Here Comes The Lady Chef

After dinner, everything was fine, and everyone closed the lights.

In the bedroom, Zhou was lying beside Wen Shouzheng, tossing on the other side, making it difficult to fall asleep.

"Dad, have you noticed that Rouer has changed a lot recently, not as naughty as before."

"Yeah! Rouer has finally grown up and is sensible." Wen Shouzheng turned over.

"Tomorrow's proprietor is happy, I have a leisure day and wondering if our family hasn't been outing for a long time, maybe ..." After a while, Wen Shouzheng's thick voice sounded, slightly warm.

"Yeah, Tinger also said that recently Mr. has 恙, and he has to take a three-day break, and he must be free." Zhou's voice was somewhat pleased.

"This stinky boy couldn't study, but he refused to learn cooking with me. Think I'm Wen Shouzheng, I have a stunt and I am full of Xianyang ..."

"Well, boast for decades, his father, go to sleep!"

I was gentle next door, lying quietly, thinking about the days after my rebirth, there was a tear in my chest, it seemed that the sharp arrow in my heart was still there, and it seemed that the life and death of my loved ones were in sight. Thinking of this, two lines of tears burst out without warning, slipping past her fair-skinned cheeks, dripping silently into the bedding ...

In the previous life, Wen Rou witnessed the nineteen mouths of the Wen family being cut by the door.

My brother Wen Ting was miserable at different places; his mother Zhou was unbearable, and his daughter-in-law was filled into the ticker bar, hanging up in suicide; his father Wen Shou was being blamed by Xing; , Abandon life, bloodshed to death ...

Everything, just like yesterday!

Gentle and afraid to close her eyes, the dearest loved one was around, and she was afraid that she would wake up and return to that snowy night.

When Wan Wanjian penetrated his heart, he was reborn and returned to his youth. His relatives were still by his side. This must be the favor of heaven!

Let Rou Ruochunshui live again without any regrets; let the simple and kind she avoid the evils of previous lives and protect all her loved ones; let her brighten her eyes and see the face of all people, no longer let Black and white reversed ...

Then, she will not be dejected, and she will live well again!

In past life, she was just a well-behaved daughter behind her father, ignorant and simple. When the calamity is upon her, she can do nothing, but at the moment of life and death, she hates her incompetence and laments the helplessness of her life!

In this life, she is going to be a big tree, shelter the family from the wind and rain, and stretch the world for herself!

Gently buried her head and face in the quilt, and allowed the tears to soak in the cotton wool.

She secretly swears that the tragedy of the previous life will not be repeated, and the blood of the past life will be revenged!

温 The eyes are gentle and clear in the dark, like bright stars in the night sky.

In the boundless darkness, she seemed to see the two men, smiling slightly at herself.

Uh ...

The Da Zhou dynasty, Chengde in 28 years, at that time the whole world was leveled, and no swordsmen were found. People have a place to live, and they have nothing to worry about.

It is the time of winter.

On this day, the sun is shining, bringing a touch of warmth to the early winter.

On the outskirts of Xianyang, the girl's beautiful singing came out.

"Rouer, why is it so happy?" Zhou asked with a smile.

I spat out my tongue tenderly, and thought to myself: Somehow I was reborn and returned to the twelve-year-old situation, and I was really overjoyed.

"Tinger, Rouer, come and take your hands!" Wen Shouzheng yelled loudly, and slowly took away a blue cloth bag and spread it on the ground.

"Dad, come!" Gentle and crisp response, holding a mess of firewood, and jumped to Wen Shouzheng.

Wu Zhoushi helped to burn wood and set the pot from the side.

Looking at the familiar figure of father and mother, the gentle nasal cavity suddenly felt sour. Loved ones are around, how nice! She tossed it hard before tears dripped from her eye sockets.

"Mother, come to help you!" Gently reached out his little hand and threw a few branches under the pot.

"Hot hands carefully!" Zhou was afraid that the firewood would smoke into the gentle little hands.

"Where is Tinger?" Wen Shouzheng stopped his hand and stood up to look around.

He saw a young man in a gray-blue cotton suit, about 13 or 14 years old, holding a linear book in his hand, sitting quietly on a piece of bluestone not far away.

Nuanyang covered the whole body, the young man's white face was straight, his features were more and more bright, and he was similar to gentleness.

Brother Yi is still a fragile look, and he still loves books. There was a secret smile in the tenderness of the heart, and there was a moment of endless beauty.

"Smelly boy! Come here!" Wen Shouzheng even shouted a few times, seeing that Wen Ting was still unheard of, and still looked at the book on his own, and he was not angry.

He then grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bag and slammed them into Wen Ting.

"Which **** lost me!" Wen Ting was caught off guard, the smashed pain hurt, he jumped up suddenly, and roared.

"It's my idiot!" Wen Shouzheng turned black and pointed to his nose.

"Daddy, it's you, it's good to lose, good to lose ..." Wen Ting smirked, smirked, and patted the dirt on his body a few times, and then found out a dirty dirt from the neck. Reluctantly closed the book, carefully closed it, and came slowly to this side.

"Read and read, you know how to read all day! If you haven't missed three times, you might as well learn to cook with me early!" Wen Shouzheng buried his head and ignored Wen Ting around him.

Yun Wenting looked ugly, but did not dare to speak.

"Daddy, so many delicious food!" Gentle quickly changed the subject when she saw the situation was not right.

"Oh, these are all leftovers from Zuixianlou. I thought about throwing them away, but I took them home." Wen Shou just kept picking up and responding to the words.

The front is okay, some sweet potatoes, cabbage, radishes ...

After that, pork, ham, duck eggs, mushrooms ...

I watched softly stunned.

I really do n’t steal the food from the cook!

Wen Shouzheng finally took a whole light chicken out of the package, and saw that the chicken was intact, and all the feathers on the whole body had been washed away, but it became more and more chicken-like fat.

"Dad, is this also the scraps of Zuixianlou?" Gentle finally couldn't help it, reached out and took the bright and clean whole chicken, deliberately picked up the black and bright chicken feet, carefully choked, and narrowly smiled. Asked.

"Well." Wen Shou just answered.

"A fat chicken like this was thrown away right away. Do you drunk Xianlou use chicken feathers for cooking?" Gentle smiled, and asked again.

"go away!"

守 Wen Shouzheng hesitated, and then heard a gentle teasing, grabbed the chicken with his hands, and his face was slightly fat and white, and immediately rose a touch of black and red, a little bit annoyed.

"Dad, I'm hungry." Gentle quickly grimaced, gently shaking Wen Shouzheng's arms, and sprinkling Jiao.

"Wait!" Wen Shouzheng snorted, and found a food container from his arms. The drawing of gold peony and glaze was exquisite.

"Beijing's golden silk pastry, try it." During the talk, Wen Shouzheng opened the food container with a small amount of small and delicate pastries neatly arranged like a golden silk paeonia, which was very realistic.

"Delicious!" Tasted gently, crispy at the mouth, and instantly instantaneous.

"That's natural, a hundred-year-old secret recipe, the emperor also praised it!" Wen Shouzheng proudly said.

"Hundred Years of Secret Recipe!" Gently marveled, but suddenly the golden silk in his mouth melted, and the scene of the pastry chef cooking carefully appeared in his mind ...

Maybe it was an illusion. Tenderness didn't give much thought, and he squeezed a piece and filled it into his mouth: "Daddy, how good you are! Such a delicate pastry must be expensive?"

"You're stupid, Dad has been generous this time, this pastry must be from the restaurant!" Wen Ting squeezed two pieces, while stuffing his mouth, he was vague.

"Get off and work! I usually don't see you so smart at school!" Wen Shouzheng couldn't get off the stage and immediately kicked off.

Wen Ting took a kick, humming and slipped to the side to eat.

These two **** things are going to kill me! I'm not for you too!

Wen Shouzheng ignored the two little **** and lowered his head to fiddle with the bare chicken.

Gentle remembered that I had seen "White Cut Chicken" in a previous recipe, saying that it "is the taste of Taijiu Yuanjiu", which shows the status of White Cut Chicken in the minds of diners.

At this moment, Wen Shouzheng is cooking white cut chicken ...

I saw the bare chicken stuck on a bamboo stand, which had been soaked, the chicken was yellow in white, and the heat was exuding.

Wen Shouzheng opened an earthen pot beside him, carefully poured some oily dark-brown cold brine from the earthen pot with a small spoon, and began to drip on the chicken carefully.

Don't look at Wen Shouzheng whispering, but when the chicken is dripping, his expression is quite solemn, the movement is slow and careful, a small spoonful of spoonful, the brine drips from the chicken head to the chicken feet, and repeats several times, That's when the pots were closed.

I asked gently and curiously, "Dad, this brine should be old."

Wen Shouzheng said proudly: "Good eyesight, this pot is the brine of Yangcheng's first chicken," Changle Chicken ". It has never broken fire for 100 years, even in the turmoil of war, it is the brine that must be saved after fighting for life. It was so easy for the treasurer to buy a small bucket, and I just picked it up and studied new dishes. "

Zhou Zhou, Wen Ting, tenderness can't help but babble!

Wen Shouzheng kept his hands on the knife like flying, using a sharp knife to solve the chicken, and continued, "This is a Changle chicken that I made by myself. This chicken is not boiled, but is soaked in brine and then old. The brine overcools the bridge, so that the marinade naturally penetrates into the chicken. You taste it, it is delicious and fragrant, and the skin is crispy. "

Gently glanced at the pot, and when I saw it, I boiled the chicken's water. 绛 Red and bright, it turned out to be brine!

Between talking, the whole chicken has been sliced, placed on a plate, and drizzled with dipping.

鸡 A chicken is extremely delicately chopped, and the plate is extremely elegant. The chicken head is ahead, and the left and right wings are separated ~ www.readwn.com ~ It seems to spread its wings and fly high.

I ca n’t wait to put a piece in my mouth, I just feel that the skin is smooth, light and delicious, with a touch of taste. The best thing is that even the bones are delicious and abnormal, making people stay in them and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

"It's really delicious!" After Wen Ting tried it, he exclaimed with no demeanor.

The chicken has been chopped white, and the chicken is fully used.

Wen Shouzheng cooked unseen eggs and chicken with red dates, wolfberry, and rice wine. The soup tastes sweet, the wine reverberates, the taste is moderate, and it is warm and warm.

Zhou Zhou took a sip, and his comfortable eyes were crescent.

Wen Shouzheng then made a few vegetarian dishes, and the craftsmanship was notorious, and the family ate natural eyebrows and laughed, and their stomachs were full!

"This is ..." Gentlely and greedily sucked the old brine left by the fingertips, and suddenly choked again, a scene reappeared in his mind: In a kitchen, an old man who had never seen him was careful A bucket of brine, more than thirty ingredients, and nineteen processes are all very clear.

I wonder ...

想法 An idea floated in Gentle's head, and suddenly heard Wen Ting's voice sounded.

"Say back, Dad, this old brine is so precious, you take so much, won't it be discovered by the treasurer?"

回 Gently returned to God, glanced at Wen Shouzheng, and saw his blue forehead appear, his brother felt bad.

The result is not the same, just listening to the "snap", a clear slap in the face, and then Wen Shouzheng growled: "Miscellaneous things, specifically to expose Lao Tzu's short!"