looking at the color, it's as white as jade. It's really beautiful and delicious."

Cough cough--

Lu Xiling pursed her lips.

Liu Langjun suddenly realized what he said, and smiled.

But what he praised was all about the food itself, without any other meanings mixed in. When he said it, he had a frank and calm expression, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Liu Langjun chose to express his heart on paper instead of expressing it with his mouth.

So safe and reliable.

Lu Xiling smiled and said: "It's okay, my daughter doesn't mind, but I'm afraid that the guests will misunderstand your husband."

Especially those little ladies who have not yet left the cabinet.

Liu Langjun nodded and said: "After Liu has finished compiling this travel note, I can burn it for A Niang to read."

It turned out to be a dutiful son.

Lu Xiling couldn't tell what she felt.

I am afraid that the child wants to support but does not wait for the relatives, which is the deepest pain every adult dreams about at midnight.

"I think Liu Langjun's mother should be a loving mother." Dong Dacheng said.

Bean Sprout shook his head, thinking otherwise.

Lu Xiling also felt that no matter who she was as a mother, the deep feelings between mother and child could not be changed.

Where does this feeling come from?Is it because of the news she saw on a certain platform?
It's been too long, I can't remember the current world, let alone the past?

"It looks like it's going to snow again." Bean Sprout said quietly.

After picking up the chestnuts, Lu Xiling looked at the whirlwind blowing outside the window, and said, "Yes, this is the third snow this year."

With so much snow falling, I don't know when the man will come back.

Don't let there be any problems on the road.

Liang Chen raised his eyes and silently lowered his eyes.

"A few days ago, I delivered food to the residence of the Third Highness. I heard that the army led by the Second Highness had already returned. Originally, there was not enough food and grass to go back to the city. Fortunately, I met the military supply team that was originally blocked by Beijiang on the way. At least they won't be hungry."

Lu Xiling turned her head and smiled slightly.

do not care.

I'm full and don't want anything else.

As the saying goes, after Laba is the New Year, they have to live well this Laba.

In this dynasty, every twelfth lunar month, the court would hold a hunt, and sacrifice the ancestors with animals captured by civil and military officials.

In addition, tooth sacrifices will be held on the edge of Luoshui to worship ancestors and gods.

But that's what outsiders do, and they close their doors and follow their own arrangements.

The family members said that they ate too much meat on weekdays, and today they are no longer hungry, so they should do something else.

Laba porridge, Laba garlic, and stove sugar are all prepared in advance.

"It will take two days for the stove candy to be used. Did you buy it so early?" Liang Chen, a young expert in science, said.

Lu Xiling smiled and said, "Can't you eat early? You haven't eaten in a year, are you not hungry?"

"Greedy!" Bean sprouts grinned and said, "Eat early and enjoy early!"

Lu Xiling nodded and said, "Yes!"

The small accounting office at home has no objections, so the chef's objection is invalid.

Lu Xiling also wanted to try cooking sugar, because the ancient sugar making technique was almost lost in later generations.

"Roast duck also uses fruit wood, and steamed glutinous rice also uses fruit wood. Fruit wood is really a good thing." Bean Sprout leaned closer to smell the steamed glutinous rice paste, straightened up and touched his chin in a serious manner.

"It's really not the same."

"What's different?" Lu Xiling asked.

"It's hard to say, it's sweet and fragrant, and it also has a resinous aroma. The taste of ordinary firewood is incomparable to this."

Lu Xiling nodded.

Say something like that.

Once you're ready, it's time to start cooking the soup.

It was the first time that Lu Xiling felt so nervous.

The syrup of Zaotang is different from the usual boiled sugar. If the heat is low, the syrup will become thinner. If the heat is too high, the soup will be too easy to break, so Lu Xiling has to do this step of boiling sugar by herself.

But cooking is one thing, boiling sugar is another.

She couldn't help but think of what she said about cooking and cake making in front of Emperor Qing, and it turned out to be a prophecy.

She, Lu Xiling, is really not made to be a pastry chef.

Forget it, the Honganbai case has its potential, who made her so outstanding in the culinary world, being a human being, it is not good to be too perfect.

It's a pity that the Laba ceremony for the future father-in-law is gone.

Liang Chen and Wei San breathed a sigh of relief as they watched one pot after another of the problematic syrup.

If it succeeds, the two of them will be the ones who will continue to draw the silk.

Lu Xiling glanced at the two cooks at home, don't think she didn't know what they were thinking.

It is impossible not to contribute, and the job of running errands is left to them.

Lu Xiling stayed at home to cook Laba porridge.

The food of Laba porridge is made differently in different households.

"Tokyo Menghualu" records that temples use small ingredients such as walnuts, pine nuts, milk mushrooms, and persimmon chestnuts to make Laba porridge, which is used as a gift back to the benefactor's home.

Drugstores use traditional Chinese medicinal materials such as Hutoudan, Yashen, and Tusu to make cured medicines and present them to the people who come to buy medicines.

And what Lu Xiling wants to do is Laba porridge from ordinary people, but it is different from ordinary people, so that it is easy to distinguish which bowl is Laba porridge from Yueling Restaurant.

"Red dates, blood glutinous rice, black rice, peanuts, red beans, lotus seeds, barley, longan meat."

After counting the ingredients, Lu Xiling put on an apron and cooked.

Cooking is the easiest thing, just add water and watch the pot. The next thing Lu Xiling thinks about is whether the amount of it is enough.

The Princess Mansion, Yongwang Mansion, and Uncle's three families must send it off, and now there is another third highness who comes to eat from time to time.

This is four cups.

The rest is for diners.

Plus Lan Yuan, yes, and the teacher also needs to prepare, whether the elderly eat or not is another matter, if they don’t prepare, they will lose their temper.

For the boss, especially the current boss, you can treat the business as a business, but what is the matter of ignoring the authority of the leader in your eyes?

Thinking about it this way, Lu Xiling has one head and two big ones.

Can't finish it...

Can't finish it at all...

"Pfft..." Casserole laughed.

"Tsk."

Lu Xiling glanced over, and the little bean sprouts sitting by the stove suddenly straightened up and attacked Huo Miao.

She didn't fall asleep just now, but was confused by the incense.

Smelling the smell of eight treasures, the child immediately felt a sweet and greasy feeling in her mouth, which rushed straight to her head, disturbing her sobriety by two-thirds.

This is a hundred times better than the blood glutinous rice porridge I ate before.

However, for Bean Sprouts, the previous bloody glutinous rice was already fragrant to her. If this sticky Laba porridge was eaten into her mouth, she would not be able to do it on the spot...

Chinese New Year is approaching, and Ah Ling emphasized not to be crow-mouthed during the meeting.

Bean Sprout patted his mouth and swallowed three mouthfuls of saliva.

"A Ling, shall we go to Mr. Song's residence for the festival tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)