Jinghua little cook

Chapter 25 Roast Lamb

In a blink of an eye, it was Qingming.

It began to rain continuously.

Lan Yuan was relieved and didn't have to speculate on the tastes of the guests. He asked for [-] each of the three types of youth groups, and packed many gift boxes to take back with him.

After a busy day and night, Lu Xiling sat on the rocking chair and looked up at the sky.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and white smoke rose from the roofs below. Bean-sized raindrops fell on the lotus vat at the door, and the flowers and leaves inside were scattered.

Taking advantage of the situation, the swallow circled in the air and plunged into the eaves. It stretched and retracted its neck and tilted its head to play with the rain. After a while, it made an impatient "twittering" sound. It turned out that someone stepped on the water and disturbed its water playing. pleasure.

"Look at you, I told you to go out and bring an umbrella, but you didn't listen." Lu Xiling blamed.

Bean Sprout took off the wind-blown messy veil, her eyelashes were wet, her almond eyes were blue and bent into crescents.

"The sky is fine in the morning, who would have thought it would rain, the weather in the capital is really like a woman's temper!"

As he said that, he took out the shortbread from his bosom, threw it down twice, and said with a smile: "Eat it quickly, it's still hot."

Lu Xiling took a bite, it was warm and crispy, and the mouth was full of fragrance.

The point is that the heart is sweet!
The little girl became more and more fond of others, knowing that Lu Xiling was tired all night, she couldn't bear to make her want to eat again.

"Is Ah Ling going to the Town God's Temple outside the city to pay homage to the ancestors?"

Bean Sprout pulled a small bench and sat in front of the rocking chair.

The rocking chair stops.

Lu Xiling fell into deep thought.

The family of officials in ancient times has a huge branch, but when it comes to close relatives, she only has parents of this generation.

Her father is the censor of Zuo Fudu, a three-generation official from Zheng Miaohong, who is known as the first stroke in Sichuan, and is best at remonstrance and impeachment.

A Niang is the daughter of a merchant, and has been traveling with her parents to the Western Regions and seas all year round.

The combination of officials and businessmen is extremely sensitive, and the calm and experienced father will certainly not match the two.

Therefore, Lu Xiling admires this pair of cool Gaier parents, who dare to break through feudalism and engage in free love!

It's a pity that the sky is jealous of her beauty, and A Niang passed away within a few years after contracting the cold.

Since then, Father's arrogance, talent, passion and enthusiasm have all been locked away.

The ferocious beast became a trapped beast, and it was on the way to the coastal defense fortification when it was in its prime.

After all, the two of them are not dead.

"A Ling?"

Lu Xiling regained consciousness.

"Are you going?" Bean Sprout said, "If we want to go, let's go when the rain subsides. When the rain stops, we won't be able to squeeze in the Town God's Temple."

There are a lot of refugees entering the city this year, and those who didn't set up a ranking for their ancestors in the city have to go to the Town God's Temple to burn incense.

Lu Xiling thought for a while.

"No need."

There is an ancestral hall in the clan, and both parents have erected monuments in it.

Even if she didn't mention it in the early years, her queen's cousin would take her to the temple to light lamps to pray for blessings.

Now that my cousin has returned to Shuzhong this year, it is even more likely that this matter will not be left behind.

Moreover.

The two elders never believed in ghosts and gods.

Precepts and deeds told her to live in the present!

Lu Xiling turned her head and said, "Are you going?"

Bean Sprout rubbed her hands, her eyelashes drooped, and she shook her head after a while and said, "We don't believe that."

That being the case, Lu Xiling made the decision.

Don't rush to open a store, just give yourself a three-day small holiday, without the kind of rest!

There is no refrigerator, and the mutton should change its taste after a long time.

In the mind of not wasting food, Lu Xiling took out the remaining piece of streaky mutton.

Throw in a bunch of shallots and two slices of ginger, and then boil the mutton into the pot, skim off the foam, take it out and put it on the grate to dry.

The bean sprouts were being fed and they couldn't get used to the snacks outside. Seeing Lu Xiling cooking at this time, they couldn't hide their ecstasy.

Turning joy into motivation, the bean sprouts must be cut if they hold the mutton.

"Wait a minute." Lu Xiling stopped her.

"What's the matter? Aren't we going to eat boiled water?"

Apart from roasting, boiling, and sauce, bean sprouts have never been eaten in other ways.

Now that the mutton is cooked, shouldn't it be eaten with dipping sauce?
After Lu Xiling washed the iron pot, she gave the little girl a look to put the mutton back in its original place obediently.

Boiled mutton is delicious, but streaky mutton is too greasy to eat like this.

In summer, small shops on the northern streets often sell roasted mutton. When Lu Xiling bought it for the first time, her eyes were dimmed, and she bought it as sauced mutton.

Unexpectedly, the taste is even more delicious than the sauced mutton when you look back.

Mostly people who love to eat like to think about eating, and within a few days Lu Xiling worked out the method of roasting mutton.

"Cut the mutton into strips, will you?" Lu Xiling asked.

Bean sprouts nodded.

"Go, be careful not to hurt your hands."

While cutting the bean sprouts, I heard the sound of bubbling oil bubbles behind my ears.

The golden oil bubbles exude a mellow aroma.

Bean Sprout looked eagerly and said, "Fried vegetables are delicious enough, and fried mutton is so delicious."

The oil temperature is just right, and the mutton is fried in the oil pan.

Bean Sprout watched the blood-red mutton strips turn brown, and just thought it was ready to eat, when Lu Xiling started another pot on the stove and poured a large spoonful of soy sauce on it.

Lu Xiling couldn't stand Bean Sprout's wistful expression, and there was a piece of fried mutton left for her to satisfy her craving.

The little girl didn't care about 21, she took it with her bare hands and stuffed it into her mouth.

The mutton is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, oily but not greasy, and the fragrance is unparalleled!

Bean Sprout suppressed the little devil's roar in his heart: It's done!OK!It's good enough.

It's because the little fairy on the other side of the scale is warning her: the roast mutton cooked by A Ling in a while must be better than fried mutton!

Bean sprouts lived up to expectations.

After half an hour, the lid of the pot was lifted, and the misty heat and aroma sprayed out together, filling the whole room in an instant.

The kitchen is small, and the oil and gas will not escape for a while.

Lu Xiling covered the fire and immediately opened the window to ventilate.

When the wet wind and rain blew in, Lu Xiling breathed a sigh of relief, and the Lingtai became much clearer immediately.

"Close the window." Bean Sprout said distressedly: "The smell is going to disappear, if you don't feel well, go out for a walk first? I'll suck up the smell before you come in."

Lu Xiling frowned with a smile: What is this?Walking range hood?

Ignore the foodie nature of children.

Lu Xiling cut some fresh garlic from the eaves of the corridor, turned around and patted cucumbers on the cutting board.

It’s not enough to eat meat alone, it must be served with side dishes.

Two dishes were served, and Lu Xiling filled two more bowls of mutton soup.

The cost is not wasted at all, and I am very happy.

Bean Sprout took a sip of the soup as an appetizer, and then he inhaled the storm, beaming with delight.

With mutton soup on a rainy day, it will warm your stomach.

Lu Xiling stretched comfortably.

As far-sighted as she was, she suddenly realized that this was the only full meal today, and if she didn't grab it from the bean sprouts, she might starve at night.

Just about to put a piece in the bowl, a familiar voice came from the door.

"The lady boss is cooking mutton again today?"

Lu Xiling raised her eyes and looked at the dark-faced Bean Sprout opposite.

Come as soon as you eat lamb?
Did this person do it on purpose?

Destined to hide it, the two had no choice but to save as much as they could, and quickly covered the mutton in the pot.

Lu Xiling wiped her hands and went out to meet the guests with a smile.

As soon as the curtain was lifted and stepped out, the whole person was fixed on the side of the main room.

There was no time to put away her hypocritical smile, Lu Xiling stared blankly at the person in front of her.

Today, Bai Ye is dressed in a blue silk robe, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, looking wild and at ease.

Xu Shi practiced on the scorching sun for many days on the school field, today there was a light wind and light rain, under the peach red tree, a pair of black eyes on his wheat-colored face were like spring water passing through Hong Kong.

At this time, he was looking at her unrestrainedly.

Standing between the two of them, He Ping didn't know what had happened, and was as happy as the silly son of a landlord's family.

"Does what the proprietress said that day still count? If you want to eat mutton, the proprietress will take care of it!"

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　　And there's more -- the treasures promised me to follow up.

　　


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