Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 40
"Master Tang, these are flower rolls, have you eaten them yet?" She lifted the lid of the pot, first took out a steaming steamed flower roll and handed it to him, and at the same time gave two pieces to Mu Lang and Caiyun, and gave them a seat first. Stomach pad.

To say that the delicacies of mountains and seas that Tang Mo has eaten are absolutely countless. He has basically eaten anything that flies in the sky, swims in the water, or runs on the ground, as long as it can be included in the recipe.But it was precisely because he ate too much, carefully, and finely, when he was faced with the small flower rolls produced by the farm, he was surprised at first, and held it in his hand and didn't eat it.When he caught sight of Mu Xiang's unhappy eyes from the corner of his eye, he quickly opened his mouth and took a bite.

The method of steaming flower rolls with wood fragrance is different from making steamed stuffed buns, and it’s not just a matter of just smearing some red chili sauce on it.She rolled out the whole dough thinly like rolling out noodles.Sprinkle chopped chives, spread a layer of rapeseed oil, a layer of chili sauce, then fold up the dough, cut into sections with a knife, twist into the shape of a flower, and then it can be steamed in a pan.

Therefore, the flower rolls she steamed have a soft texture, a slightly chewy dough, and the aroma of chili sauce and chives.

Tang Mo took one mouthful and felt that he was still satisfied, two mouthfuls and felt that it was not enough, and after three or four mouthfuls, the flower rolls disappeared.

Although Mulang and Caiyun often ate flower rolls, the elder sister made delicious food, and they ate quickly and deliciously. When they looked up, they saw Tang Mo not only finished eating the flower rolls ahead of them, but also staring at the food in Mu Xiang's hand. Basket, she is filling it with flower rolls!
In an instant, they were unhappy.Why does this tall, handsome, and rich elder brother like her family's little Hanamaki!
Tang Mo felt embarrassed being stared at by the two little children, coughed dryly, and said, "I'll give you some food tomorrow, as compensation for eating your rice rolls." He felt that what he said was too reasonable, so he handed it Stretching out, he grabbed two more flower rolls and devoured them. It looked more delicious than eating the most famous pastry in Beijing.

Mu Xiang teased: "You don't need to send food to my house, I can still invite you to eat a flower roll, but if you eat too much, you won't be able to drink soup later." pot.

The pot has been placed in the corner, and there is no fire, let alone any heat coming out.But when she lifted the pot, a fresh fragrance came to her nostrils. The kitchen was small and the fragrance was strong, so the three people and one dog, including Tang Mo, could smell it.

Hei Bao struggled to jump down from Mu Lang's arms, ran to the small pot on his fat and short legs, and wagged his tail violently at Mu Xiang.

"What kind of soup is this? It smells so good," Tang Mo turned into a curious baby, and stretched his head to look.

Mu Xiang put the lid on the pot unceremoniously, "This is soft-shelled turtle soup. I picked up a soft-shelled turtle in the pond at the back yesterday and killed it to make the soup." She explained the process of making the soup, at least not now. tell him.Wild soft-shelled turtles, at least in ancient times, were rarely used to make soup. On the one hand, the front and back of soft-shelled turtles are shells. For the ancients with insufficient resources, soft-shelled turtles are not as fragrant as fish.Therefore, when most people catch soft-shelled turtles, they throw them away casually because they are small in size.If it is too big, they think that the meat is too old. Few people are willing to bother and waste seasoning to stew turtle.

Seeing what she said, it was hard for Tang Mo to imagine that it was too cruel for a girl to kill a turtle with a kitchen knife in her hand.

Sensing Tang Mo's probing eyes, Mu Xiang just smiled lightly, with a slightly mocking tone, "We were not born with gold spoons in our mouths, it would be nice to have a bite to eat, it's nothing to kill a turtle, if you're hungry, even a tiger They can all be killed!"

Tang Mo knew that he had offended her again, but the soft-shelled turtle soup was really delicious, "Ms. Mu, let's discuss it. I'll give you a tael of silver. Can you give me a taste of soft-shelled turtle soup?" It's better to pay money, otherwise he will feel bad if he always eats from her house.

At first, I thought that Mu Xiang would reject him, after all, people don't want food, how can they accept money?
Unexpectedly, Mu Xiang nodded briskly, "Okay, just a tael of silver for a bowl, for the sake of you coming to my house from such a long distance, it's a good deal for you!"

The porcelain bowl in her house is not too big, Mu Xiang scooped a few pieces of soft-shelled turtle shells, and some soup, the bowl is full.It seems that the material is full, but in fact most of it is due to the shell.

Tang Mo didn't care, he readily took out a tael of silver and put it on the pot table, then took the bowl and drank.

Mu Xiang served a bowl for each of her younger brothers and sisters, and even a portion of black treasure, but it was a little less.After all, it is a rare and good thing, so it would be nice to have a taste of it.

Caiyun saw that everyone had brought bowls, but her sister didn't move, so she put down her own bowl, took the biggest bowl from the kitchen, filled a bowl full of soft-shelled turtle soup, and gave it to Mu Xiang, "Sister, You are the pillar of our family, so you should eat the most!"

Mu Xiang's nose was sore when she was moved, and her heart was distressed by the sensibleness of this younger sister.Mu Xiang nodded, did not refuse, took the bowl and ate it.The three of them, siblings, share weal and woe. If she doesn't eat, Mu Lang and Caiyun will definitely not move their chopsticks either.

Tang Mo was drinking the soft-shelled turtle with gusto, and when he heard their sisters' conversation, his eyes slowly dimmed.Thinking of my brothers, in order to fight for power and power, they did not hesitate to use the means of killing each other, plotting against each other, turning each other into enemies, and the feelings of childhood have long since disappeared.

In front of him, the family affection between the Mu family's siblings made him look very dazzling.He put down the bowl, with a gloomy expression on his face, "I've finished eating, it's getting late, you can eat slowly, Miss Mu, we've decided on the cooperation between the two of us, it's raining these few days, wait for the weather to clear up I'll come back in a few days!" After walking two steps, he turned his head and said to her, "The soft-shelled turtle soup you made is very fresh!" With just this sentence, he left without looking back.

Mu Xiang saw that his face had turned ugly, knowing that the young master was in a bad mood, so she didn't say much, just sent him to the door.The only thing that is finalized now is to dry the chrysanthemums. I don't know when the rain will last.She thought, when the rain subsided in the evening, she would go to the mountain to pick chrysanthemums.

In fact, dried chrysanthemums are not dried in the sun, but dried in the shade in a ventilated and dry place.But look at the two simple rooms in her house, where is there any separate space?

Standing under the eaves of the porch, Mu Xiang cast her eyes on the high wall next to the mansion. There is a ready-made wall here. When I have money, I can build up this piece, and there will be several more rooms!

She was looking forward to it, when an uninvited guest suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard, looked Mu Xiang up and down with a smirk, and said in a dark voice: "Oh, I really didn't see it, you girl, you can still touch it." How about someone like the young master of the Tang family, it’s raining, and you still leave him at home, do you want to climb high?” Chen Mei’e leaned against the door with the sole in her hand.While talking to Mu Xiang, she didn't stop working. Every time a needle hole was inserted, the needle would be scraped on the head.

(End of this chapter)