Yao Huan leaned against the rammed earth wall between Shen's house and Granny Wang's house, and felt that he had seen another wonder.

Granny Wang bowed her waist and fed the cats with a pampered face.

It is not uncommon to see a cat slave in the Northern Song Dynasty, but what is strange is that this cat slave went to fetch and feed the cat, and it turned out to be a bag of chicken feet with white flowers!

Relying on God's assignment of a kitchen god aunt to the traverser, Yao Huan had two full meals of pure-blood KFC (Kaifeng cuisine) yesterday, and he also ate a lot of breakfast today.

But at this moment, when she saw the chicken feet, although they were raw, she was also sour in her mouth, and the tip of her tongue began to secrete abundant saliva again.

On her Yao Huan's food list, if chicken feet rank second, crayfish dare not be called first.

Braised chicken feet, black bean sauce chicken feet, tiger skin chicken feet, braised chicken feet, spicy chicken feet, cola chicken feet...... They are all her good companions on the tip of her tongue, and her best thing is a hot and sour lemon chicken feet.

Wash the chicken feet two catties, fill the large stainless steel pot with water, put in star anise, cinnamon, ginger slices, fennel, pour in the chicken feet after boiling, pour three tablespoons of rice wine, cook until the chicken feet skin is open and convex, scoop it up with a colander spoon, and quickly dip it into the basin filled with ice cubes. In this way, between ice and fire, not only the chicken feet Q bomb is chewy, but also the big bones and phalanges of the chicken feet are easily separated, which is for the deboning phoenix claws.

Then, put another glass bowl, put the deboned chicken feet, pour in pure water, light soy sauce, Zhejiang vinegar, fresh red pepper minced, purple onion minced, garlic, coriander, white sugar, and finally spread fresh-cut lemon slices, covered with plastic wrap, put in the refrigerator for one night, take out and eat at noon the next day, and serve it with cold beer, which can be called a summer healing dish!

But in the Northern Song Dynasty, such a good ingredient was actually fed to cats?

Obviously, even pigs in the water are very marketable among the common people.

Yao Huan suppressed her saliva, and while teasing the cats with "Mi Woo Mi Woo", she took a chatty tone and said to Granny Wang: "Where did you buy this chicken foot from Mother-in-law?" ”

Granny Wang is a well-known elderly cat slave in the alley, and now she is devoted to the cat master, and her chatterbox habit has been taken away, only "coughing", and said to Yao Huan: "The chicken skin is still a little oily and watery, and the chicken feet are not half full, and they will work hard to eat it, who wants to eat it?" Why buy it with copper plates, whoever kills the little rooster will beg for it. Or get up early and go to the vegetable shop in the city to beg, but you can't ask for a few pairs. ”

Yao Huan reacted, yes, in the era of the Northern Song Dynasty, there were large areas of pigs and quails around the city, but there were no chicken farms for meat. It is estimated that there are a lot of people who raise cockfights and gamble. Chickens are raised at home mainly to eat eggs, or to exchange eggs for money. In addition, listening to Granny Wang's meaning, people think that eating chicken feet will lead to death, and this chicken paw can only feed stray cats.

However, it was man-made, and some of the ideas that gradually formed in Yao Huan's mind still made her want to give it a try.

On this day, my aunt Shen Fuzhi came home near the evening and saw her niece sitting in the courtyard with a swollen brain, looking at the shrimp and flowers, and she was more relieved.

Meituan came out of the stove to report, saying that the steward of the Zeng Mansion came out in person and politely accepted the post.

Shen Fuzhi took a sip of the apricot drink brought by Meituan, shook the fan and chuckled: "In the past few days, I don't know how Prime Minister Zeng reprimanded his eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law." However, this matter really needs to be hurried, and after a slight delay, Su Jiaerlang also set off for the land of the Southern Barbarians. ”

Yao Huan saw that her aunt was in a good mood, so she obediently echoed a few words, and went back to the room to bring her uncle's copy of "Zhu Fei in the Small Courtyard".

Meituan was clever and busy, and he also took a ride and said: "Erniang, my aunt sent a fan of mutton." ”

The smile on Shen Fuzhi's face froze, his cheeks were covered with clouds, and he took the note and read it hurriedly, his eyes became more and more cold.

"Sour words, why don't you take it to the Yanguan Hook Column to sing it for the horned prostitutes and fans, who doesn't know, Cai Xuezheng, the son of his country, is more energetic than training the prisoners on weekdays."

After Shen Fuzhi finished speaking, he kneaded the paper into a ball, still on the ground, and said to Meituan: "But mutton is a good thing, so I will cook it tonight, dip it in the old braised jar, and we will eat soft mutton soup cakes tomorrow." ”

Meituan seemed to be accustomed to this script, and said "hey" softly, picked up the paper ball, turned back to the stove, and continued to work.

This innocent little maid knows that of course the mutton can't be thrown out, but the notes sent by the second aunt every time they are sent have to be collected.

Shen Fuzhi glanced at the cramped look in Yao Huan's eyes, his face immediately softened, and he said in a deep voice: "In love, the truth that it is difficult to recover when covered with water is the same as that of a twisted melon. My husband and wife relationship with your uncle is over, and he is still so obsessed, just causing jokes around him, but I will not change my mind. ”

After that, he got up, walked out the door, and said: "I'm going to go to the night market, I have Ah Si to send me back at the beginning of the year, you go to bed first, don't worry about me." ”

Aunt's attitude made Yao Huan more and more curious. Why did the two of them become a grudge couple?

After a while, Meituan made dinner and brought it to the low stone table next to the crayfish pond. I lit wormwood incense and smoked mosquitoes again.

Dining in the open air was requested by Yao Huan.

If in the contemporary society, if you go to the antique courtyard to eat a private meal served by a waiter in ancient costumes, you have to spend the old nose money. At present, it is a real ancient architectural environment, a real ancient one-to-one service, and if you are not happy to have a garden dinner, it is not a waste of this summer night dusk with a pleasant climate and intoxicating flowers.

The dinner of the master and servant was simple but not ugly.

A side dish, a soup, a staple food.

The side dish is coriander vinegar mixed with fungus. Coriander is coriander, Yao Huan lived in the Yangtze River Delta free shipping area all her life, but there are many northern colleagues in the company, so she can understand the pronunciation of "Yansui", which refers to the minced coriander.

Coriander was introduced to China from Central Asia when Zhang Qian passed through the Western Regions in the Han Dynasty, and it has become a must-have seasoning in the Northern Song Dynasty. Yao Huan took a closer look at the fungus that embraced the green coriander, which was slightly different from the black fungus of later generations, glowing brown and yellow, wrapped in rice vinegar and small sesame oil, bright and oily, crisp and glutinous in the mouth, I wanted to come to the hot summer, if it was chilled in the well water, it could stimulate people's taste buds even more.

The soup is tofu pork red soup. Pig red is pig blood, Shen Fuzhi's restaurant owner sells pigs into the water, and all kinds of pig offal ingredients are naturally common on the dinner table at home.

Meituan said seriously: "Sister Huan, Erniang said, what to eat and make up, you hit the pillar that day and shed so much blood, and the soup these days is made of pig red." ”

Yao Huan couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, eating pig brains to replenish human brains, eating pig blood to replenish human blood, the ancestors' dietary therapy principles are so simple and rude. However, there is a large amount of iron in the liver and blood of animals that can be absorbed by the human body, so in order to have a strong body in the reborn world, it is not harmful to eat more blood products.

She tasted a bite of pork red soup, and the pig blood mixed with chopped shallots was not sassy. The smoke and lo-flavor of tofu is not heavy, after all, there is no lactone tofu technology in this era, and the traditional process of marinated tofu can be made so mellow and tender by Meituan.

Then take a bite of the wild lavender pork fat bun as the staple food, and a fresh mixture of meat and meat flavor and mushroom fragrance aroused Yao Huan's expression, like ripples open, stretching and happy.

"This bun is so delicious." Yao Huan praised sincerely.

Meituan was surprised when he heard this: "Buns? Sister Huan, this is not a bun, this is a steamed bun. ”

Yao Huan was also stunned. Yes, in this world, there are stuffed buns, people should be called "steamed buns", even in the south after a thousand years, people also call stuffed buns "meat steamed buns", "vegetable steamed buns", fermented buns without fillings, called "solid steamed buns".

Yao Huan put down his chopsticks and prepared to sell miserably.

She said sadly: "Meituan, what can I do, after I woke up from the accident, I seemed to have forgotten a lot of things." Sometimes when you see something, you recognize it, but you can't say its name. ”

Meituan doesn't seem to think it's a problem to worry about. She sat on the stone pier in front of the east chamber with a bowl in her hand, tore a piece of bun skin stained with meat oil, and stuffed it into her mouth while swallowing slowly: "Sister Huan'er forgot something, ask me yes, I haven't hit the pillar." ”

Yao Huan was amused by the second half of the sentence. This little maid is clever in her heart, and her speech is too straightforward.

"What's that bun?"

"The leaves are wrapped in stuffing."

"What is a cookcake? Is it baked yakiniku? ”

"The cookbread is like this, there is no filling. Pancake? Baked cakes, I don't know what it is, Sister Huan is talking about Hu cakes? ”

Meituan gestured to the white bread crust in his hand and explained carefully.

Yao Huan has already understood a general idea. Okay, the time-traveler blends in, let's start with the pasta name literacy.

She no longer asked for advice, but finished eating Meituan's works like a storm, Fang Shiran said: "Meituan, don't you go to your aunt's restaurant to help on weekdays?" ”

"Where are you going, it's just that Sister Huan is here, and the injury is not healed yet, Erniang told me to guard you all these days."

"Oh, then you can go to the vegetable shop tomorrow and help me get some chicken feet."