Chapter 77:

After Jiang Shuya left the door, he heard a quarrel bursting nearby before he took a few steps.
She and Xie Xun looked at each other and walked along the side of the crowd.
As soon as he reached the edge of the crowd, the manager ran over out of breath: "Miss, someone is making trouble."
Jiang Shuyao had bad guesses in his mind for a long time, and he was not surprised at this, and asked calmly: "What's the matter? You speak slowly."
"That's it, the lady asked me to send someone to follow those sneaky people, and my people naturally followed suit. Those people didn't search for the secret recipe or dig out the cook, but instead found a shop and sat down. After ordering the food, one of them ate half of the meal and suddenly vomited, saying that the food was not clean, and then the other two vomited up. They accused the food of the problem and quarreled with Xiaoer." The shopkeeper said angrily. Unexpectedly, there are still poppi rascals who dare to come to the Lin family's site to run wild. We have sent them to report to the officials."
Jiang Shuyao glanced at the arguing crowd and sighed, "This is not a shipyard. The people standing around and watching are all ordinary people. If you just twiddle the reporter like this, you might convince the crowd?"
"This..." The shopkeeper was also the first time to run a food business, he hesitated, "Our people have already clarified whether the food is clean or not, it's clear to the officials."
Xie Xun watched by the side and interjected: "There is also this shop. I vomited three people in a row and caused trouble. Even if they were wronged, the business will get worse tonight, and it may even affect the whole next few days. A street business."
Speaking of this, the shopkeeper is also very angry; "No! What a disgusting person! If it's an upright grab for business or conspiracy to fight, it's all about it. You have to get some tricks to get out of the disgusting person, and the damage will not be too great. , It's disgusting, come here from time to time, and it will be annoying."
"Why was it okay a few days ago, but today you have mixed in with the ruffians?" Jiang Shuyao is not quite clear about the interest struggle behind these.
Since it is going to open a snack street, the Lin family naturally has investigated the background of various businesses. The shopkeeper replied: "A few days ago, everyone was watching jokes, thinking that our snack street is not a climate, and although there are many shops, it is only for ordinary people. What is the threat of eating. I didn’t expect that in recent days, there are more and more diners. Both civilians and wealthy people will come to taste the food. The number of diners who usually like to go to restaurants is decreasing. Come here. While eating, it was obvious that they weren't doing business all the way, but they blocked their way. Naturally, someone was anxious."
Xie Xun is also an official, and he knows a lot about these things: "These people are sent to the government, and at most they have to hit the board for a few days, and they will come out after a few days. As the shopkeeper said, although it won't hurt any business, Disgusting people are okay."
The shopkeeper echoed: "Exactly. Our Lin family is backed by Xiangyang Bofu, but there are also people behind other restaurants, and they are not worse than ours. Hey, we are also businessmen, so naturally we know that robbing people is not kind, if someone wants to squeeze in. In shipping business, the Lin family will also take action, but... but no one thought that those high-ranking officials or elegant scholars would come here to eat." This matter will not be so simple, it must be There was a big move, "It's a pity that the imperial concubine has vowed never to intervene in the Lin family's business since entering the palace, otherwise we will not be so suffocated, and we must deter those who want to reach out."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Shuyao couldn't help but fret together: "What should I do? If my mother is here, I will know how to deal with it."
Xie Xun stood by and cleared his throat: "Cough."
Jiang Shuyao turned his head and glanced at him inexplicably.
Xie Xun felt her gaze and emphasized the sense of existence: "Ah."
Jiang Shuyao: "Let me give my uncle a glass of water."
Xie Xun said helplessly: "I don't drink water." He stopped holding it, and said directly, "Behind the Lin family is the Boss Mansion in Xiangyang, which cannot compete with the powerful and powerful behind the rest of the restaurants in the capital, but you are different."
"Me?" Jiang Shuyao looked at him and said in surprise, "You don't want to say that it is Xie Guogong Mansion, do you?"
Xie Xun was a little speechless: "Naturally not." He was not so loud, he explained, "His Royal Highness."
"Tai, Prince?" Jiang Shu was dumbfounded.
"Yes, there is a method of making ice before, and there will be delicious food in the back. I believe the prince will help this." Xie Xun laughed, "Let them shut down tonight. I will see the prince tomorrow. If you want to make people make trouble in the future, you will have to weigh it a lot."
Jiang Shuyao nodded, the stone in his heart fell, and looked at the diners who were still talking at the door of the shop, worrying: "What should I do here?"
Guan Shi said respectfully: "We have already clarified and told everyone that the government will pay us justice."
Even if Jiang Shuya doesn’t understand business, he knows that this won’t reassure the diners. Instead, he feels that the Lin family is deceiving others:
It’s not good, you have to find them to completely dispel their doubts, so that even if someone makes trouble in the future, the diners will not doubt It's because we don't eat cleanly."
The shopkeeper was dumb, scratching his head: "This..."
Jiang Shuyao said: "You go to a nearby food stall to borrow a cart with a stove. Didn't they say that our market is not clean? Then let's show them the frying process and let them see how clean it is."
The shopkeeper's orders went down, and everyone worked quickly, and arrangements were quickly made.
The grandson of the cook of this restaurant is the son of the Lin family. She married and became a mistress early. Her husband was greedy and gambled. If he lost money, he would punch and kick her. Sometimes even her son would not be spared. She hasn't been injured for a day. After Lin decided to open the snack street, he went back to the main house of the Lin family once, and happened to see her limp passing by with scars on her face.
The rest of the people were not surprised, but because of the grievances he suffered in the marriage, Lin was extremely unfair about the bullying of his wife between the husband and wife, and immediately asked her to come over. The grandson’s husband is picky, the food is not delicious or the two meals a day are not satisfying, and another meal is punching and kicking. She is afraid of being beaten, and is very serious in cooking. Over time, she has developed a good cooking skill and is very good at cooking. Control is particularly good.
When Lin wrote to Jiang Shuyao about this, Jiang Shuyao suggested that she learn to cook fried rice. Fried rice sounds simple, but it's not easy to make it. From steaming rice to rice frying, every step is exquisite. The rice should be separated and not sticky. The egg liquid should try to wrap the rice grains as much as possible. While ensuring the fragrant flavor of the rice, the outer layer of egg liquid should not be fried, whether it is to control the heat or stir fry. There are strict requirements for the strength.
The grandson was shy. When Lin asked her to work as a cook in the market, her first reaction was to refuse. Later, Lin repeatedly emphasized not to let her show up, and promised that her gambler husband would not dare to do anything to her again, and that the cook had enough money to allow her children to go to the college, and the grandson reluctantly agreed. Now that she has tasted the sweetness of this job, she shrinks into the small kitchen and fries rice with peace of mind.
But this peace of mind was broken tonight.
"Didn't it mean that I don't have to show up?" she said in surprise.
The shopkeeper didn't understand her doubts: "What kind of publicity is this? You don't want to show your face in front of people and cook a meal. Besides, you are not a young lady, talk about publicity, you haven't seen the lady standing outside. ."
The grandson just didn't dare to meet people. In the past, her husband always wanted to punch and kick her from the head. Now that she has left her husband's claws, she still feels afraid of it.
The shopkeeper then persuaded her, and finally said: "Madam treats you not badly, and the lady is more assured and bold to teach you the craft. Now it is the time to use you, don't you even have to refuse this? ?"
His words came to the heart of the grandson, and the grandson gritted her teeth: "Okay, I'll go."
The food stall was pushed to the entrance of the lobby, and the street was crowded with crowds to watch the excitement.
The shopkeeper brought out the plates that they had eaten on those days today: "This is what those people ate. You can see that the remaining half of the plate is all ordered egg fried rice." He pointed to Sun Niangzi, "This is The chef of our market, then let her fry a pot of egg fried rice on the spot. You can check the ingredients, utensils and our fried rice method. Will the fried rice be unclean enough to make people vomit after half a plate? come out."
The excitement is so fresh that diners talked a lot.
"Fried rice? It looks very simple. I think other restaurants are not easy to eat, but fried rice is easy at first glance."
"Yeah, it's nothing more than rice and eggs, how delicious it can be, even if it is clean, there is nothing to eat."
Sun Niangzi felt that everyone's eyes were on this side, and she became even more nervous.
She seemed to remember the panic when she was cooking, and she would be beaten if she didn't do it well... When she thought about it, her hands began to shake.
Feeling that more and more people were coming around, she couldn't help but retreat.
Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder: "Are you okay?"
The grandson turned her head and met Jiang Shuyao's beautiful eyes.
"Are you scared?" Jiang Shuyao asked.
Sun Niangzi has never been so close to a nobleman, and quickly lowered her head: "Don't dare."
Jiang Shuyao chuckled helplessly: "Whatever you dare or dare, if you are afraid, then you don't have to hold it forcibly. Let's think about it differently. I know the things in your family, I can understand."
The grandson trembled and looked up in surprise.
She is a servant, how can she ever think that her bad things will stain the ears of Missy? And the eldest lady not only heard and remembered, but also comforted and sympathized her so gently.
She opened her mouth several times, but didn't know what to say, so she blushed and lowered her head.
Jiang Shuya patted her shoulder: "It's okay. Cooking shouldn't be burdensome, it should be pleasant, reassuring, and satisfying. In the same way, food should be healing. Hope you can one day. Feel these feelings." After she said this, she turned and left, preparing to discuss with the manager how to end it.
As soon as he stepped forward, there was a trembling call from behind.
"Miss!"
She turned around, saw the grandson's red eyes, and forced a big smile at her: "I can."
Jiang Shuyao was taken aback for a moment: "...I said it's okay, don't force it."
"No, Miss, the slave and maid did not force it."
After she finished speaking, she bowed respectfully, turned and walked out of the hall, and came to the door of the store.
The fire was burning, the tongue of the flame was swaying in the air, and the air became hot.
As soon as everyone saw that it was a cook, not a cook, they immediately had a contempt. After all, the cooks in the restaurant were descendants of the royal cook, and they had never heard of any female cook.
Sun Niangzi should have flinched when they heard their discussion, but at this time she aroused fighting spirit. Fried rice was taught by the eldest lady. It is okay to despise her, but she must not be despised.
She tried to ignore the look in the onlookers and imagined that she was in the kitchen.
The swaying tongue of fire, the cooked rice, the side dishes... She swept around, her heart gradually sinking, the moment she held the handle of the pot, she suddenly realized what the lady said.
Cooking should be a peace of mind.
Everyone found that the woman who looked timidly suddenly lifted up and changed her personality.
She held the handle of the pot, slid it on the tongue a few times, heated the bottom of the pot, smoothly rotated and greased, flipped her right wrist, and scooped a large spoonful of rice into the pot.
The egg fried rice uses overnight rice. When steaming the rice, use gauze to padded the steamer to prevent too much moisture and ensure that the rice does not contain too much moisture, so that the fried rice will be distinct. After the rice is put into the pot, it should be dispersed quickly, the strength should be even, and the speed should be fast. The rice should not be mashed or cut, so that the fried egg fried rice is not full enough.
The next step is the stir-frying. The Sun Niangzi is ready to cook, her arms are hard when stir-frying, the rice is flipped and jumped in the pot, gradually overflowing with a touch of rice fragrance. After watching the water in the rice grains disappear, she stretched out her arms to fetch the golden and shiny egg yolk liquid that had been broken up, drew a circle in the air smoothly, and evenly sprinkled it on the rice, while her wrist kept shaking and turning the iron pot.
After the egg mixture was put in the pot, Sun Niangzi started to stir fry quickly. She lifted the iron pot with one hand and kept the bottom of the pot rotating on the tongue of the fire. At the same time, she gently and evenly pushed the rice grains with a wooden spatula. The rich and mellow egg scent gradually dissipated in the air. Every time she stir-fried, the rice grains would be wrapped. As she shakes the pan, the white rice grains jumping in the air gradually became golden and full.
She is used to heavy work, and this physical exertion is not worth mentioning. She was holding the iron pan, shaking and frying, the rice grains bounced and turned in the air, as if they were about to escape from the pan, but every time they could fall into the pan steadily, the onlookers were dazzled.
Seeing that it was almost done, she hung up and sprinkled fine salt and green onion into the pan. The egg fried rice in the air just now had a stronger fragrance. After turning the pan again, the rice lightly drew an arc in the air. The spoon knocked and the iron Turn over the pot and pour the egg fried rice into the large white porcelain plate.
Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the "simple" egg fried rice.
The fried rice piled up into a hill, golden, yellow and tender, and full of fullness. On the white porcelain plate, it seemed as if a plate of shredded gold was glowing, and the exposed white rice was even whiter. The aroma level is simple, there is no unnecessary cumbersome taste, and the egg and rice aroma are interpreted to the extreme.
The grandson came out of the state, only to find that the surrounding area became quiet.
The sceptical diners were all muted. Is it simple? Of course it's simple, it's just egg liquid and rice. But why is this pan-fried egg fried rice so attractive?
The shopkeeper said: "Are any guest officials willing to try the dishes?"
The fried rice just dispelled people's doubts about "unclean eating". Now is the time to dispel the doubts about "plain taste".
The old man standing in the front stepped out first. He was a farmer who worked hard for Yaoer to study, and Yaoer competed for the imperial examination and entered the court. Now he is the servant of the court. His children and grandchildren are filial, knowing that he can just take a bite, collecting some fine delicacies for him all day long, but they don't understand that what he has remembered for so many years is the simple and pure meal aroma, not the delicacy.
He took the spoon under the curious eyes of everyone, and took a bite of egg fried rice in his mouth.
The freshly cooked egg fried rice is steaming hot and the egg fragrance overflows. In the mouth, the delicate and mellow aroma immediately sweeps the entire mouth. The outer egg liquid is soft and tender, and is tightly wrapped on the plump and sweet rice grains, tender and tender. Smooth, even and fine.
The rice grains are plump and soft. The frying eliminates the water vapor in the rice cavity, making the rice round and elastic. The rice grains collide and beat in the mouth clearly, accompanied by the fresh fragrance of onion, a light oily aroma, the mellow fragrance of egg yolks and the clearness of rice. The sweetness blends and merges, and the mood is instantly immersed. It seems that this is the taste of the word warm, natural, pure and peaceful.
The old man hadn't felt this smell for a long time, and he was even a little excited at the moment.
"How?" Seeing that the lively diners next to him hadn't spoken for a long time, he hurriedly asked.
"Okay." He nodded lightly, and then heavier and heavier, "Very good, just this, give me a plate!" He said, turning around and stepping into the deserted market.
"Is this... as for?" Everyone, when you look at me and you, all suspect that this old man is a trust.
At this moment, everyone in the college that had just finished eating passed by and squeezed in to watch the excitement.
The picky son is always greedy. Hearing that someone needs a taste here, he rushed to the front: "I'll come, I'll come."
The shopkeeper saw that he was dressed in brocade clothes, he was obviously not an ordinary citizen, not the diners that the market wanted to attract, so he looked at Jiang Shuyao in the distance. But Jiang Shuyao did not shook his head. He retracted his gaze and hesitantly handed the porcelain spoon to the picky son.
Although the picky boy has a strong mouth, he knows right and wrong. A plate of ingredients only eat rice and egg liquid, and he will not ask for the smell of dragon meat.
He took a spoonful of gas and put it in his mouth. The egg liquid was soft and delicate, and the rice grains were thinly wrapped. It made people eat white rice, but the rice itself had a strong egg fragrance. The sweet rice has a chewy tooth, and after biting it, the aroma is even stronger. The precise heat makes the rice soft and the egg liquid retains a delicate and silky mellow watery feel, similar to the fat aroma, which rotates and spreads in the mouth.
"The taste is simple, only egg and rice fragrance, but the two flavors are perfectly softened together, and it is inspired to the extreme. It seems simple, but it contains a lot of ingenuity." He commented, and wanted to spread the spoon. The tray was torn apart by the shopkeeper.
What are you doing? There is drool on the spoon!
"Ah." He only cared about his taste, forgetting this, and said, "Then what, give us a few dishes."
The classmate behind poked him: "Have you not had enough?"
"Let's take it back to the academy and stay up late to study, don't you eat supper?" Picky son whispered, "Do you still want to go to the cafeteria to steal steamed buns?"
The classmates were mute.
The picky son ate delicious food today and was in a good mood. He praised Su Niangzi, "The craftsmanship is good."
Sun Niangzi stared at him blankly, and then turned her gaze to the diners who were watching. They shook their noses, tried to breathe in the aroma, and talked about the taste of food in their mouths. The expressions on their faces did not have the slightest maliciousness, only the yearning and expectation for food, peaceful and full of goodwill.
The old man who entered the shop patted the table, and his farmer made a loud voice: "Don't froze! Quickly fry me a plate, the old man can't help being hungry."
The diners burst into good-faith laughter. The old man was walking around the snack street all day. They also got acquainted with him and joked: "Old man, be careful to eat and support!"
"Bah, you think I am you, cat stomach."
The grandson has long been accustomed to a life of trembling, and she would kowtow to the heavens any day if she was not beaten, thank God for his pity, and once again in this kind and leisurely atmosphere, she felt like a world away. As if the green bud broke the picture, a certain part of her heart trembled and fell into an indescribable softness, she felt that she suddenly understood what the lady said.
Food is healing.
"Hahaha, old man, don't just push yourself just because this sister-in-law is so skilled." The diners were still talking.
"No, no, it's not my credit." Lady Sun suddenly raised her head and corrected her quietly, her voice getting louder and louder, and finally full of vitality and vigor that she hadn't had in a long time. "It's the lady who taught me , The fried rice I made is far less delicious than the eldest lady’s! Don’t rush, father, I’ll cook it for you now!"
The picky son listened and looked at his classmates, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Ye: "Miss? No, it's not Jiang Da?"
Xie Ye rolled his eyes: "Otherwise?"
The picky son collapsed and he almost didn't throw the spoon in his hand: "No! I won't accept it! I'm not reconciled! This, this—what are you laughing at?! It's not you who are in the sunset!"
They were moving too much, and everyone looked over here. By this look, someone recognized their clothes: "Is this a student from Qingtang Academy?"
"Huh? That's the best academy. The students in it are either rich or expensive, and they will never be invited."
"Then... let's go in and try it?"
"Okay, okay, I'm hungry by the smell."
There were one or two. The crowds who had just watched the excitement entered the market. The shopkeeper was ecstatic, and quickly asked Xiao Er to greet them to sit down. I thought that the business in the next few days would be more popular than the previous few days. .
The snack street has resumed its past lively. The storm just now seems to have never happened. There are only laughter and lively food. Only the diners pass by word of mouth. In addition to the delicious novelties of the snack street, there will be snack shops. The owner behind the market is upright and open.
The steaming heat dissipates, the snack street fragrant ten miles, diners walk or sit, everyone has a story for everyone, either joy or sorrow, but in the end they will be comforted by a bowl of fragrant food, wholeheartedly integrated into this ordinary lively Summer night.
The red lanterns hanging on the street light up the long street, like a bright and dazzling fire dragon, wanting to be brighter with the stars.
Xie Xun, who was watching the lively curtain call, turned his head and said to Jiang Shuyao: "Relieved?"
Jiang Shuyao nodded and smiled: "Relax." She turned and walked towards the street, "Finally, the arrangements are almost done here."
Xie Xun walked side by side with her, protected her from the rampage urchin, and asked, "Do you still come here often?"
Jiang Shuyao waved his hand to the naughty elder who apologized and said that he was fine. After the elder grabbed the little boy and walked away, he continued to walk with Xie Xun and replied, "I don't come often."
Xie Xun nodded.
She added: "I will try to stay with you at home in the future."
Xie Xun was caught off guard, and his ears were quickly red, but he was no longer the shy young man who concealed his thoughts. He was the sweetheart Jiang Shuyao personally admitted.
He cocked the corner of his mouth and said, "It's so good."
This cheeky confession made Jiang Shuyao suddenly smile and bend over.
With a smile, Xie Xun suddenly stood still.
Jiang Shuyao stopped his smile, thinking that something was wrong with him, but listened to him asking: "Tired, right?"
"It's a bit." Jiang Shu replied unclearly.
Xie Xun stretched out his hand: "Then I will take you home."
The bright and warm lights gleamed on his side face, making his cold facial features appear soft and warm. Jiang Shuyao placed his palm in his palm and learned his words: "It's so good."
On the ordinary and lively snack street, the two of them walked to the street holding hands, sometimes moving closer, sometimes scattered to avoid the crowd, but their fingers were always clasped, their backs disappeared on the street, and gradually merged into the fireworks of the summer night. in.