Chapter 154: Huaihua soup cake

When several merchants went out of jail, they were placed in an empty house in Shijin Lane. One person served a bowl of miso noodles, and a pot of spring scent was commendable for the aged cellar, which is now commendable.
It ’s auspicious to hear the name of this golden lane. It seems that every household in this lane opens the door and there is gold to pick up. In fact, some people have indeed picked up gold here. The Lord's gold is rich in the world, and a courtyard was built on the street next door.
Nowadays, things are right and wrong, and gold can't be picked up, while Shijin Lane and Lujia Alley are left next to each other.
It ’s been a long time since I left Xin’an County, and Yu Jinnian has n’t made any miso noodles anymore. I had a whimsy today. I randomly collected some miscellaneous vegetables and a large slap of meat. . Although the noodles were not rolled by his own hands, nor the dishes he cut by his own hands, he just copied his hands and moved his mouth, watching the kitchen lady adjust a pot of sauce with all flavors and flavors.
The reason for being lazy like this is entirely because Ji Hong stared beside him, not allowing him to touch the cold water, not allowing him to be overworked, even he picked up a long-lost kitchen knife to wield twice, and Master Ji was like an enemy. The knife shattered thousands of corpses.
On a hot summer day, Yu Jinnian wore a plain gauze shirt, hung a tube of red jujube tea, and held a bowl of hot rice porridge from Lujia Alley in front of him. The sauce noodles sucked, as if they had lived in old age in advance.
However, Fanshang is Fanshang, who is not used to drinking Daxia's Chen Jiao, choked with a snot, and his mouth is a string of birds, meaning "spicy." Yu Jinnian looked in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, whispering three times in Mandarin: "It's a pity, a pity, a pity!" He reached out and touched it secretly, and Ji Hong took the hip flask away and turned it over to Duan Ming. .
"Ah!" Yu Jinnian sighed, "I'm miserable!"
Those few businessmen had died of illness in their own interpreters, and had not dealt with Daxia people for a few days. After being tightly grasped by Duan Ming in both black and white, the government and prison were even more tragic. At this time, I met a Daxia who could understand them and not only rescued them from the prison, but also returned all the goods on their car. I was grateful that Yu Jinnian said that he wanted the salt in their car. Without saying a word, he gave it all to him. The salt cubes were originally used to make alkali. Since Yu Jinnian wanted it, he gave it to him.
One of the businessmen had a good time talking with Yu Jinnian. He said that he ran to the yard halfway through, flipped through the cargo box, and brought out a small, tightly sealed wooden barrel.
Ji Hong only listened to the Chinese dialect, and the man with brown hair pushed the wooden barrel into Yu Jinnian ’s arms. Yu Jinnian also replied a few words in response to the words, which was probably a thank you word, and then he was happy The ground took the barrel.
He had always thought that outside Daxia was just a small border country, and the Fan people were even vulgar in their words and deeds, their clothes were disheveled, and it was difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this time, they looked at Yu Jinnian to start a daze. Ling Ling was pleasing to the ears, and when it was his turn to speak to Fan Shang, displeasure appeared again in his eyebrows-the scale in his heart didn't know where it was crooked.
The reason why Yu Jinnian is happy is that this merchant gave him nothing else but a small barrel of wine.
In the past two years, Yu Jinnian has brewed many different types of wines, each with its own taste, but only the taste of grapes. I always feel that the taste is lacking. Later, I think that maybe it is the aroma of the oak barrel. Pingbai got a small barrel of wine, and Yu Jinnian was too happy to be too late. I was afraid that Ji Hong would confiscate him again. He had been holding tightly on the way back to his yard from Shijin Lane. He entered the courtyard and even accepted the thought of Master Jiang Xiaoyi No, he ran to the backyard after pulling his legs. His careful posture was so obvious that even a fool could see that he wanted to hide things.
Ji Hong's long arm stretched out, and the door blocked his way. Yu Jinnian even brought a bucket into his chest. Ouch, he stepped back two steps and raised his head to wink innocently at the blocking beauty.
"What?" Ji Hongdao said, "I see."
"No, nothing, nothing. There is nothing to see in an old wooden barrel." Yu Jinnian's eyes flickered. The road was blocked, and he changed his head and ran to Jiang Bingren's room. However, as expected, he was blocked in front of Duan Ming and others before he could escape a few steps.
"Just look at it." Ji Hong walked over, still gentle on him.
Yu Jinnian hugged the bucket and was unwilling to give it to him, but they were all covered in his face, so he doubted and said: "Just look at it?"
Ji Hong nodded.
Yu Jinnian grievously handed over the small barrel, and after Ji Hong took it, he violently tried to pry open the seal and jumped up with excitement: "Don't don't! Don't open wow, it will be sour when you wake up! Just open it! "
"..." Ji Hong understood what was in here at once, and his face was suddenly cold, "I think you are drinking and not going to die. I was so painful that I couldn't eat a few days ago. , You have to do evil again. "
"I didn't want to drink, I just looked at it, and said it was wine, not strong, nourishing the stomach ..." Yu Jinnian argued halfway, as if he thought he wouldn't believe half a word when he said this. For Yu Jinnian, a drunkard in Xin'an, what kind of wine can live for three days in his hands is the blessing of the Buddha and the sky is hanging. Duan Ming frequently shook his eyes at him, motioning him to be frank and tolerant, to resist strictness, and to be honest.
Yu Jinnian and Duan Ming pierced each other's eyes. Afterwards, Zhiwu and Wuwu stayed silent for a long time. He squinted at Ji Hong and squinted his eyes. When he saw him, his eyes were cold, and he stood on time. Hands folded in front of him, honestly said: "Okay, I know I'm wrong."
An old locust tree in the courtyard, with verdant green leaves, with a rounded point, as the wind rustled, the clusters of small white flowers scattered among the leaves scattered and fell on the man's shoulder. The flower seemed to be condensed on his shoulders, and the frost was still. Ji Hong looked at Yu Jinnian, raised his hand to remove the Huaihua, and the wine returned to him. He said, "Just whatever."
Yu Jinnian saw that he had just left like this. He didn't even have extra blame, and he froze under the tree for a while. Duan Ming didn't dare to go with Ji Hong, nor did he dare to leave Yu Jinnian alone, so he had to retreat aside, not right or left.
Huaixiang's sleeves fell, and Yu Jinnian only recovered, and put the wine in Duan Ming's arms, chasing it.
Ji Hong was indifferent even after calling several sounds of "A Hong", as if he had entered the realm of selflessness. Yu Jinnian pushed the door in, and he didn't respond. He only read the documents in the case in silence, as if there was no such person as Yu Jinnian in his eyes. He probed his brain with a mouse-like probe, attentively helped him grind and push the paper, but he didn't go up to pinch his shoulders and beat his back, and shouted at him, but unfortunately, Ji Meiren couldn't move.
Ji Hong is really angry.
Yu Jinnian thought for a while, got up and left, and suddenly felt a hint of pain in his stomach, so he crouched beside the case. Ji Hong paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, his hands were stretched out halfway, but he saw that he stood up and ran out heartlessly, and the trace of hesitation soon disappeared, Ji Hong's fingers clenched and lowered his eyes. , Speechless, only to see the net.
Yu Jinnian stepped out and shouted Duan Ming, who was still dressed in wood in the courtyard with a pestle, and let him plant a bald blossoming locust tree. This locust tree eats pointed children when it grows leaves, tastes buds when it grows, tastes flowers when it is in full bloom, and enters summer and autumn. The whole leaves and flowers can be used in the dishes. Duan Ming climbed up and down to pick a basket of flowers that was just right in bloom, and helped him clean it without any effort.
Hot water was cooked on the stove, and Yu Jinnian put the washed locust blossoms into the tea stove to scent, and twisted a little bit of white sandalwood in the tea soup, the sandalwood was refreshing, and the white locust heats into the liver. Fragrance. Yu Jinnian lowered his head and sniffed, but vaguely smelled of a broth. He ate rice porridge for several days, and his stomach was short of oil and fat. The most unbearable thing was that he could not bear these meaty things. After passing by, I saw the cook holding a pot of clay, holding a few wontons in her hand.
"What is the stew?" He asked.
The kitchen lady shook the fan and smiled with a red face on her face: "Lotus root ribs soup. The owner asked you to say that you love to eat it! But this white lotus root and ribs are not easy to stew. A few good wontons will be soaked in pork rib soup, which will not only taste the freshness of the soup, but also the aroma of wonton! "
Yu Jinnian thought about the day when he shouted to eat pork rib soup, he stunned and turned back to his tea stove, holding Zhang Huaiye in his hand. Duan Ming stored the barrel of troublesome wine in the cabinet and whispered to him, "Son, don't blame the world son for being angry. It's really scary when you fell ill that day. The world son kept you all night. Can't call it. If today's plague, you fall ill again, he is afraid ... "
"..." Yu Jinnian pouted, put back the tea soup he had just lifted up, and pulled out the remaining half bowl of flour. Using the tea soup and the dough, he carved a flower shape and a heart shape, and boiled it in the pot. Also called the kitchen lady scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup, poured on the Huaihua noodles, the original was to be Huaihua Qingcha, so a pounding, straight into a Huaihua soup cake.
He then went to harass Ji Hong, and honestly waited for Ji Hong to approve the last three literary essays before lying on the side of the case and carefully him. Duan Ming followed him tail-like, boasting the avenue without changing his face: "Young Master makes this soup for you, his fingers are almost hot. You taste it, Shizi?"
"Talkative." Ji Hongdao said, "Retreat."
Duan Ming quit pretendingly, stood under the gallery and looked up at the sky, feeling that he had been promoted from a bodyguard to a guardian of the lungs.
For a long time, Ji Hongcai put down the pen, and Yu Jinnian hurriedly handed the bowl up. The attentive look seemed to have a tail behind his butt, and he was shaking towards Ji Hong flatly. Ji Hong didn't look at him. He picked up the bowl and ate a few bites. The blossoming noodles slipped into the mouth, with the sweetness of locust blossoms and the mellowness of white sandalwood, lightly in line with his taste.
A spoonful of scooping to the end actually scooped up a piece of bone, with three words vaguely engraved on the bone, saying "I was wrong".
Seeing this, Ji Hong's face sank, put the bowl back on the table, and got up and left.
Yu Jinnian's heart jumped, and he said that this guy was so uncomfortable this time, he didn't do anything, but he wanted to secretly hide a jar of wine, he was so angry, but he couldn't think of it. What's wrong, even more afraid of Ji Hong throwing him out of the door in one breath, so a jerking rushed up, his buttocks slapped on his knee, and he couldn't let go.
Ji Honghan said with a voice: "Go down."
Yu Jinnian: "I don't. You will shut me down when I go down!"
Ji Hong: "Can't you go down?"
Yu Jinnian's expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, shaking his head like a rattle: "No more!"
"OK." Ji Hong nodded and raised his hand to grab the wrist that he buckled on his shoulder. His narrow eyes narrowed fiercely. "This is what you asked for. After a while, your stomach hurts. Don't blame me."
Yu Jinnian didn't understand it, but Ji Hong fell to the bed. The mantle was like two broad fallen leaves, and he folded together, suppressing the scenery. Without much controversy, Yu Jinnian hummed away, and he was naturally caught back, locked between a warm body and a firm bedboard, and covered with sweat stains. Because of the violent twisting, the stomach hurts, and it vaguely went out, but it was mixed with the huge unrestrained, and gradually it was not so obvious.
But as someone declared in advance, until the end, he did not stop according to Yu Jinnian's temperament.
"Not everything can depend on you." Ji Hongdao, "I spoil you."
The delicate little Yuhua was tortured and dying on the messy couch. It was scattered and dusted, thanks to countless Chunhong. Yu Jinnian felt like he had buds removed from the buds, the trunk was cut through the core, the inside was empty, the bones were loose and the limbs were soft, and he was put into various flamboyant and incredible shapes, which became the flesh of the knife. It is the pork ribs in Ji Hong bowl.
After being crumpled and crushed over and over again, Yu Jinnian no longer dared to say "I was wrong" because he found himself talking more and more wrong, and Ji Hong was angry because of these three words. There is still an attempt to talk about crime, not to mention that he was just greedy, trying to hide his wine, but he was so guilty that he was punished for such a reason, and the pancake was fried on both sides.
But when he fried pancakes, he also introspected. It seemed that he really could n’t complain about Ji Hong ’s too fierce. It was because he had too much conviction. The first day he vowed that he would never dare again. The words "I'm wrong" are just like coaxing a child. They open their mouths and speak very pious every time. It's no wonder Ji Hong is so angry.
Yu Jinnian reflected on the frying pan and made a profound review. He asked Master Ji to give him a chance to reinvent himself.
In fact, he didn't understand why Ji Hong was really worried about himself, but the deep responsibilities of love were all for him. These days, he is drinking rice porridge to nourish the stomach and treating diseases. Ji Hong also has the same porridge water in his mouth. He is unwilling to drink medicine. Ji Hong prepared red dates and honey. he.
It was all to make him less uncomfortable, and he was accompanied by hardships.
Ji Hong didn't say anything in the end. He just fell into the night and lay with his hair on his side. He shook his head and sighed twice, rubbing his waist for him, and soothing his faint stomachache. He was a good young man who was alive and kicking again. It was only a night after the rumors in the yard that they had troubled each other. Jiang Bingren didn't have time to laugh at him. When it was dawn, he saw the two walk out in a caring manner.
Master Jiang Xiao hammered the old locust tree and gritted his teeth: "They quarreled? Impossible!"
The crowd of doctors who had been too busy to see Yu Jinnian finally came back from illness and was only grateful that Dade greeted him with tears. Yu Jinnian asked people to carry a box, and the box was just a few pieces of stone salt from the Fanshang, and took an experiment. It was really like the ancestor Dan Shi said, "it burns with fire, and the purple smoke rises" It is relatively pure.
He ordered people to boil the salt, mix it with the sugar and salt water before, and start the experiment from the lower concentration, and tentatively fed some patients with severe vomiting and diarrhea. Because there is no way to make accurate supplements, and there is no way to get rid of other impurities contained in the stone salt, it is a blessing or a curse to drink this bowl of crude rehydration salt. Yu Jinnian himself cannot be sure. All he can do is try his best to save more patients' lives.
At least for Yan Xining, who is lingering on the sickbed, this slightly bitter bitter salt water has indeed become his life saver.