Jinghua little cook

Chapter 4 Pickled Du Xian

The bell of the city tower rang, and the Chengtian Gate was slowly opening to welcome the spring.

The day of the court officials has just begun, but the empty bamboo baskets in the Jiaren Fruit Shop are already stacked half a foot high.

Lu Xiling twisted her neck and shouted: "Bean sprouts, go to the back and bring another pot."

"Why me?" Bean Sprout said angrily, "I can't move it!"

"If you don't go, I won't give you delicious food in a while."

"What's delicious?"

Bean Sprout suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In the morning, she only ate two fist-sized Yujian noodles, and she was feeling upset in her stomach.

But Hu Erniang has shop rules, the business is best at Chenshi and Noontime, so you have to wait until Weishi to eat the next meal!
How could this person have the guts to serve dinner privately after working for the first day?

Bean Sprout pursed her mouth, beautiful women are all liars, this man is playing smart again.

Lu Xiling was amused by the thick and dark workplace in the child's imagination.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the steamer are almost sold out. If you want to sell them at noon, you have to steam them again. Then I will make an extra row for you to eat."

"Can you still steam osmanthus cake?!"

wrong!

Bean Sprout turned back and went to the back kitchen, there was a scream in a short while, and the diners at the door almost slapped Lu Xiling in the face.

The little girl ran back slowly and said in surprise: "The proprietress steamed ten pots of flower cakes before she left!"

Lu Xiling said helplessly: "So you don't plan to move the flower cake out?"

"Move! I'm going to move here now!"

Before Bean Sprout finished speaking, he ran to the back kitchen, feeling as happy as a little red flower finally blooming on the barren grassland!

After selling so much, Erniang Hu must be very happy. Once Erniang Hu is happy, maybe she can have an extra bowl of rice tonight!

Hu Erniang would indeed be happy, today the business in front of his house is the most prosperous on the whole street!

Even nobles who usually look down on street stalls can't help but want to join in the fun at this time.

When Bai Ye and his entourage rode past, the entourage in the blue cardigan noticed the movement on the side of the street first.

Yesterday, His Majesty proclaimed himself Emperor Qing after offering sacrifices to the heavens, and his year name was Tianyuan.

Immediately afterwards, an imperial edict was issued to the court, conferring the late First Highness as Prince Ming En, Second Highness Bai Ye as Yongwang, still in charge of the imperial army and central Beijing affairs, and Third Highness Bai Shu as King Cheng, in charge of Dali Temple.

His Royal Highness Bai Wu was the youngest, but unexpectedly he was conferred the title of King Rui, and arranged for the cabinet to review and play with the Taifu and others.

There is no need to tell others about the grace here.

Although they are subordinates who always want to complain for their master, but seeing his master's expression that I don't care, they don't want to say more.

"Hey—what's so delicious, so many people are queuing up to buy it."

Bai Ye glanced in the direction of the man's fingers, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the rein.

"Osmanthus cake... jujube cake..." the attendant murmured, with a grin on the corner of his mouth, "I think it's a beauty cake! Tsk tsk, the girls in the capital are really not reserved at all."

Everyone has a love for beauty, and I don't know if the cake is good or not, but the gimmicks are enough to make money.

"Go buy it back."

The entourage was shocked: "Huh?"

Bai Ye hit him with a knife.

The entourage immediately silenced, did not dare to ask, got off the horse and ran to the fruit stand.

When I walked halfway, I suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned around and asked suspiciously: "How much does Your Highness want to buy?"

"……all."

Does that mean it's rounded?
The entourage was startled, and immediately ran towards the crowd without delay.

While queuing up, he wondered if his master had something wrong sleeping in his former residence last night.

Once upon a time in Dibei, his master drank blood and treated his fur, and it was fine to swallow the guts of tigers, snakes, livers, sheep and lungs, even blood and meat.

But that was before!
I haven't seen you for these years, and the master's appetite has become more and more tricky. Now even if it is the royal meal served by the Shangshi Bureau, he will only comment coldly, "This dish is bland, that dish is salty, and this soup is extremely fishy. , the dogs don’t drink it.”

Not to mention the vulgar snacks outside.

Seeing that Si Shi was approaching, the crowd in the distance finally dispersed noisily, and the attendants rushed back with a bag full of fruits.

"The girl who sells pastries said that there are only these left now, so the subordinates bought them all back!"

Bai Ye didn't even look at it. He picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth. He grabbed the horse's stomach and left.

For a moment, I only listened to the order from the person in front without looking back: "Take it back and distribute it to the guards who were on duty last night."

The entourage was like a monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out. Seeing that the man was far away, he quickly got on his horse and followed him.

Today's business is booming, selling fast and many.

Lu Xiling kept her word and would not lie to children, but children probably got tired of eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes long ago.

She stroked her chin and looked at the ingredients in the back kitchen - shredded bamboo shoots, bacon, fresh seasonal vegetables all over the floor, and some dry rice and noodles.

With a flash of inspiration, Lu Xiling reckoned that she might be able to cook a simple version of salted dumplings for the little girl.

"What is pickled Duxian?" Bean Sprout asked.

Lu Xiling smiled and made a fool of herself.

Pickled Duxian is a seasonal dish in the south of the Yangtze River. It's normal for a little girl to never eat it. Lu Xiling first read it in a book.
Authentic salted duke is eaten at the beginning of March every year, and the spring bamboo shoots are the most tender in this season.

There was no casserole in the kitchen, so Lu Xiling washed the face-sized bowl, and brought in spring bamboo shoots, bacon, and a small piece of fresh meat. Lu Xiling had sharp eyes, and the fresh meat was fat and thin, otherwise it would be dry to eat Yes, too fat can easily ruin a pot of fresh soup.

Holding a knife in the middle of the spring bamboo shoots, Lu Xiling peeled off the deep red skin of the spring bamboo shoots while talking about food classics.

"Put ham on the spring bamboo shoots, then add bacon and fresh meat. If you like light, you can add lettuce and venetian knots. If you like fresh meat, you can also add chicken, glutinous rice chicken, and short ribs..."

After hearing these ingredients, Bean Sprout drooled greedily before eating them, "What kind of family can afford to eat this? They have to put so much ingredients!"

"How? I haven't said anything more complicated." Lu Xiling sneered.

Right now, there are very few ingredients. What kind of ham, Baiye can only imagine it out of thin air. Lu Xiling dare not use other ingredients to spoil the taste, so she can only cut the leftover tofu from the morning into small pieces and sprinkle them in to enhance the freshness.

The bean sprouts were still young, and it was time to grow their bodies, so how could they not get enough to eat, so Lu Xiling added another strand of noodles after thinking about it for a while.

Open the lid, the soup is rich in white sauce, the meat is crispy and fat, the spring bamboo shoots are fragrant, crispy and tender, and the white tender tofu floats on the top, gurgling and steaming.

The bean sprouts circled the stove like a bee in a flower bush.

Lu Xiling looked at it funny and said: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you can't eat hot tofu~"

Bean Sprout said anxiously: "What hot tofu, cold tofu, what you eat is my tofu!"

When the soup and dishes were on the table, Lu Xiling filled a bowl full and gave it to the children.

The bean sprouts were almost purple from biting their lips, and they were finally able to eat it in their mouths. They couldn't control it, so they immediately buried their heads in their mouths.

Lu Xiling leaned on her chin and looked at it with a smile: After all, he is a young man with a good appetite.Fortunately, I was not hungry, otherwise I would not be able to grab her.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours, no one is arguing with you."

Bean sprouts coughed twice in embarrassment.

She still sneers at pretty women, but when it comes to delicious food, she can be forgiven for a while.

(End of this chapter)