When Fu Nianjun saw Fu Yuan's eyes, he couldn't help but snicker in his heart.

Fu Yuan is a person who looks like an iceberg when it comes to things and people, but his only weakness is in food.

It's a very contrasting weakness.

Fu Nianjun didn't want Fu Dongge to ruin his image, so he couldn't hold back a smile and said:

"Brother is going to try the dishes?"

She clearly saw a flash of light in Fu Yuan's eyes, but when she spoke, he put on a reluctant look again:

"This is done by the Queen Mother, isn't it inappropriate. ”

Fu Nianjun is justified and justified to find steps for him:

"It's because it's made for the Queen Mother, and the taste must be carefully modulated, and there are improprieties that can be saved. ”

She looked outside:

"It's still a while. ”

Fu Yuan nodded, quite satisfied with her reason.

When the casserole is opened, the aroma of the meat is even stronger, and it goes straight to people's hearts.

The pork is cut into pieces like tofu cubes and boiled in an old casserole pot with bamboo grates, the color is red and translucent, the sauce is full and sticky, there is no trace of fishy smell, and it is full of sweet taste that tempts people's appetite.

Fu Nianjun has some habits of his own cooking.

She often asks people to prepare something different, and then directs her subordinates to make some sauces and pickles, such as the soybean paste she makes, which even the battle-hardened Aunt Wang has never eaten.

One and only.

So Fu Yuan didn't have to doubt it at all, others, even the Queen Mother, had never eaten such a dish.

Fu Nianjun carefully picked up a square piece of meat for him with bamboo chopsticks, placed it in a clean small plate and handed it to him.

"It's not time yet, my brother tastes it first, is it sweet?"

The words she asked were sweet.

Fu Yuan tried his best to hold a cold face, and ate the piece of meat at a speed that three mouthfuls felt was too little and four mouthfuls felt too much.

Heavy and greasy, fragrant and sweet, the taste of pressing the root of the tongue for a long time lingers, and it is really fragrant.

It's impossible to refuse.

His gaze fell on the pot again without him noticing.

The more Fu Nianjun looked at it, the more funny he felt, and said in his heart that since he liked it, after this trip, she would make it again for her father and brother to eat.

Make a big pot.

"Not bad. ”

Fu Yuan replied to her like this.

Fu Nianjun nodded and said with a smile: "That's good." ”

Yilan appeared at the door of the large kitchen, and it was a good time to ruin the atmosphere between the two siblings.

"Lady, it's time......"

She also had a thick piece of wool in her hand.

What time is it?

Fu Yuan looked at the overcast sky outside.

This hour is probably the time when the people of the Fu family get up.

"You're going out?" he asked.

Fu Nianjun nodded, didn't pay much attention to his brother's rambling today, and took the initiative to explain:

"Go out, the Queen Mother lived in the sheep intestine alley in her early years, I'll go around and take a look, maybe I can find something......"

She's really watertight.

"And what about here?"

Fu Nianjun pointed to the pot.

"Let's do it first, Aunt Wang and Fangzhu will take care of it for me. ”

Aunt Wang nodded again and again, although she got Fu Nianjun's assurance yesterday that she didn't cook, and the palace wouldn't want her head, but this was made by the second lady herself, if there was a problem, wouldn't it be the second lady who lost her head?

How dare she be sloppy, the second lady treats their subordinates so well, this pot of meat is now more important than her own life.

"It should be fine. ”

Fu Nianjun said, the back house of the Fu family is now stable, and no one has the courage to commit a crime against her.

She glanced at her brother.

As long as he didn't hold back and ate them all.

Fu Yuan saw Fu Nianjun leave, thinking that he was just going back to the house to sort out the business that he didn't finish yesterday, Aunt Wang leaned next to him and asked in a low voice:

"What do you want to use for breakfast today?"

The master is here, and it's always right for her to take a picture of the horse's ass.

Fu Yuan only said lightly: "It's the same as usual." ”

He stepped out of the kitchen, thinking of the faint porridge and side dishes, and there was a faint feeling that Wushan was not a cloud.

******

When Fu Nianjun hurried back to the house, it was already dawn.

Today's Fu family is destined to be extremely busy.

The girls and cooks in the house, sprinkling and sweeping the little maids, all took turns to worry about Fu Nianjun.

Bathing and changing clothes, dressing up, it takes a lot of work, is it possible for their ladies to enter the palace with this grizzled face?

And the dishes, what about the most important dishes?

The Queen Mother didn't say that she would only let you cook one dish, but there was only one dish in the kitchen.

The two girls who were waiting for her could be regarded as getting to know Fu Nianjun further again.

As a lady, they really have the ability to procrastinate the more they encounter major events.

I heard that when she tried the poems for the first time, she only completed it at the moment when the incense burned out.

Will it be delayed until then?

The people in the house didn't know what she was doing when she went out of the house, but she disappeared early in the morning, and the old housekeeper was worried about her.

"There's no need to rush. ”

Fu Nianjun said to the people around him, and the first thing he did when he came back from the door was to stride towards the kitchen.

Everyone could only sigh at her attitude.

She's not without gains.

In the kitchen, Aunt Wang and the others thought that when Fu Nianjun went out, he would always bring back something that was not inferior to the pot of fairy meat.

They were forced to smell the meat for several hours, swallowed a few catties of saliva, but still didn't dare to stare at the pot slackly for a while.

But what Fu Nianjun found back was really simple.

She found a family that used to sell soy milk in Sheep Intestine Lane, I heard that ten or twenty years ago the soybean milk business was doing well, the family made soy milk was a widow, leading her only son to live, and then the widow was not in good health, and her eyes were not good, so she stopped the business and was supported by her son and daughter-in-law.

Fu Nianjun let them all taste the soy milk and talk about their feelings.

Although the widow no longer sells soy milk, she has become accustomed to eating it over the years, and is used to drinking a bowl in the morning and making some for her family.

Fu Nianjun bought it at a high price like this, how could the other party be unwilling.

Fangzhu took a sip, and the first one frowned to reveal a bitter gourd face:

"Lady, it's a little sour......"

With a little astringency, a little sour, Fangzhu took a sip and stuck out his tongue and put down the bowl.

It's not a good soy milk, and what she usually drinks is much better than this.

Aunt Wang also took a sip, after all, she was a cook, and said to Fu Nianjun: "Lady, these are all drunk by those who can't afford to drink fine soy milk in the market, the taste of raw beans is very strong, and there is no sugar, not to mention that Fangzhu girl is not used to drinking, and there are few people outside who are used to drinking......"

Aunt Wang lowered her head and took another sip, muttering:

"Why does it smell weird?"