In this era, there were no gas pots and induction cookers, and they all made fires to cook rice, so it was not easy to accomplish the feat of 'Manchu and Han full banquet' by one person.

As soon as Zhao Yange entered the kitchen, he had a feeling of walking from the city to the countryside, and the haze turned into barrenness, this kind of scene he had only seen on TV:

There are two cauldrons on the stove stacked with yellow mud and stone slabs, and there are dry firewood messily placed not far away, vegetables and meat are mixed together, and there is no order, the bucket becomes a water tank, and the height reaches the waist of the person, and the vessel for scooping water is half a gourd hollowed out, referred to as - water scoop!

He didn't feel too bored and looked down on him too much, but he didn't feel comfortable with the unfamiliar environment and regretted the backwardness of the equipment.

For five minutes, Zhao Yange was just pacing back and forth in the kitchen, because he didn't know where to start, Yuhuan stood at the door and blinked, there was a little red on her cheeks, and she said in a low voice: "Young master, I see that Duan Yu can deal with it alone, or I'll help you make a fire, right?" ”

"It's hard to be gracious!" Zhao Yange waved his hand with a fake smile, signaling Yuhuan to make a fire and boil water.

For everything in the kitchen, Yuhuan is naturally more familiar than Zhao Yange, brushing the pot and scooping water in one go, with skillful and capable movements and a serious attitude.

Zhao Yange was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that Yuhuan's every move was silly and ridiculous, then turned around and began to busy his own business.

He was going to make a plate of soy sauce fried rice for Yuhuan and Duan Yu, and as we all know, in ancient times, there were so many strange dishes, almost every day that people were studying how to cook, but few people paid attention to rice.

Zhao Yange took out four turquoise bamboo tubes to clean them, washed the white rice with water four times, he was not worried about the quality of the rice, this is the rice produced in Panjin, the grains are large and full, crystal clear, one by one fell in the ceramic plate, making a "jingling" sound.

Fill the white rice with four bamboo tubes, then evenly put it in the steamer, steam it slightly over low heat, wait until the rice is ripe, the "sweat" of the bamboo tube seeps into the white rice, get out of the pot, pour it into a white plate, and let it cool.

The main materials are done, and then there are some accessories, Zhao Yange filled the entire kitchen as early as the day Zhao Feidie came, and there were thirteen spices of peppercorns.

The first time Yuhuan saw the young master cooking, he was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that the gentleman, who had never asked about housework, could have such neat skills:

First of all, Zhao Yange first put the soy sauce, cooking wine and sugar into a small bowl, stirred well, and then cut the green onions, ginger and garlic into large slices, and the chives into small slices.

After the preparations are done and the rice has cooled, he first stirs the seasoning in the rice, uses a spoon to press the clumped rice, and then beats the two eggs and puts them in the rice to disperse the particles.

"Yuhuan, Xiaohuo!"

Zhao Yange commanded, the little girl obeyed, first preheat the bottom of the pot, put in the lard, wait for the lard to melt, add the green onions, ginger and garlic slices, fry until the color is browned, pour in the rice, stir-fry over high heat, after a few minutes, two plates of soy sauce fried rice with full color and fragrance are freshly baked.

The moment the pot was raised, a fragrance wafted out, and the fragrance was like a touch of soft silk, passing through Yuhuan's pretty face and entering her nose, as if someone was touching her skin and enjoying the silkiness!

You don't need to look at it to know that this taste comes from the young master's two plates of black rice, and when he was looking at it, Zhao Yange pointed to the prepared rice and said, "Let's go, bring it over!" ”

The two people walked out with their white fingers grabbing the two plates, the rich fragrance kept coming out, Duan Yu was concentrating on the binding of the album in the other room, and suddenly raised his head, and his nose kept moving.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good! He grunted in his stomach and swallowed, as if the smell of it made his mouth pop just by smelling it.

Finally, Yuhuan and Zhao Yan walked in with two plates, the fragrance was even stronger, and put the soy sauce fried rice in front of Duan Yu, Zhao Yange smiled: "I haven't cooked for a long time, this time I tried the knife first, make a soy sauce fried rice first, you taste it, see how it tastes?" ”

Soy sauce fried rice!? What the hell, I've heard of stir-frying, and it's the first time I've seen rice have such a strange method.

Duan Yu's eyes were fixed on the plate of fried rice, the snow-white rice grains turned swarthy black, but the shape was still fat and round, and the rice grains were scattered, not sticky, like a beautiful woman wrapped in black gauze, which was very tempting.

"Young master, then I'm embarrassed!" Duan Yu rubbed his hands, and then swept the clouds like a mountain and a tsunami.

He never knew that rice could do this, and he didn't even think that a bowl of rice could taste different, no, it wasn't rice at all, but a work of art that made people's hearts intoxicated.

Yuhuan glanced at Duan Yu, she shouldn't be so rude, this is the first time the young master cooks, how can she eat reservedly, otherwise it will be too tyrannical.

Grab a pair of long chopsticks on the table, carefully pick up a handful, put it in your mouth and chew it slowly, the aroma of bamboo liquid and the taste of soy sauce exploded like a bomb in an instant, impacting the taste buds of Yuhuan, tender, fragrant, and special taste.

"Wow, that's delicious!"

She threw away the girl's soft side, chewed slowly and turned into gobbling, and the whole person swam in the delicious sea, unable to extricate herself.

"You two eat slowly, don't choke!" Zhao Yange said with a smile and a small bowl of soy sauce fried rice that made the two of them feel like a luxury.

Yuhuan's mouth was stuffed slowly, and he was a little impressed by Zhao Yange, and he patted his horse and said: "Young master, I have never eaten such a delicious meal, it is even better than His Majesty the Emperor's imperial snacks?" ”

"Then have you eaten His Majesty's imperial snacks?" Zhao Yange quipped curiously.

"I haven't eaten it either!" Yuhuan was completely immersed in the soy sauce fried rice, and she couldn't stop chewing at all.

Duan Yu's eyes began to moisten, and he suddenly burst into tears, because his mouth was stuffed with rice, a few grains of rice spurted out, "Young Master, I ate the taste of home inside!" ”

Yuhuan deliberately moved to the side, how old is it, you can still cry after eating, it's really embarrassing, Yuhuan dislikes it, no, no.

"I'll cook for you, aren't you happy?" Zhao Yange looked resentful.

"Happy and happy!" Duan Yu said vaguely.

"Happy you're crying, huh?"

"Young Master, don't you see that Duan Yu is crying with joy!"

Zhao Yange let out a long sigh, picked up the spoon on the side, scooped it up, and paused: "Does it taste like home?" I feel this feeling even stronger than you! ”

He walked to the door, there was only one full moon in the sky, very round and round, it was fifteen again, Zhao Yange remembered his mother in that world, and looked up at the moon and muttered: "Mom, are you okay?" ”