Chapter 91:

Regarding Xie Xun's uncontrollable feelings last time, both of them pretended and did not care. A few days ago, Jiang Shuyao would accompany Xie Xun to rest in the intermittent period. In order to avoid Xie Xun's embarrassment, he went directly to the outside Baizhi bed to rest in the evening.
She did this for Xie Xun, but it was a punishment for Xie Xun, thinking that she was offended by herself and was unwilling to guard him inside.
Xie Xun could not get up these days when he was recuperating, so he could only spend the time reading in bed, but after that happened, he could no longer read the book purely.
When Jiang Shuyao came in, she saw him holding the book in a daze.
After all, Xie Xun was young and square, unable to control his qi and blood and was normal. Although Jiang Shuyao was shy, he did not take it to heart.
"The book is down," she said.
Xie Xun returned to his senses and quickly turned the book upside down. When he saw it, the words still fell down.
Jiang Shuyao was amused, and walked over to sit down beside him: "Lying in the room for a few days, are you panicking?"
Xie Xun put the book next to his pillow, pretending to be calm and authentic: "Yes, but my injury is much better. I guess I can get off the ground in a few days."
"How can it be so fast? The second sister-in-law injured her leg before, so she had to struggle to get to the ground the next day. She was able to get a good injury in more than a month, but she just slid on crutches for more than two months."
In order to maintain his demeanor, Xie Xun would never be able to learn from Zhou's crutches, so he could only say: "Then I will raise it well."
Jiang Shuya brought him the slightly cold medicinal soup: "Drink the medicine."
Every day when it came time to take the medicine, Xie Xun was ashamed and embarrassed, but Jiang Shuyao seemed like a okay person.
After feeding the medicine, Jiang Shuya took clean water to rinse his mouth, and asked: "How about drinking white porridge at noon, with some pickled radish?"
Jiang Shuyao’s craftsmanship is very good. The pickled radish can also be made delicious. It is crispy and appetizing. The salty and fresh aftertaste reveals a mixed sweet and bitter aftertaste. If it is used for early or late meals, it is light and light, just perfect for porridge. But Xie Xun really couldn't eat this for three meals a day.
He said silently: "I want to eat bacon."
Of course Jiang Shuyao refused, and walked back to the table while flipping through the letter and said: "What kind of bacon the patient eats? You must eat something light to nourish your stomach."
If it were normal, Xie Xun wouldn't speak, but after experiencing the incident the day before yesterday, Xie Xun felt like he was willing to give up. He protested in a low voice, "But...I want to eat bacon."
Jiang Shuyao looked back at him, how he could raise a child's temperament after healing his wounds.
"No," she said decisively.
Xie Xun said nothing, holding up the book depressedly, and continued reading.
This has been the case for the past few days. Xie Xun is reading in bed, and Jiang Shuyao is at the table dealing with letters about business.
Outside the window, the birds were crying, the leaves swayed and the room was very quiet.
After Jiang Shuyao dealt with the most important things, he stretched out, before he picked up the charcoal pencil again, he heard a faint voice from behind: "...I want to eat bacon."
She turned her head and looked at Xie Xun speechlessly.
Xie Xun’s eyes revealed a begging:
Eat a little meat is good.
He was hungry and his appetite was bigger than a cow. He didn’t have a good meal in one month after the errand, and he still drank porridge every day when he came back. Can you bear it? It's not that he is gluttonous, if they are replaced by Lin Cheng, I am afraid that the next day they will be spitting and rolling for meat.
Jiang Shuyao helpless, thought for a while, and compromised: "Well, I'll make duck porridge for you."
So when Zhou came to the third hospital, Jiang Shuyao was frying duck meat, slowly sautéing the oil on a low fire, the whole room was full of fragrant flavor, and there was duck broth stewed next to it, which was so fresh that people swallowed.
"Huh?" Zhou curiously asked as soon as he came in, "Why are you stewing duck soup? Is it possible to use duck soup for lunch with plain porridge?"
Jiang Shuyao smiled and said, "How can it be, it's to make duck porridge with duck soup."
"Duck porridge?" She leaned over and sniffed the savory taste of the duck soup. "When it's ready, give me a taste. If it tastes good, I will learn how to make it for A Sheng."
Zhou's and Xie Sheng got along more and more harmoniously. One was careless and the other was quiet and unpretentious. The two of them found the most suitable way to get along with each other tacitly. Although not as close as an ordinary mother and daughter, but they can also get along quietly for some hours every day, and they are very satisfied.
"Okay, this porridge is light and fragrant, very suitable for children to drink." Jiang Shuyao said, turning to look at Zhou, who gradually left the past, and sighed, "Second Sister, you change your dishes for A Sheng every day. With such care, I believe that your mother and daughter will get better and better."
Zhou froze for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly: "Where there are, I just do it casually, my craft is not good, and I don't learn many tricks."
Speaking of this, she remembered that the business was coming, and showed the jar in her hand to Jiang Shuyao: "You taste the seasoning powder I grind, is the ratio appropriate?"
Zhou often thinks about food, condiments, and so on. Every time he wants Jiang Shuyao to taste it first, it's a trust in "Master".
Jiang Shuya took the chopsticks and dipped it in the condiment powder.
The seasoning powder is very salty, but the salty taste can't suppress the hotness in the stamina. The spicy is fresh and sweet, and the taste is strong and spicy. It is very successful.
Zhou is the most spicy person Jiang Shuyao has ever met. Since the first time he tasted it, he has been completely fascinated by the spiciness. The spiciness is getting heavier and heavier. When she asks Jiang Shuyao for advice and learning, most of her studies are Sichuan cuisine, in her words. Said it is "so spicy."
So this spicy seasoning is the highlight. Jiang Shuyao was tasting the seasoning powder, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Second sister, we can try to make spicy noodles with this seasoning!"
"Spicy?" Zhou Shi was very interested when he heard this name, "how to do it?"
Jiang Shuyao was busy making porridge for Xie Xun, unable to teach by hand, he could only tell her the method.
To make spicy noodles, gluten or bean rolls are usually used, which is very time-consuming to make, and there is no need to worry about it at this time.
Zhou brought paper and pen to write down the method, and prepared to go back to his courtyard to ponder.
Halfway through, I was stopped by Jiang Shuyao: "Hey, don't you want to learn duck porridge?"
Zhou hurriedly came back: "Look at my memory."
The duck meat is simmered slowly in a casserole, and a thin layer of duck fat is melted, golden and shiny, floating on the surface of the clear and fragrant duck soup. At this time, the rice can be put, and the low heat is still used to slowly boil the rice to slowly expand in the soup to fully absorb the sweetness and sweetness of the duck soup. Just eating the rice can taste the original duck taste.
Duck meat is not as heavy as pork, but the umami taste is not lost. It is plump and sweet, plump and not greasy. For Xie Xun, who has been eating light and has not tasted the taste of meat for a long time, it is a good gluttonous meat.
To boil duck porridge, you must control the heat. It should not be as thick as regular rice porridge. Instead, the soft and waxy elasticity of the rice should be preserved. The grains are distinct and not too hard. The taste is smooth and sweet. The flavor of the soup is delicious.
After making the porridge, add shredded and green onion to remove greasiness and freshness, and finally put the stewed duck meat on the porridge.
The method is not complicated. Zhou wrote it down. After taking the spoon and tasting it, he exclaimed: "It is oily and not greasy, sweet and tender. Duck porridge can be sold in the snack street, and it is also good for breakfast. Make people move their index fingers."
Jiang Shuyao smiled and said: "How can I think of going up to business, the snack street can no longer eat, and my mother is still looking for a shop to extend the street."
Zhou joked, "You hurry up and go with your husband, my aunt and I are thinking about business matters."
Jiang Shuyao shook his head and chuckled, and returned to the east wing with the congee.
As soon as he entered the room, Xie Xun smelled the scent, and almost forgot that he still had injuries and got up.
"What did you do?"
"Duck porridge."
Jiang Shuyao did not allow Xie Xun to move his arms drastically, so she fed him the porridge these few days, but now Xie Xie smelled the scent, and couldn't hold back Jiang Shuyao, so he reached out to serve the porridge.
Jiang Shuya dissuaded it to no avail, so he could only take a low table and put it in front of him, so that he did not have to carry the bowl.
The soup of duck meat porridge is clear, the rice grains are round and full, and the golden duck oil floats on the side of the bowl, not much, it melts in the rice soup, adding a hint of plump oil and gas fragrance to the delicious duck soup.
Xie Xun can’t wait to scoop a spoonful of his mouth. The mellow and delicious duck soup and the sweet and springy rice are perfectly blended. The taste is rich but not salty. The rice the sweet duck soup, and the duck soup has the fragrance of rice, which is delicate The duck meat is boiled and smashed, and the mouth is plump, plump but not greasy. After swallowing, the warmth reaches the stomach, and the sweetness between the lips and cheeks lasts for a long time.
Jiang Shuyao said on the side: "If you fry some fried dough sticks, cut into sections and soak in, the flavor is also excellent. The fried dough sticks are very soupy, and the skin will not be soft. The freshness of the duck soup just happens to be greasy, but it is oily but not too much. It looks very greedy."
Every time Xie Xun had a meal, she would chat about some food-related topics nearby. She has tasted a lot of dishes, and radishes can also tell the flowers, which is the main reason why Xie Xun can swallow the pickled radish a few days ago.
After eating a bowl of stomach, Xie Xun felt that the injury was too worthwhile. You don’t need to value it. You can still drink the fragrant and hot warm porridge that just came out of the pot. No wonder the Lin’s breakfast shop has such a good business. It is clearly opened in the east of the city. The high-ranking officials and nobles in the west of the city have also heard about it. Xun Xiu Mu Ri rushed to taste it once, and when they came back, they often talked about the taste.
Xie Xun, who had become an official since entering the court, suddenly had the thought of pretending to be sick, and planned to wait until the injury was almost healed to make the wound open so that he could rest for a few more days.
But Jiang Shuyao, the greasy food, didn't dare to give Xie Xun too much. He ate duck porridge at noon and ate the light plain noodles at night.
A few days later, when Zhou came to see Jiang Shuyao, she suddenly remembered that she still had to study spicy food.
She told Zhou to either use gluten or bean rolls to make spicy noodles. Zhou went back and tried the opportunity. Finally, besides the bean rolls, she made a small plate according to Jiang Shuyao's method. After tasting it, she dared to bring it over. Give Jiang Shuya a taste.
Jiang Shuyao looked at the red and oily spicy strips in front of him and swallowed silently.
This is spicy strips, one of the most addictive snacks. She didn't expect that one day she could still eat handmade spicy strips in ancient times.
She picked up a bean roll with chopsticks and put it in her mouth in Zhou's expectant gaze.
The bean rolls are strong, biting the spicy seasoning and red oil to the tip of the tongue, the overbearing and spicy flavor instantly sweeps the whole mouth, just a small bite, but the thick and rich spice taste is lingering, hot and spicy , Totally enjoyable.
"I rolled the bean rolls according to your method. I didn't expect the thin bean curd to be so delicious when rolled."
Speaking of this, she pointed to the plate of bean curd next to it: "I folded three thin bean curds and made one in the same way. How would you taste it?"
Jiang Shuya took a look, isn't this an old-fashioned spicy film?
She admired: "Second Sister-in-law, you are so smart. It took only a few days to make the finished product by yourself."
Zhou's eyes widened, with a speechless appearance, and said: "What's up to me, this is the way you gave it."
Jiang Shuyao put down his chopsticks and said with a serious expression: "Second sister-in-law, you are very talented in cooking, and you are willing to endure hardship in this respect. These two points are enough to allow you to be alone in a market."
Jiang Shuyao meant to show that she had already been out of the teacher, but the word "on one's side" touched Zhou's heartstrings, and she froze for a moment, and was momentarily silent.
"Second sister-in-law?" Jiang Shuyao noticed that her expression was not right and called her.
Zhou hurriedly put aside the complicated emotions in his heart: "It's a pity that such delicious food is only for you and me. A Sheng is young and can't eat heavy and spicy food... By the way, there is also a big room, I will give it to that Send something."
Jiang Shuya was puzzled: "Sister-in-law can't eat spicy food."
Zhou raised his eyebrows and left in a hurry: "I just sent it to know that she can't eat it. It's either spicy or greedy, hahahahaha."
Zhou and Xu have not dealt with each other for so many years, and they know Xu very well. When the Hongliang spicy hot strip was placed in front of Xu, Xu immediately guessed Zhou's thoughts.
The spiciness smells very appetizing. Even though she doesn't like it, she still tasted a bite. She was immediately captured by the strong spicy taste. There was a hint of sweetness in the spiciness, and it tasted a bit umami. The bean rolls chewed with great strength. The more you chew, the more fragrant it is. The bean aroma and spicy flavor are fused together. After a lot of chewing, it still has a taste, which is really surprising.
It's a pity that she can't eat too much spicy. After eating one, she stuffed a bite of mung bean cake to suppress the spicy taste.
When she was pressing down the mung bean cake with tea, Xie Li came in from outside.
It is rare for him to see Xu's gorging appearance, and he was surprised and worried: "Why are you choking?"
Xu shook his head, swallowed the mung bean cake and explained, "No, I just drank in a hurry."
Xie Li nodded, and was suddenly attracted by the spicy strip in front of her: "This is?"
"Spicy food, what kind of spicy bar is called."
"Spicy?" Xie Li swallowed, "Sent from Sanfang?"
"No, it was from the second room."
The answer was beyond Xie Li's expectation, but it is acceptable if he thinks about it carefully. After all, Zhou has learned cooking with Jiang Shuyao for so long, and is practicing every day. It is not surprising that he can cook his own dishes.
Xie Li sighed at the thought of the dispute between the second brother and the second sibling. It is said that the second brother has not spoken to the second sibling for two months. He went out a while ago, and when he came back, the whole person was depressed, and he did not know what happened.
The Xu family has always known him, and when he sees his thinking, he knows what he is thinking: "You don't want to mix with them."
Xie Li touched his beard: "I understand, how could I reach out to take care of my brother's and his wife's affairs." He stroked his beard and sighed halfway, remembering something wrong, "Madam, you are not with the second younger sibling. Isn’t it too harmonious? Why do I look at your recent behavior, which actually meant to be the master for her. For example, the maid who controlled the broken mouth would not let them report the second sibling to the second sibling; for example, helping the second siblings and mother. Until now, I don’t know that my second brother and sister run outside all day; for example, I don’t want to accompany my second brother to get drunk--"
Xu interrupted him gently and gently: "What's the matter." She smiled to the standard and pushed the plate in front of Xie Li, "You taste the spicy strips, it tastes good."
Xie Li was led astray by him and picked up a spicy stick into his mouth.
He did not expect that the taste of spicy noodles could be so strong, not salty, but a rich stack of rich flavors, spicy, hemp, sweet, fragrant, and spicy. The surface of the bean roll is soaked in spicy oil, and the inside of the bean roll is thick and not dry. The fragrance is full of spices, very chewy.
"Not bad." He stroked his beard. "It tastes wonderful."
After chewing another one, he stopped and asked, "Madam, don't you? I will bring the value tomorrow. If you are tired, chewing one should be very relieved."
Of course Xu would not compete with him for the spicy strips, so Xie Li wrapped the spicy strips in oil paper the next day, and it was happily worth it.
Jiang Shuyao happened to go to Erfang early in the morning to talk to Zhou's about the new early food products and the improvement of spicy strips. He just happened to run into the value-for-money Xie Li and was almost left in place by thunder.
After breakfast, Xie Li drank the porridge, and felt that there was no taste in his mouth, so he chewed a piece of hot pepper. Although they pay attention to the appearance of food, spicy sticks are a novelty, and it is precious to look at. Xie Li feels that chewing spicy sticks is much better than holding sesame seed cakes, so he calmly chewed spicy sticks.
A middle-aged beautiful uncle with a face darker than the dean of teaching is actually chewing the spicy strips with a taste, with a serious taste and serious appreciation on his face. This picture is too beautiful...
Xie Li saw Jiang Shuyao, swallowed the hot strips, and greeted Jiang Shuyao with a staid tone and gesture, which was more like the dean of teaching who patrols early in the morning and catches students who are late for self-study.
After he left, Jiang Shuyao stood there for a long time unable to return to his senses.
If you didn't guess wrong, the eldest brother would have taken the spicy strips to the fore. If his colleagues are as greedy as the Donggong group of foodies, isn't the capital going to set off a wave of majestic and old-fashioned middle-aged officials chewing spicy noodles? This is too scary.