Chen Er looked at the prepared ingredients in the kitchen.

Dou Yitong was on the side to help, and Shen Yinian was waiting outside for the guests to come.

Chen Er took out a bowl of freshly cooked rice and poured it directly into the large iron pot without washing it.

Then scoop out half a bowl of tempeh from the large jar and pour it in.

Then scoop in a bowl of water from the small world.

After stirring casually twice, the lid was closed.

Cook over low heat.

Chen Er asked Dou Yitong to look at the stove and charcoal fire, "The pot will be raised in half an hour." ”

He turned around and took out a few pieces of ginger the size of an egg.

Start cleaning.

Dou Yitong stared at the fire in the stove while talking to Chen Er.

"Master, the rice you just cooked is sorghum rice, right?"

Chen Er nodded, "It's sorghum rice." ”

Rice is also known as sorghum rice, but the saying rice was a common saying before the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Modern people generally call sorghum rice, yellow rice, and glutinous millet.

Rice has the effect of calming the stomach and the nerves, and the ancients often used it to make soup or medicine to make medicinal food.

Dou Yitong hesitated for a long time before asking the question he wanted to ask.

"Then master, why don't you cook the rice without washing it......"

Chen Er put the washed ginger on the cutting board and picked up the kitchen knife.

"Because one of the selling points of this dish is the smell of rice rice, which fades when you wash it with water."

Dou Yitong suddenly realized.

Chen Er held up the kitchen knife and said, "If you have any questions, just ask them directly, don't hesitate or be afraid." ”

Dou Yitong looked at the kitchen knife in his hand that reflected the silver light, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Don't be afraid, what can I be afraid of......"

The kitchen knife in Chen Er's hand rose and fell quickly, and in a few moments, he cut several pieces of large ginger into strips the thickness of chopsticks.

There are a total of four stoves in the kitchen.

Chen Er put all the chopped ginger strips into another pot, then poured in an appropriate amount of water, covered and boiled over high heat.

After the rice and ginger in the pot were boiled, Shen Yinian hurried to the kitchen door.

She sniffed the air, and all she could smell was a faint smell of ginger and nothing else.

Obviously, the charcoal fire in the stove is still burning vigorously, but there is not even the slightest smell of fireworks.

On the contrary, there is a fragrance of wood, and I don't know what kind of good wood is used.

Chen Er turned his head to look at her, "The old man is here?" ”

Shen Yinian nodded again and again.

Chen Er pointed casually, "You wait first." ”

Then he turned around and filled a purple clay pot with water and carried it to the stove.

Dou Yitong drained the water from the ginger strips on the side.

After draining the water, Chen Er instructed him to bring out the boiled rice and the soup, and crush it to extract the juice.

After the water in the purple clay pot boiled, Chen Er made a cup of honeysuckle tea and handed it to Shen Yinian in the tray.

"It's for gargling."

Shen Yinian nodded hurriedly, and carefully took the tea out to Qingxu.

Dou Yitong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master, the rice juice is ready!"

Chen Er took out a jar of peach blossom honey and gave it to him.

"Put the drained ginger in a pot and scoop half a bowl of honey and five bowls of water. Simmer for 20 minutes. ”

Dou Yitong took the honey and made it.

Chen Er took out a bowl of snow-white rice and washed it, poured the rice juice on it, and soaked it for half an hour.

Once the ginger is cooked again, the smell comes out.

Before the lid of the pot was lifted, Dou Yitong smelled a faint aroma.

With a wet hot breath spraying directly on his face.

The ginger has been boiled twice, and although the spicy smell has faded a lot, it can still be smelled some.

After boiling it in a pot with honey for more than twenty minutes, the smell of ginger has long been perfectly combined with honey.

Even the sweet honey aroma is stained with a hint of spiciness.

The aroma wafts out of the pot, with the gentleness of peach blossoms, the straight rush of ginger, and the sweetness of honey.

When it floats into the nasal cavity, it is like a graceful woman covered in a veil, giving people a surprise and mysterious anticipation.

Dou Yitong couldn't wait to pick up a piece and taste it, what it was like.

But I still held back.

When the ginger is scooped out of the pot, the aroma becomes more and more intense.

Chen Er put the ginger on a plate, then scooped half a spoonful of the soup from the pot and drizzled evenly over the ginger.

Dou Yitong hurriedly pulled the silver bell hanging on the kitchen door.

The sound of "jingle bell, jingle bell" was heard.

After a while, Shen Yinian hurriedly came over.

Chen Er placed the plate with ginger on a rosewood tray, put a pair of silver chopsticks carved with patterns, and then covered a colorful glass cover to completely cover the dish.

Hand it to Shen Yinian.

Shen Yinian carefully took the tray.

Just about to turn around and walk away.

Chen Er took out a bamboo slip with characters written on it from the box containing it and placed it on the edge of the glass cover.

The bamboo slips with the menu written on them were actually broken into one by one by Chen Er.

"That's the name of the dish."

Dou Yitong hurriedly stretched his neck to take a look, only to see two seal characters written on it, "honey ginger".

Shen Yinian took the tray and left.

When I walk, my body is tense and straight, for fear that I will accidentally mess up the things in my hand.

Although she had not seen much of the market, she knew that these plates and trays were worth a lot of money.

In the restaurant, Qingxu has been waiting for a long time.

If it weren't for Shen Yinian repeatedly reminding him just now that the tea he had just sent was used to rinse his mouth, he would probably have drunk the tea a long time ago.

It's hot right now, and it's the easiest to catch fire.

Drinking a cup or two of honeysuckle tea to clear heat and detoxify is the best.

Qingxu smashed his mouth, as if he wanted to taste the taste of honeysuckle tea from his mouth.

That tea is really good.

The faint bitterness of the honeysuckle itself is well preserved, and the tea soup has a faint golden yellow, which is like a fine piece of amber in a white tea cup.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears, and as soon as Qingxu looked up, he saw Shen Yinian holding a tray and walking over with small steps.

Qingxu suddenly came to the spirit.

Shen Yinian sat on his knees on the carpet, carefully placed the tray on the dining table, and then removed the glass cover under Qingxu's attentive gaze, revealing the dishes inside.

After seeing that there was only a pile of ginger sticks lying inside, Qingxu couldn't help but be stunned.

Shen Yinian was also a little surprised, she was too nervous just now, and she didn't even pay attention to what was inside, so Chen Er covered the cover.

However, how could the first course actually be a plate of ginger?

Is it an appetizer pickle?

Shen Yinian remembered that their hometown had the habit of making ginger into kimchi, which tasted sour and spicy, and it was quite appetizing.

Qingxu couldn't help but blow his beard.

"This kid is going to give me ginger?"

And it's still such a big plate of ginger?

Shen Yinian didn't know what to say, so he carefully took out the plate and put it in front of Qingxu, and handed him the chopsticks.

Then take out the bamboo slip with the name of the dish written on it and put it on the dining table.

I took the tea on the table and left.

Qingxu pinched the silver chopsticks in his hand and smelled a rich aroma.

I didn't even notice such a fragrant smell just now.

If you smell it carefully, it is actually emanating from this plate of ginger.

Immediately became interested.

This aroma is very special, sweet and spicy, and spicy.

But it didn't smell any irritation, but was unexpectedly long and gentle.

Qingxu picked up a piece of ginger and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but shake his long beard.

"Good!"

Qingxu exclaimed.

"This ginger actually contains the sweetness of honey, the taste is crisp and sweet, the aftertaste is slightly spicy, and there is even a faint peach blossom aroma."

"Wonderful!"

Qingxu ate happily.