Shao Qing sat straight and waited for the meal to open, but his body did not look stiff.

Meituan dismantled the phoenix claws, and like Yao Huan of Fang Cai, quietly looked at this handsome Shao Langzhong.

"It's the same Lang Zhong, Mr. Zheng Guandong in the alley next door, how can he look pickled and greasy, and he is fierce with his eyebrows and eyes, and he knows that he is sick, and he is unfamiliar with him, and he thinks he is killing pigs."

As soon as the barrage on Meituan's side began, Shao Qing woke up thoughtfully, picked up the lancet, picked up the chicken feet from Yao Huan's dry sea bowl, and picked up the bones like a cloud.

It takes less than a pillar of incense, and the chicken feet in front of Shao Qing are meat and bones, a pile in the bowl and a pile on the table, refreshing and neat.

Meituan has changed from a covert peek to a straightforward fan look.

She secretly said that Shen Fuzhi, the owner of Pingsuli, has first-class conceited knife skills, and the shreds cut into raw fish can be wound around the ground into a chrysanthemum. But Shen Fuzhi's shortcoming is that he is a little slow when he cooks at home, which is a world of difference from the wind and fire of roasting kidneys and roasting pig intestines in Bianhe Rice Shop in order to grab business.

Meituan was still imagining whether the little master Yao Huan would also inherit the style of his aunt, a cook, who could not take into account both quality and speed, but saw that Yao Huan had already walked to the front yard with a willow food table.

"Two guest officers, chicken soup and warm locust leaf cakes." Yao Huan said with a smile.

Meituan was startled, and got up to pick up the food case: "Sister Huan, I'll come, I'll come." "She is a servant in the Shen family after all, even if Shen Fuzhi is only angry and does not fight, how dare she be served by the little master.

Shao Qing got up slowly, helped Meituan put three white porcelain bowls and a celadon bowl on the stone table, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and praised: "Okay, good, now it's a little hot, and I'm trying to eat a bowl of locust leaves and cold tao." ”

It turned out that what Yao Huan made was not noodle soup, but mixed noodles.

Early this morning, after Shen Fuzhi went out to the restaurant, Yao Huan walked into the stove and saw that Meituan was fishing out a lump of things from the basin, carefully peeling off a layer of oiled paper, and lifting the fine gauze to inspect it.

Meituan told Yao Huan that this was to blanch the green locust leaves to remove the floating ash, grind them into minced powder, filter out the thick juice, and knead the dough with well water.

When the dough has not yet risen, it is wrapped tightly with gauze, and then tied with oiled paper on the outside, and placed in the cold well water, so that the processed locust juice dough can be put for three days even in Futian, and the more tenacious it is in the first few days.

Just now, Yao Huan opened the last half of the locust leaf dough, and the feeling of the tentacles was really soft and elastic. She kneaded the dough for a little longer, spread it out and cut it into lasanon, cooked it in boiling water, sprinkled it with salt while it was hot, and tossed it with the spiced chicken feet soup that had been served in a clay pot. Then boil hot oil in another small iron pot on the stove, roll a few rolls of Han green onions, throw them into the oil and squeeze them until they are scorched, scoop out a small bowl of scallion oil, and serve them with chicken juice locust leaves, and bring them to the courtyard.

"The king enjoys the cool evening, and this smell is also necessary." Shao Qing raised his chopsticks and chanted a poem.

"Huh?" Yao Huan looked at him, and the question "I don't read much, I don't understand what you're talking about" was written generously in his eyes.

Meituan on the side picked up the stubble: "Mr. is chanting the sentence of the Tang Dynasty Du Fu, which is written by Huaiye Lengtao." ”

Wow, yes, Yao Huan cheered in his heart, the Song Dynasty was really a prosperous era of Chongwen, and the popularity of poetry was also very good in the proletariat.

Meituan saw the surprise on Shao Qing's face and the praise on Yao Huan's face, and couldn't help but be ashamed, scratched his head and said: "It was taught by the second mother of my family, she cooks food, and often chatters with me about the sentences written by those scribes." ”

However, the smell and smell of food can be much more enjoyable than poetry.

However, in the white porcelain bowl, the light yellow chicken juice is lined at the bottom of the bowl, the cold noodles that are as green as bamboo branches are entangled, and the amber scallion oil is dotted on it, and the color is elegant without losing the bright and oily feeling of the food.

Pick a cold mouth, the fragrance of locust leaves, the meat aroma of chicken soup, and the richness of scallion oil, which is between meat and vegetables, but more warm, combined with a smooth and chewy taste, can instantly awaken every taste bud.

All of a sudden, the three people in the courtyard had a tacit understanding, the poems stopped singing, and the sky stopped talking, and they all ate noodles wholeheartedly.

Yao Huan ate the fastest. She sighed to herself, before the death of Xiangxiaoyu in her previous life, because of chemotherapy, her digestive system collapsed, and in the end she couldn't hold much food, so this time she crossed over, but she really fulfilled the sentence: I was reincarnated as a hungry ghost in my last life......

Shao Qing saw that Yao Huan had finished eating, and he also put down his chopsticks for the time being, and said, "Thank you lady for your hospitality, get an axe in the next class, and talk about a vegetarian cold Tao method." It is to use mountain shoots, bamboo mushrooms, wolfberry vines, slightly put some tempeh fried, cover on the cold tao, and mix it when eating. This practice has a special name, called 'Shanjia Sanbrittle'. ”

"Mountain shoots, bamboo mushrooms, wolfberry vines," Yao Huan repeated seriously, "Sure enough, they are all picked in the mountains and wilderness, and the entrance is crispy and fresh, so it is called the three crispy ones of the mountain family." ”

But there is a longer sentence at the end, of course she will not say it, but put it in her stomach: "Delicious should be delicious, but there is no oil and water, I can't eat enough when I hear it, and I don't drink much, the literati can split their sentiments, and the peddlers and pawns are probably not interested, so I still have to help my aunt's rice shop develop more cheap and down-to-earth delicacies, such as mustard soy sauce and phoenix feet, braised crayfish topping noodles......"

Shao Qing finally finished eating Huaiye Tao and had to go. The head of the family is not here, if it weren't for his status as Langzhong, and there was a little servant in the courtyard, it would be extremely inappropriate to eat at the same table with a young lady like Yao Huan.

In his opinion, Yao Huan seems to have no taboos, maybe she no longer regards herself as a girl in her boudoir.

Shao Qing left his name and left.

When I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I saw that the driver of the shabby ox cart was really waiting for him.

Shao Qing stepped forward and took out twice the fare for him: "You go to pick up passengers elsewhere, I won't take your car." ”

The coachman excused himself and said, "If you don't contribute, how can you take Mr.'s fare." ”

Shao Qing waved his hand, looked back at the alley again, smiled lightly, and walked in the direction of the Bianhe River.

At the moment, he just wants to walk around aimlessly.

I don't know what to do, but I can't help it, and it's hard to move forward.

Encounters and encounters are certainly good stories, but how many men and women in the world can really have such creation?

This lady of the Yao family is like a dream that she suddenly encountered after living in Kaifeng City for a long time. It's a dream, and I've been doing it for almost a year, and when I wake up, I wake up.

Shao Qing thought while walking, and when he reached the Bianhe River, he saw that the people on both sides of the river were crowded, and the people were watching the Great Song Dynasty sailors coming from the direction of Jinmingchi in the west of the city.

Shao Qing stopped and looked at several magnificent military ships that were obviously completed in the military exercise, and slowly passed in front of him with a majestic majesty.

He remembered the mission his family had given him.