Huang Yueying rolled her sleeves high, revealing her two small forearms, and then tied them with a thin rope to prevent the sleeves from falling off while doing things.

Xiao Modou tilted his head and looked at it, pouting.

Huang Yueying glanced at the little ink bucket and said, "Next time...... I'll let you ...... when you're older."

Little Modou muttered in a low voice, "Say that every time...... Actually, I'll do ......."

Huang Yueying smiled, unimpressed by Xiao Modou's complaints.

Xiao Modou and Huang Yueying grew up almost together, although they are masters and servants, their feelings for each other are very good. Xiao Modou is three years younger than Huang Yueying, and some things still seem to be understood, such as making soup for Lang Jun's hands, how can this matter be faked by others?

But it's okay to ask Modou to do a little favor.

Huang Yueying said: "What about the? Where did you put it? ”

The secret to making meat soup is that it needs to be flavored.

This is what Huang Yueying's mother said, when Huang Yueying was young, she was also spinning around like a little ink fountain now......

"Here it is! Over here! Xiao Modou was very happy when he heard that there was a need, and hurriedly ran to the side and hugged the small jar with the syrup.

Huang Yueying lifted the lid of the altar, sniffed it slightly, nodded and said, "Hmm...... It tastes good...... then he took a small clean wooden spoon, scooped some of it out of the jar, and poured it on top of the lamb strips that had been cut.

"As for the meat, choose a bright red color...... If the meat turns black and white, it's not good, and you can't use ......" Huang Yueying said while mixing the meat on the meat strips, "What about the soup, you have to choose the same flavor, if you use mutton to make soup, then you have to use mutton soup, if you use beef, you have to use beef......"

Huang Yueying glanced at Xiao Modou, who was listening carefully, and then continued: "...... If you don't have a syrup, it's okay to have the same flavor, but the taste will be a little worse......"

"Where's the chicken?"

"Here! Over here! The little ink bucket handed over two.

Huang Yueying didn't stop in her hand, and said while doing it: "You can only use the clear liquid of chickens, not eggs, otherwise you will rob the taste of meat......"

“…… Then add a little bit of green salt, not more, but also can not be without, the best is Qingzhou salt, if it is well salt, it will inevitably have a bitter taste...... And then...... It's just a constant mix ......."

Huang Yueying held a large clay pot and stirred the mutton strips round and round with a wooden chopstick, until the egg whites of the eggs and the reddish-brown sauce gradually soaked into the meat strips......

Well, that's pretty much it.

Huang Yueying put down the large clay pot, and then shook her somewhat sore arm. Xiao Modou hurriedly came up to help Huang Yueying wipe the sweat beads on her head, and then took the big clay pot and carried it to the stove, where the cook had already lit the red fire.

Huang Yueying put on the copper kettle, then first added some sauce and water, and then waited for the sauce to melt and then put in the already cut cabbage, and when the cabbage was slightly soft, she poured in some corn wine, and then added some water, and then slowly waited until the cabbage was soft and rotten, and then put the marinated meat strips into the kettle and boiled together, tossed twice in the boiling water, and saw that the color of the meat strips had faded red, and then added a few drops of black vinegar, which was considered to be done.

Scoop up the soup and place it in a crockpot and close the lid......

"Little lady, little lady, I'll get ......" Xiao Modou handed over the basin of clean hands and said in a hurry.

Huang Yueying smiled, nodded, then wiped her cheeks and arms slightly, then put down her sleeves, and took the small ink fountain and went to the backyard.

"Lang Jun! Pimp! This is a soup made by Xiao Niang herself! After seeing Fei Qian, Xiao Modou saluted, and said a little impatiently.

"Oh, the soup made by the lady is good...... Fei Qian put down the bamboo slip in his hand, looked at Huang Yueying and said with a smile, "Come on, it just so happens that I'm hungry too......"

Huang Yueying poured a bowl with her own hands and handed it to Fei Qian with a smile.

Although the soup soup of the Han Dynasty is not thickened by cornstarch and other things, it is better than all the materials are natural, without any chemical raw materials, so the mutton soup made by Huang Yueying, the mutton itself has umami, and after pickling into the flavor, there is a kind of pure and fresh sweetness that cannot be eaten in later generations.

Fei Qian used to chew slowly, but during this period of time, he was basically in the army, and he was used to gobbling up, a clay bowl was held in his hand, and it seemed that he had eaten the soup and meat after two or three snorts.

"Lady also eat a bowl, right?"

The meat soup is very fragrant and Q, and there is an elasticity when biting down, which is an effect that requires a long time of continuous stretching and pulling of the meat strips to produce meat fibers.

Huang Yueying nodded slightly, and then served another bowl to Fei Qian, and then spooned a bowl herself, holding it, but she didn't eat it, just looked at Fei Qian.

"What's wrong?" Fei Qian asked.

Huang Yueying shook her head slightly, and then lowered her head, as if she was looking at the soup, and as if she was thinking about something, suddenly a teardrop suddenly appeared, dripping into the pottery bowl, splashing a little splash.

Huang Yueying hurriedly put down the pottery bowl, wiped her tears, and said with a smile on her face: "I'm sorry, Lang Jun, I'm ...... I really couldn't help it...... "It's only been a long time since I've been at home, and I'm going to leave again in the blink of an eye."

Fei Qian sighed slightly.

It turned out that the matter of Mobei could wait for a few more days, because although it was early spring, it was still very cold near Yinshan and was not suitable for marching, but what I didn't expect was that Niu Fu, who was originally in Hongnong, suddenly raised troops and crossed Shaanxi County, took Shaanxi and Tianjin, and the soldiers pointed directly at Anyi.

Wang Yi couldn't resist, so he hurriedly sent someone to ask Fei Qian for help.

After thinking about it, Fei Qian decided to lead the troops to the rescue.

After all, Hedong is very close to Pingyang, and if the skin does not exist, Mao will be attached? If Niu Fu takes Hedong down, he will definitely not be as good as Wang Yi.

I'd rather have a weaker neighbor than a tiger lying next to me.

But in this way, Huang Yueying can't help but be a little difficult to leave.

Fei Qian gently took Huang Yueying's hand and said, "Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng ......"

"Hold the hand of the son, grow ......old with the son," Huang Yueying snorted, and continued.

Fei Qian smiled slightly, comforted Huang Yueying and said: "Don't worry, I will be back soon......" Facing Niu Fu, Fei Qian did not feel much pressure, and although the soldiers led by Niu Fu this time claimed to be 30,000, it was actually estimated that there were only less than 10,000.

"When you get the movable type printing out, I'll be almost back......" Fei Qian comforted Huang Yueying, and then diverted his attention, "Why don't we compete and see who is faster?" ”

"Okay!" Huang Yueying agreed, but after thinking about it, she changed her words again, "It's better not to, the military is dangerous, it's better to be safe...... It's just, it's just...... Well, it's inconvenient to make soup for you......"

"Then I'll drink more today, it's kind of ......," Fei Qian looked up and laughed.

"Yes, yes!" Huang Yueying held the crockpot and nodded, "Then drink all of these!" ”

"Huh?!" Fei Qian looked at the crockpot that was not too small, and then looked at Huang Yueying, who had a serious face, "Uh, okay......"