Jinghua little cook

The second time he entered the servant's mansion, Lu Xiling's family was clear.

After thinking about it, the main reason is that the back garden was built exactly like her childhood home.

One step at a time is like the change of seasons, the promenade at the fence, the waterside pavilion, the luxuriant grass, the lotus pond, and the dragonfly touching the water.

Passing under an ancient pagoda tree, with mottled afterimages, Lu Xiling couldn't help but think of a few trees at home, which were bigger and thicker than the trees here.

When I was a child, my father liked to take her and my mother to play hide and seek here.

Every time she was waiting for her to fall asleep, Dad carried her back to his room happily.

If she was really a babbling little Xiling, of course she would not understand the mystery.

But when Lu Xiling came through the womb, she just became smaller, not stupid.

If she doesn't pretend, how can she let this sweet couple live in a two-person world?
The young servant who took the lead heard the faint laughter coming from behind, and took a surprised look at him.

Not long after, the kitchen arrived.

Lu Xiling was very clear about the rules of the Minister's Mansion, he could only move within the radius, and he was not allowed to go elsewhere without permission.

Lu Xiling blessed herself slightly, turned around and walked into the bright kitchen full of rapeseed flowers.

On the other side, Mrs. Song couldn't sit still anymore.

"Why do I want to smell the food?"

The maids who whisked the dust and sprinkled the water laughed.

Mrs. Song's close servant stepped forward and said boldly: "Miss, you must be dizzy from gluttony. Just now, the young man said that you could smell the smell just now when he led someone into the kitchen."

The servant girl squinted her eyes and said happily, "If you're really so smart, next time you'll find someone to come over and bother you, the girl will just sit at home and taste all the flavors in the world."

"You are a shrew!"

Mrs. Song pulled out the soft pillow from behind and was about to punch out, but she didn't expect that it was just a fake move, but it almost scared the two handsome teenagers at the door.

"Why is the Second Highness here?" Mrs. Song stared: "Why are the people outside serving you? Why didn't you report it!"

Song Hezhi snatched the soft pillow first, and explained: "It's because Erlang was afraid of disturbing your rest, that's why you didn't want others to pass it on."

Full marks for the reason.

Although Mrs. Song didn't trust her son, she believed in Bai Ye very much.

This child is more than ten times more reliable than his peers.

It's just...the face is always a little more gloomy when we meet again, no more smile than when I was a child.

"Come in and sit down!" Mrs. Song raised her hand and said, "The Second Highness is here! I just called the cook to cook, and you came here!"

Song Hezhi scratched his head and explained to Bai Ye: "It's the proprietress I invited over last time. It is rumored that Xiao Wu also ate her food, and she described the food in front of my mother. No, I Mother is hungry."

After being stared at, Song Hezhi stopped joking.

"My aunt is just recovering from a serious illness, she really should make up for it."

Mrs. Song was still angry at being demolished by her own son one moment, and smiled happily at the next moment: "It's still His Highness who knows how to love others, but—"

"But how? Is the food not to your aunt's appetite?"

"That's not true, it's just that these people don't let me go and have a look, insisting that they are afraid that the oily smoke will suffocate me."

The servants and maids hurriedly lowered their heads.

If there is no question from the master, they cannot look directly at the royal family.

"Mother Lin's relationship is also chaotic." Bai Ye didn't offend either side, and said, "However, my nephew has heard someone say before that when treating patients, he is happy when he goes along with them, and he is worried when he goes against them. Willing to go together."

Song He was at a loss.

After his mother was happily escorted out, he asked in a low voice at the back of the line: "Who said that?"

Bai Ye smiled slightly, showing a "secret must not be revealed" expression.

in the backyard.

Lu Xiling was blanching the ingredients.

A bowl of diced mushrooms, a bowl of diced radish, and a bowl of diced green beans.

The diced green beans are blanched separately.

In addition, it took a lot of time to clean the fish body before.

Right now is the time to really scale up your moves.

Pour seven-point soybean oil into the iron pan.

The soybean oil is golden in color and clear to the bottom, which is different from her cheap oil!
Lu Xiling looked greedy, and her heart pounded: anyway, there is soybean oil on the shelves, as well as sunflower oil, corn oil, she went back to study and research, not only good oil for stir-frying, but also save a lot of money.

Beautiful drops!
Outside the corridor, Mrs. Song also thought it was very beautiful.

"It smells like fried fish." Mrs. Song took a long breath and was reluctant to let it out.

"Girl, don't hold yourself back!"

Later Song Hezhi reminded: "Mother, Erlang is still here, please be more reserved."

Mrs. Song glanced back.

She wanted to be reserved, but she didn't know the sweetness of the food until she had been hungry all day.

That's right, she didn't even eat half a grain of rice today, just to wait for this meal.

The closer you get to the back kitchen, the more layered flavors are revealed.

It smelled like fried fish before, but Mrs. Song was able to hold on a little bit, and when she walked around the locust tree forest, the smell of fried spices wafted out.

And it's progressive!
The first layer is the sautéed aroma of garlic and ginger, the second layer is the sour taste of persimmon, and the last layer is the richest. It seems to be the unity of the first two, and the sweetness that makes my daughter's family irresistible is everywhere. Son.

"It's squirrel mandarin fish!"

Mrs. Song has seen the food list, and this dish is what she looks forward to the most.

She is an authentic native of the water town. When she was a child, her favorite food was a bite of sweet and sour fried sauce.

The squirrel mandarin fish is made with this sauce.

She has traveled with her husband all her life and has not been back to her hometown for many years. She thought that she would never eat this famous dish from her hometown again in her life.

Until I came to the capital.

But even the restaurants in the capital can hardly smell such a pure taste.

Madam Song unconsciously quickened her pace.

Just at the right time, the sound of "squeak" came, which was the sound of pouring marinade.

Mrs. Song clapped her hands and smiled: "It's ready! Eat it while it's hot!"

Song Hezhi watched the graceful and elegant woman walking faster and faster until she disappeared at the end of the pagoda tree forest.

"Erlang, don't mind, my mother used to do this."

Song Hezhi turned his head, and unexpectedly found that Bai Erlang's smile was no more reserved than his mother's.

"Hurry up, it won't be crispy when it cools!"

At that time, Mrs. Song seemed to be enlightened. Fortunately, it was not too late to wake up. If she had really listened to the advice of this group of people, she might not be able to eat the soft and delicious sweet and sour fish!

"Girl, slow down, it's not that you stepped on the Hot Wheels, no matter how fast you are, you should be careful with your steps!"

Mrs. Song's eyes could not see her feet, she only focused on the direction where the fragrance came from.

However, when I got there, the embroidered shoes seemed to be stuck on the gravel road, and I couldn't pull them out.

The servant woman who was serving her personally couldn't stabilize her feet and almost bumped into the master.

"Is the girl all right? Why don't you pass?"

Following the wistful eyes of his master, the servants around him were also stunned.

I saw a woman in a playful Hu skirt by the stove, blowing fragrance with the wind, her delicate and straight figure was like the frost of a chrysanthemum and the bones of a pine tree, and her bright eyebrows were more beautiful than that of Xi Shi, and even more gorgeous than that of Wang Qiang.

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