The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

When Yun Yan saw Zhao Yunchu following in, he asked him to do coolies and help himself stir the milk.

What Zhao Yunchu had was strength, and evenly stirred the milk for hundreds of times, separating the oil and milk, so that when the oil on the top was cooled, it became ghee, and the milk settled on the bottom. After fermentation, it can be made into butter.

When it's so good, mix some honey, it becomes a semi-solid and squeezes it into a snail shape, solidifies it in cold water, clamps it up at the right time, and it takes shape.

The color was white. For the sake of beauty, Yun Yan picked some mulberries back, and put a small spot on each of them. Many of them were placed on a plate, which was really beautiful.

In "Jin Ping Mei", there is a pink color in making this kind of fruit, which is added with plant pigments. Yun Yan did not prepare for returning here, otherwise all kinds of colors can be made, and children will like it even more.

Yun Yan picked up a piece of it and took a bite. The soaked snails melted in the mouth, with a strong milky taste, and the sweet taste of honey. The mulberry was temporarily added and had a bit of sourness. It was very greasy and became unintentional. The magical pen of the willow.

This is a little different from what he had eaten at Hu Shang. It may be caused by the details in the steps, and Hu Shang likes to put more sugar, which he can't afford. But it does not affect its overall taste, and it is generally regarded as a success.

Once God saw Zhao Yunchu looking at him expectantly, Yun Yan took another piece to him.

Zhao Yunchu lowered his head and held it in his mouth, eating a mouthful of milk and honey, and smiling so that his eyes were bent, "It's delicious."

Yun Yan returned with great satisfaction, picked some out, prepared to give Zheng Ping, Shuangyi, and Xiaobao, and wrapped a few for Zhao Yunchu, put the rest in a large pottery bowl, and then asked Xiaobao to eat.

The child has little resistance to this thing, especially since the family has basically never eaten dairy products. Xiaobao is a bit more enthusiastic than Zhao Yunchu, who often eats dairy products in the palace.

So far, all the tastings have been highly praised, and Yun Yanhui is relieved to take the pottery bowl well and take it with him.

After seeing the appearance, I praised it first, "No wonder it's called a bubble snail. It turned out to be a snail shape, but it's exquisite."

Yun Yan replied: "Hey, there are actually a few pieces that haven't been squeezed. They don't look like snails, but shit, so I didn't dare to bring them to you and give them to Mr. Zhao."

Clearly: "..."

"You, you..." Zhao Yunchu was anxious, and put Yun Yan back on the table to untie the butter soaked snails that Yun Yan had packed for him, to see if all he was given to him was "butter soaked shit". He was really wronged. .

"If you lied to you, you just watched it by the side, where there is a **** shape, I just laughed with the mage." Yun Yan thought back that Zhao Yunchu was really a silly sweet and pure.

Zhao Yunchu still untied and confirmed it, and he gave up only when his spiral shapes were intact.

I laughed clearly, and ate a piece with my hands. I knew that what Yun Yanhui described earlier was correct. It really melts in the mouth without any effort, and the taste is very soft, and the taste is very suitable for the elderly.

"It's really the most delicious thing in the world!" Thinking about it again, the "apprentice" made it for himself, and the old monk was so moved that he gave a very high evaluation.

"The mage wants to eat it for me in the future, so he will make it for you." The old monk has been very good to their family in the past few years. Yun Yan knew in his heart that although he often made jokes, he was very grateful. Such a purely good person is rare even in ancient times when the folk customs were simple and honest.

Not only the old monks, Shuang Yi and Zheng Ping came back and tasted the buttered snails, and they all loved them extremely. It’s just a pity that you need a lot of milk to make snails in butter.

Yun Yanhui just tried to make a snack at will. The cost of this thing was high, and Hu Shang didn't sell it, so he naturally didn't think about it.

Only a few days later, Zhao Yunchu appeared in Daxiangguo Temple again, and came to Yunyan to return.

On that day, he brought back a few snails in butter. The people in Bianjing were already a sweet treat, and the princess liked it very much, so he asked the cook in the house to cook it too, but where did the cook know how to make this. After asking Zhao Yunchu, Fang knew that Master's disciples learned it from Hu Ren.

Nowadays, there are young officials in the imperial court, and the empress dowager is in charge, who is extremely afraid of these young and powerful princes. Not long ago, Zhao Yunchu's father simply said that the illness had been confined in the mansion, because he was afraid of being suspected of taking his place.

In this case, the princess was inconvenient and frantically looking for a snail who could make butter soaked snails, so she simply asked her son to go to Daxiangguo Temple again, bring the cook in the house, and ask for a recipe from the disciple who knew it.

Zhao Yunchu also brought thirty pennies of money from the princess, as tuition fees.

Yun Yan sighed back at the aristocracy's great handwork, and felt ashamed of it. Although the Hushang who taught him never said that he was not allowed to teach others, it was another matter to exchange money, not to mention that he and Zhao Yunchu were still acquaintances.

Zhao Yunchu still wanted to leave him thirty tongs, but Yun Yan insisted on not accepting it. He had no choice but to say: "Well, let's do this. In the future, I will make buttered snails at home, so I will give you some and Master Kuan Ran. Come, if there is any leftover milk, I will feed you the bear."

Yun Yanhui was extremely happy. Beibei was clamoring for milk all day long. Without milk, she rolled all over the floor, holding people's legs to keep her from walking, and kept making chirping noises. The people who listened couldn't bear it. But if he wants to supply it often, he can't afford it.

"This is good, but you only need to give it a few times." He felt it necessary to emphasize this point, otherwise, with Zhao Yunchu's sincerity, it is very likely that the one-offer will last for three to five years. Isn't it more expensive than thirty?

The cook of Zhao Yunchu's family brought a lot of utensils, including milk, sugar and other raw materials. Yun Yan took them with his hands and made it clear to him about the various joints, especially the timing of picking the bubble snails when he was a child.

The cook is worthy of being a professional. I learned not to say it all at once, and made a high-quality version of the buttered snails here.

Last time Yun Yan came back to think that there is no pigment or something, the chef brought it, all colors are pure and natural, not only made colored bubble snails, but also two-color and three-color. That is, it is mixed with different pigments, packed in a container and extruded at the same time.

You can also put some fruits on the surface like Yunyanhui, or sprinkle some meringue.

Yun Yanhui also squeezed out a hollow peach with a red yeast rice pigment. What is rare is that the shape is not broken, but everyone does not understand what he is doing. Yun Yan replied with emotion, how happy you would be if you were modern girls.

Finally, the cook of Zhao Yunchu’s family learned how to make snails in butter, and experimented with a lot of different flavors. They didn’t bring them when they left. Yun Yan returned to them at a bargain. They couldn’t finish eating at home, and they gave them to them. Neighbors and know well.

Soon afterwards, the buttered snails spread from the palace to the aristocratic class of Bianliang. Yun Yanhui also promoted the popularization of buttered snails in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Zhao Yunchu made a few trips to Daxiangguo Temple with the help of soaking snails in butter and milk. Yun Yan returned with short staff and was not as embarrassed to not accept the door as before.

On this day, Zhao Yunchu came with a can of milk. Before he reached the door, a black and white figure rushed over and hugged his calf firmly. It was Yun Beibei.

Because Zhao Yunchu is accompanied by milk every time he comes, Beibei has already remembered him.

Zhao Yunchu couldn't get rid of it. I don't know how it was released. He dragged a hugged leg and moved a few steps like a half-handicapped person, "Brother, brother, help me!"