"My lord, my flour has been replaced, this is the worst flour, my flour is obviously good." A cook in the first few rows of Du Qiyue suddenly shouted.

At this time, the county magistrate Sun Dewu had already walked into the courtyard gate with several officials, followed by a man dressed as a literati, and was walking towards the position of watching the game. At this time, Sun Dewu's buttocks were not on the stool, and when he heard the man's shout, he turned his head suddenly, and asked with some impatience: "What did you say?" ”

There was a gentleman wearing an autumn-colored robe standing next to the county magistrate who was Wang Shou, his eyes were bulging, and he pointed at the man and scolded: "What nonsense, there were a few officials guarding this courtyard last night, who will change your flour." Besides, yesterday you picked all your own flour, and if there is anything bad, you are clumsy and poor. Now I want to change it, how can there be such a good thing! ”

"My lord, I'm not talking nonsense, I was the first to guess the riddle yesterday, the materials are carefully selected, and the flour is also the best, but my lord, look, how can this flour be good now." The cook was sweating profusely, grabbed a large handful of flour in the bag and stretched out his hand to show Sun Dewu.

Separated so far away, Sun Dewu only saw a handful of white flower powder in the cook's hand, and he couldn't see anything else, even if he could see it clearly, how could a person like Sun Dewu who didn't distinguish between grains and grains be able to see the quality of flour. And because the cook asked about cooking, Sun Dewu was unhappy and was about to speak, but was stopped by Wang Shou.

Wang Shou was greedy for the money sent by the court, bought those poor ingredients, and was always afraid that Sun Dewu would know about it, and now where is he willing to let the cook explain the matter clearly, and he was busy wrapping Sun Dewu's arm to help him sit on the stool, and said carefully while accompanying him: "Uncle don't care about this, these cooks are all gangsters, and they are used to being scoundrels, it must be that he picked up bad flour yesterday, and now he is unwilling, and wants us to change some good flour for him!" How can there be such a thing in this world, if it is really changed for him, the cooks below will not have to find trouble, I will go and tell him, my uncle just sit and drink tea. ”

Sun Dewu has always looked down on these cooks, and he didn't want to pay attention to these things, thinking that what Wang Shou said was quite reasonable, he nodded and said: "You go, don't get in the way of the game, it's better to go back to reading than when you're done early." ”

"Alas, uncle, you can rest assured." Wang Shou nodded and quietly glanced at the two little guys beside him, and then ran to the cook.

The cook thought that Wang Shou was here to solve the flour matter, and was relieved, but as soon as Wang Shou came over, he turned his back to Sun Dewu and stood in front of him, and let the two little guys stand on his side to block it, and whispered with a dark face I don't know what to say, the cook's face stiffened, and finally he stopped.

Du Qiyue wanted to bring up the matter of his flour being changed at first, but when he saw this situation, he suppressed the words that came to his throat, silently reached into the bag and pinched a small pinch of powder and put it in his mouth to taste, fortunately, this powder is arrowroot powder, the chef of Dafeng Dynasty is not good at using it to make pasta, Du Qiyue will use it.

"Da Mao, don't talk about flour, let's just change two snacks to make it." Du Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief and said to Da Mao.

Da Mao licked his fingers stained with powder, and tasted that it was arrowroot powder, not only did he not feel relieved, but he was more anxious, this arrowroot powder is medicinal, and it has always been used as an ingredient when making dim sum.

"But how?" Da Mao asked with a sad face.

"Bring the jaggery." Du Qiyue took a big pot and stretched out his hand to Da Mao. He plans to make water steamed buns, which are a kind of dim sum that tastes and looks very good, and it is quite simple to make, and the most important thing is that the ingredients in his hand can be used to make this.

Da Mao immediately stuffed the sugar jar into Du Qiyue's hand, Du Qiyue looked at it, tasted the taste of sugar, and then estimated the amount and poured half a jar of sugar into the cauldron, and poured a small half bag of arrowroot powder into it, and said: "Pour half a pot of water into it, boil it over low heat, stir while boiling, and call me when it becomes a transparent paste." ”

"Uh-oh." Da Mao responded again and again, carefully pouring water into the pot.

Du Qiyue grabbed a few eggs and beat them, picked out the egg yolk and poured it into the bowl, and found out the raisins that were originally used for the cake, picked up the fruit pedicles, cut them into very fine pieces and sprinkled them into the bowl, added jaggery sugar and meat oil, stirred evenly with chopsticks, and then steamed in the pot.

Kudzu root powder boiled quickly, and it didn't take long to boil, Du Qiyue took a spoon and mixed it, scooped some more and tasted it, and when he saw that the viscosity was just right, he let Da Mao take it off the stove.

Du Qiyue counted, and there were exactly twenty people who wanted to eat in the county master, so he pointed to a large row of bowls on the side of the courtyard and said, "Go to the bowl rack and get twenty palm-sized bowls." ”

Da Mao immediately ran over and moved twenty of them to play, neatly arranged on the stove, "Xiaoyue, what should I do next?" ”

"Dip some water in each bowl." Du Qiyue raised her chin and scooped up a large spoonful of arrowroot powder paste rack and cooled it at the mouth of the pot.

Da Mao immediately took a brush, brushed the water evenly in each bowl, Du Qiyue followed him, and when he finished brushing the water, he poured a little arrowroot powder paste into the bowl, and when all the bowls were poured, he took out a semi-circular special spoon and dug the steamed egg yolk filling into small balls the size of marbles and put them into the bowl. Then Du Qiyue poured some arrowroot paste into the bowl, so that the arrowroot paste covered the egg yolk filling, and then shook the bowl a few times to fill all the gaps in the arrowroot paste.

"It's done, Da Mao, you put the bowl aside and let it cool." Du Qiyue put away the spoon and said.

"Done?" Da Mao looked at the row of small bowls in front of him and asked in a daze, other people's dim sum has just just started to be made, how can they make it. Even if the flour is changed, Du Qiyue can't be so perfunctory.

"Well, it's done, this snack is like this, hurry up and put the bowl away and start preparing the next snack." Du Qiyue nodded, took out a piece of salted meat, cut out the most tender section and began to cut thin slices.

Da Mao sighed in his heart, quickly put all the bowls aside, and then said with some hesitation: "What snacks to make next, only bacon and eggs." ”

"Make chrysanthemum." Du Qiyue said.

"Golden chrysanthemum?"

"Hmm. You go and beat a few eggs, I'm going to make egg skins. ”

Jin Siju is a dim sum that Du Qiyue temporarily remembered, which is an improved version of the salted meat rolls and egg rolls. Blanch the slices of salted pork with hot water and then wrap them in a thin layer of egg wash, put them in an oil pan and fry them until they are golden slices, then fold them with the egg skin that has been cut into the same size in rotation and roll them into small rolls, insert them on one side with a bamboo skewer, and then use a knife on the other side to cut the egg skin and salted meat rolls into thin strips of uniform size, and then use your thumb to push the egg skin and salted meat strips out of the middle and arrange them into a blooming chrysanthemum shape, and a simple snack is ready.

"Go and get twenty plain plates." Du Qiyue said.

"Is that all right, Xiaoyue?" Da Mao asked in disbelief.

This competition lasted for two hours, and now it has only been more than half an hour, and some other cooks have not even done the first dim sum, why did Du Qiyue do both dim sums.

Du Qiyue took an extra egg and salted meat roll by himself, took a bite and tasted it, and nodded after feeling good: "That's good, go to that plate and come over to set the plate, this golden chrysanthemum has to be eaten while it's hot." ”

Da Mao hugged a stack of shallow bean green dishes, and Du Qiyue put a water steamed bun on each plate, and two golden chrysanthemums, looking at it quite meaningful.

Da Mao's frequent action of holding the plate has attracted the attention of some people in the stands, especially Wang Shou, who has nothing to do, he saw Du Qiyue put the plate on the tray, and it seemed that it was going to be served, so he raised his voice and asked: "The one over there, are you done?" ”

"Yes, Prince Wang, it's already done in the next place." Du Qiyue said from afar.

Wang Shou smelled the fragrance of all kinds of dim sum in the yard and was already greedy, and when he heard Du Qiyue say that it was ready, he hurriedly beckoned a few small servants and said, "Quick, you go and bring it up." ”

Sun Dewu, who was leaning on the stool and talking to a person next to him, watched the little guys hurriedly run over to serve snacks, so he breathed through his nose and said, "He's fast." ”

"Hurry up, uncle, my nephew came over in the morning to take care of the affairs here, and I didn't even get a few bites of breakfast, which is just enough to fill my stomach." Wang Shou said with a grin.

"You need to know that slow work makes fine work." Sun Dewu glanced at Wang Shou, and then glanced at the plate on the table that had just been placed by the little maid, feeling quite novel, then raised his eyes to look at Du Qiyue, who walked closer, and asked, "What are the names of these two kinds of dim sum called?" ”

"Back to my lord, the one that is semi-circular and semi-transparent is called water steamed buns, and the other one is called golden silk chrysanthemum like a blooming chrysanthemum. Together, the two are called 'picking chrysanthemums at the foot of the South Mountain'. Du Qiyue replied after bending down and making a big bow.

Sun Dewu was interested when he heard this sentence of picking chrysanthemums under the South Mountain, he stood up and looked at Du Qiyue and asked: "What is the allusion to this sentence 'Picking chrysanthemums under the South Mountain'?" It sounds like a poem to me. ”

"Lord Hui, it is indeed a poem." Du Qiyue responded.

When Sun Dewu entered the scene just now, Du Qiyue looked at his dress and temperament, and looked at the people he brought, all of them were full of sourness, and when he told the cook that his flour was changed, he knew that this person must be the kind of extremely paranoid stinky literati. This kind of people are not interested in cooking at all unless they are extremely fond of eating, and in their opinion, the food is delicious and particularly delicious, but they are interested in those external things, such as color and fragrance, which can be evaluated in words. Therefore, Du Qiyue did not pay too much attention to the taste when making these two dim sum, but focused on the plating and naming, a good name and an elegant plating are quite important for people who pay attention to aesthetics such as literati.

Now it seems that Du Qiyue really guessed correctly, Sun Dewu obviously had no interest in dim sum, but when he brought it up, he looked at it and thought of asking the name, and now when he heard this poetic name, he sat up even more precariously.

"It's the poem, I don't seem to remember hearing it."

"It's a poem I made up when I was drinking with a few classmates, and I'm afraid it won't be on the stage." Du Qiyue said with a humble face.

As soon as Sun Dewu heard the words of this classmate, he frowned slightly and looked at Du Qiyue and said, "Oh, you were originally a scholar? How did you cook this cooking? ”

"Back to my lord, I was going to participate in the children's ceremony next year, but my family died suddenly last year, and I temporarily stopped studying for the sake of filial piety. Due to the difficult family background and lack of food and clothing, he started to become a cook, just to make a living, and then he participated in this cooking competition by mistake. Since I have participated, I will take it seriously, and please don't be polite, just advise. Du Qiyue said, with a resolute face.

Sun Dewu nodded with satisfaction after listening to this explanation, although it is undignified to be a cook in order to make a living, it is not dignified, and it does not disappoint. Then he said, "If you read that poem, if there is anything bad, I will not hesitate to advise." ”

Du Qiyue's advice was the advice of dim sum, but since Sun Dewu selectively didn't understand it, he also knew that what he meant before, so he read Mr. Tao's poem to return to the countryside.