food color and fragrance

Chapter 75 Where's the rice?

Mrs. Fang was slightly surprised when she heard Qing Miao talk about the Yang family.

It seems that things are different from what she thought, but Yang Huailiu is such a vigorous girl, Madam Fang also wants to test her limit.

Mrs. Qingmiao Zifang asked her about Yang Huailiu, and she kept praising her:

"...I have not seen many young ladies before, but I have never seen Miss Yang who is so hardworking and down-to-earth. She is in charge of Master Yang's basic necessities of life, and she is very easy-going. The second son of the Zhang family has been studying with her all the time. It’s only occasionally when the master returns home that he calls a few words.”

Qing Miao paused, and added: "When I first left, I didn't distrust my servant, I just let my servant take care of a whole lot of things, and I didn't shy away from my servant when it comes to things like money. I can even pick up my shopping by myself. Yin Zi, just come back and tell me."

"She's easygoing." Mrs. Fang muttered softly, and Wen Xiyun was a little impatient, "The children of the poor are already in charge of their families, and they don't even have a few taels of silver to hide...Auntie, how do you treat this Yang Huailiu?" Is it caring enough?"

"Your uncle attaches great importance to her father, and this time I also intend to find a good matchmaker for her." Mrs. Fang made the matter clear, and Qing Miao showed a look of surprise, and immediately added: "Mrs. Miss Jia is looking for a good relative."

"Didn't my cousin have a good relationship with her? Does my aunt intend to accept her as her daughter-in-law?" Wen Xiyun teased eccentrically, but was lightly slapped by Mrs. Fang, "Stop teasing your cousin, do you know what your aunt values ​​most? You girl."

Wen Xiyun's face was red, and he said sullenly: "I will not marry my cousin, I will only be your niece."

Mrs. Fang didn't say any more about this matter with her, and looked at Qingmiao for a while, "Now you say three words and praise three words, you are really a member of the Yang family, how well Master Yang treats you?"

Qing Miao was stunned, and then her face turned purple eggplant-colored, "Master Yang is busy with business, he returns late and gets up early, and the servants are only responsible for his food and clothing. Master Yang will take care of the rest by himself, without the intervention of the servants."

"He dislikes you?" Mrs. Fang saw that Qing Miao hadn't been confiscated, and she couldn't help feeling suspicious of Yang Zhiyuan.

Qing Miao quickly waved her hands, "No, Master Yang said that he would guard his ex-wife for a year..."

"Then you just wait on him, and if he takes a fancy to you, it's your luck." Mrs. Fang didn't want to say any more, but pondered over the mantra, "The two sons of the Zhang family often go to the Yang family?"

Qing Miao nodded, "I often go. When the young master went to pick up Miss Yang yesterday, the eldest son of the Zhang family was also there."

"Go and see how their vegetarian food is doing, remember what you said today, don't talk nonsense." Qing Miao immediately responded to Mrs. Fang's order, and then went out to find Sanskrit.

Wen Xiyun glanced at Mrs. Fang from the corner of her eye, and muttered, "Can that girl cook food? Don't try to be a show."

Mrs. Fang glanced at her, put aside the topic and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, how about asking your cousin to take you to the outskirts of the county to enjoy the snow scenery and eat roast lamb? That kind of custom doesn't exist in Beijing, and there are also craftsmen from the country of Yan The pottery cup made by myself is very beautiful."

Wen Xi hesitated, "You go too."

"I'm too tired to accompany you today." Mrs. Fang said firmly, "That's it. I'll tell someone to make arrangements later."

Wen Xiyun pursed her lips and did not say any words of rejection after all, "Why hasn't Yang Huailiu come yet? I feel like going back."

"It's never too late for a good meal, let's just wait."

While Mrs. Fang was talking to Wen Xiyun, Fanyin was cooking "braised duck" on the stove.

It is said to be duck meat, but in fact it is tofu skin torn into pieces, then put in peanut oil, add soy sauce and clear water to stuff the tofu skin until the soup is boiled dry, take it out and cool it with ice, spread it on the sackcloth, and roll it into a Put the original strips in, and then put them in boiling water to cook. After cooking, remove the sackcloth and cut into inch sections. Spread the mushrooms and "duck meat" in a bowl, cover with cabbage and press it for a while, then steam in the cage. After a while, heat the oil after steaming, pour over the mixed seasoning and sprinkle a few coriander leaves.

It looks like shredded pork from the outside, and it tastes like duck meat when you eat it.

Sanskrit was making quick moves there, and Chang's mother was already stunned, and stepped forward to ask, but she didn't wait for Sanskrit's hand to make the next vegetarian crab noodle dish, which was basically the same as the previous one. Crab powder is the taste of tofu, which is extra sweet and delicious.

It was too late, Sanskrit moved very quickly, Chang's mother recalled the steps just now, and before she could figure it out, the two dishes were already out of the pot!
"Oh, I really don't know if you don't look at it. Ms. Yang's craftsmanship is absolutely amazing! The old slave smells delicious, let alone taste it!" Chang's mother smiled and her eyes were already narrowed. Son, Yang Huailiu also had a great change in her heart.

Everyone said that this little girl is a person who can support her family. Now it seems that she really has this ability...

"The time is too tight, there is not enough time to stew, and there is not enough time to steam. If there is enough time, the taste will be better." What Sanskrit said was the truth, Chang's mother said quickly: "This is good enough, Mr. Although I say my vision is shallow, I dare not say anything else, even the best restaurant chef in Qingcheng County can't compare to Miss Yang's craftsmanship!"

"You haven't tasted it yet, so you're just praising it. What if it's just the appearance, and it's really unpalatable?"

Sanskrit made a self-deprecating tease, and Chang's mother snorted coldly with a smile, "This old servant still believes in his own nose, if it tastes bad, this old face can be beaten by others at will!"

"Chang's mother trusts me so much, I'm really flattered." Fanyin was talking, Qing Miao hurried over from outside, saw that the dishes were ready, looked at Chang's mother with a smile: "Mom, you know Miss Yang's craftsmanship Great, right?"

"I know, I know, this old servant will go back to Madam and tell the young monks to bring the food." Mama Chang went out as she said that.

Qing Miao sent Chang's mother to the door, and Fanyin told her to bring food to Jingge.

"Miss, come out and whisper a few words before we go!" Qing Miao is not an idiot, she knows what Madam Fang asked just now, and she may not have the opportunity to talk privately with Miss later, so she must pass the word on now , in fact, she also endured the discomfort in her stomach.

Sanskrit knew that Mrs. Fang must have asked her something, so she took off the clothes that covered the oil stains on her body, and was afraid that someone would eavesdrop at the door, so she took Qingmiao to the corner outside the small kitchen and whispered.

Zhong Xingyan walked with the little monk to Jingge. His mother passed away, and his father, General Huaiyuan, still served in the Northwest Army, but his mother's last words were to be buried in the place where he was born. The mother's coffin was transported back to Qingcheng County, and the monks in the temple here should be invited to perform the rescue.

Because he didn't want to make a big announcement about the funeral, Zhong Xingyan and his party didn't disturb the local officials. They only planned to finish the matter in a low-key manner and return to the capital after a year of mourning.

Zhong Xingyan has a deep relationship with his mother, but after all, he is a 16-year-old who has a temperament that does not like meat and wine. Now it is extremely painful to eat white rice and tofu every day.

What is the relationship between keeping filial piety and being a vegetarian?
Zhong Xingyan has always been skeptical about this issue, but even though he is notoriously not abiding by etiquette, he also gritted his teeth and endured the matter of keeping filial piety for his mother.

Because he missed his mother from the bottom of his heart.

"Grumbling..."

His stomach was rumbling inappropriately at this time, Zhong Xingyan patted helplessly, looked at the young monk accompanying him and said, "Has the kitchen been vacated? When will the food be served?"

"Benefactor Zhong, please wait for a moment, let the little monk go and have a look." The little monk walked quickly towards the kitchen, Zhong Xingyan didn't want to wait here, and walked slowly with the little monk.

The kitchenette is empty...

But the two dishes on the chopping board really caught Zhong Xingyan's attention.

"Why do you still cook meat in your temple?" Smelling the smell and looking at the dishes, the young monk was at a loss, frowning and didn't know how to answer. He also knew that Mrs. Fang and her family came here to burn incense today. , but how to set fire to meat dishes in Jinge's kitchen?But it is better to ask the host what to do!

The little monk was frightened and told Zhong Xingyan and hurried to find the host. Zhong Xingyan couldn't help but walked over to take a closer look, and then looked at the unpacked oily bean curd on the table. Could it be this thing? ?
Seeing no one around, Zhong Xingyan raised his chopsticks and took a bite!
"good to eat!"

Two more chopsticks...

"It's so delicious. This temple still cooks duck meat. Do you want to invite the host here to do something for your mother?" Zhong Xingyan ate while thinking, and the dish quickly became scarce in the process of thinking... …

Qing Miao and Sanskrit were talking about what Mrs. Fang had just said.

"Mrs. Fang said that she was choosing a marriage for Miss. That Miss Wen teased Mrs. Fang whether she wanted to marry Miss. The lady said that she was willing to marry her. Miss, choosing a relative is a big deal. The master hasn't come out to make the decision. Why did Mrs. Fang come forward?" gone?"

Qing Miao didn't know that Yang Zhiyuan and Fanyin had already discussed this matter in private, "If you choose someone who doesn't suit you, who has the final say? This is not a trivial matter!"

"Pretend you don't know about this matter, and you didn't tell me about it." Fanyin was startled, Madam Fang told this matter in front of Qing Miao, was it just to tell herself that her daughter-in-law's standard is Wen Xiyun ?
But she didn't have much interest in Fang Jingzhi at all, where did all these thoughts come from?

"Slaves must remember these things, but you have to know it in your heart. This is a big deal." Qing Miao babbled, Sanskrit knew that she was doing it for her own good, "Remember your good, don't worry, we can't delay too long, early Finish today's business and go home early."

After the master and servant finished speaking, they went to the small kitchen.

What about the dishes?

As soon as Fanyin entered the small kitchen door, he saw two empty plates bottomed out. What's going on?What about rice?
(End of this chapter)