Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 413
Gui Xiang pursed her lips and smiled, "It's on the table, guess which one it is?"

right on the table?

Qingluo's eyes fixed on the big round pumpkin, and she was about to reach out to get it.

"Oh, carefully burn your hands!" Gui Xiang hurriedly stopped her paws, and said angrily, "If you burn your hands, you won't even be able to pick up a pen tomorrow, let's see how you write!"

Qingluo swayed her feet, raised her face and smiled like a child: "With the fourth housekeeper and the sixth housekeeper here, let alone writing, I don't even need a pen."

Lin Si smiled and sat down with Rong Cheng.

Seeing them coming, Su Xin specially went to get another altar of good wine.

"Hey, what a good day today, drinking and eating meat?" Chen Xiangxue walked in slowly, wearing a gorgeous dress, like a willow supported by a weak wind.

"Your legs are rather long. If you haven't eaten, why don't you try some?" Qingluo laughed.

Now everyone in the yamen knows that Chen Xiangxue is a local tyrant, and all the food and use are brought in from outside, the top-notch things.

So even though she temporarily lived here with Qingluo, she never had dinner with Qingluo and the others.

She stopped at the door, stretched her neck to look at the table, and shook her head: "Nothing special, I don't want to eat."

"Forget it, let's eat by ourselves." Qing Luo greeted Su Xin and Gui Xiang, "Sit down and eat together."

Guixiang glanced at Rongcheng, blushing slightly.Shaking his head: "No, miss, you eat, I will wait by the side."

If she didn't eat, Su Xin would not be able to sit on the table, and she might as well serve her at the side.

"Miss isn't looking for sorghum rice? Look here——"

Su Xin smiled and lifted the lid of the pumpkin, and a burst of hot mist immediately rose.

After the mist passed, a ball of snow-white and crystal-clear rice appeared in front of my eyes.

Each pearl exudes a soft luster, really like a bunch of pearls piled together, it looks extremely attractive.

"What is this?" Rong Cheng straightened his eyes.

He is also a famous chef, and he has seen many famous ingredients.But I have never seen such crystal clear rice.

Su Xin looked proud: "This is done according to the method Miss said, Miss, see if it is what you said?"

"I just let you steam it, but I didn't teach you this kind of trick..." Qingluo was also a little surprised, she dug a spoonful with a spoon, put it into a bowl, and tasted it.

Su Xin asked nervously, "How is it?"

Even Chen Xiangxue craned her neck to watch.

Because even she had never seen that kind of food.

Chewing the green radish for a while, although the taste is a bit rough, not as good as rice, but it is very tenacious, mixed with the sweetness of pumpkin, it is still very delicious.

She put down her chopsticks and shook her head.

"Isn't it delicious?" Su Xin was a little disappointed.

"No." Qing Luo laughed, "You did it too carefully. Fourth Steward, Brother Rong, you guys should try it too."

Su Xin had already filled two portions and placed them in front of Lin Si and Rong Cheng.

They tasted it separately and nodded: "It's delicious, what is this?"

Qingluo explained: "It's a kind of sorghum rice that grows on the hillside. Oh, the locals call it Shushu. They usually use it to feed cattle."

Rongcheng was surprised: "They feed this to cows?"

The crystal clear rice grains, like a tribute, are so soft and sweet that people can't eat them, but they are actually fed to cows.

How rich are the people in Qili Village?Do they eat rice and white flour steamed buns every day?

"Anyway, Feng Yi said that when he brought the things over that day, they used this to feed the cows in the village, and they didn't like to strain the cow's stomach..." Su Xin muttered, "But they seem to feed them directly with straw straws, and they didn't feed the rice grains. Get it out. If the lady hadn't told me, I wouldn't have thought that this would be a meal."

Rong Cheng was speechless.

Qingluo smiled and said: "Brother Rong was surprised because you made this sorghum so finely. It's good for ordinary people to fill their stomachs. Who would cook like this? Take pumpkins to accompany them, and is there honey and honey in it?" Tremella?"

Su Xin complacently asked, "Miss, did you eat it?"

This girl grew up in the Lin Mansion, and she is used to seeing all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas. People like the Lin Mansion can come up with eighty different tricks for a steamed bun.

That's why Su Xin pays attention to delicacy in cooking. She can steam a handful of worthless sorghum rice in a pumpkin, and then use expensive honey tremella as a seasoning.

Which ordinary people eat like this?
This is completely contrary to Qingluo's idea of ​​wanting to taste the original taste of sorghum rice.

"Is there any more of this sorghum?" She asked Su Xin.

Su Xin nodded enthusiastically: "There are still many, Miss, do you still eat? I thought of a new way..."

"Stop!" Qingluo hurriedly interrupted her, "Your whimsical ideas will come into play later, first do as I said."

Su Xin listened attentively: "What do you want to eat, miss?"

Every time Qingluo thinks of a way to make food, it is an eye-opener for her.Su Xin almost fell in love with her regular lectures.

Qing Luo: "You steam all the remaining sorghum rice in a big pot, remember, don't put any seasoning, just steam it like white rice, understand?"

"No problem, then?" Su Xin nodded happily.

"It's over."

"It's over... huh?" Su Xin looked at her cutely, but didn't react.

Qingluo knocked on her forehead: "It's the simplest steamed, go!"

"Oh..." Su Xin went away in a daze.

To her, this was simply overkill, and after a while, she ran in with her sleeves rolled up, saying that it was done.

Qingluo nodded: "Rongcheng, call Huang Butou here."

Those yamen servants who did not have a family in everything, would eat some at noon.Their salaries are limited, and it has been several months since Catcher Huang said that they have not been paid, so it is probably quite difficult.

Sure enough, Huang Butou came running with two wowotou in his hands.

Qingluo glanced at the black cornbread in his hand, and asked him: "Have you eaten it?"

"It's about to be ready to eat. Are adults going out? I'll let them prepare it."

"No, you tell them not to eat first, I asked Su Xin to make some food, I want to give them a taste, see if it suits their appetite."

"Sir, please eat?" Huang Tutou happily put the corn bread in his arms, "I'll tell them to shut up!"

There were a dozen yamen servants in total, and according to Qing Luo's instructions, Gui Xiang went to find a large porcelain bowl with a blue border, and poured sorghum rice into the bowl.

Su Xin took a sip and felt that it was too rough, she frowned and said, "Miss, just eat like this? Do you want me to cook some dishes?"

Qingluo shook her head: "No, you go and get the leftover lard from cooking, oh, and soy sauce too."

When she brought it, Qingluo did it herself, mixed the lard into the sorghum rice, and then poured a little soy sauce on it.

A big bowl of rice, steaming hot, exudes the aroma of lard and soy sauce.

Even Chen Xiangxue swallowed her saliva.

"Miss, what do you want--" At this time, Gui Xiang also came over with a large tray, on which there were tender green onions, cucumbers and dipping sauce.

Qingluo nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go, deliver the food!"

(End of this chapter)