Xiao Shuang'er poked her head and saw that Han Chuan was teaching her to read and write these days, and for several months, this girl hadn't even finished reading half of the thousand-word text, let alone memorized it.

Shuang'er's reading energy is similar to that of Han Chuan's arithmetic - anyway, just looking at it, his eyes began to droop, drooping and drooping, and he couldn't open both eyes...

As the saying goes, there will be a nest of instigation, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Shuang'er looked at the book picked up after looking at his shopkeeper, frowned, and read half of the words, "Xingshi Mi Menglu..."

Xiao Shuang'er raised her head and said seriously, "It sounds like a joke." ”

It's still the kind of happy rivers and lakes, wanton enmity.

Maybe some demons and monsters.

Don't you see, there is the word star?

Xiao Shuang'er said his imagination of this book in the ox cart, pinching the mountain roots, and the sourness that surged up when he saw this book was diluted a lot by Shuang'er's uncultured words...

In the past, she was always confined to the boxy court, or in the neat palace, but now she has never had the freedom, whether it is silver money or physical, she can go anywhere, she can go at any time, and even she can take the four seas as her home, not only to appreciate the rich and fragrant spices of northern Xinjiang, but also to appreciate the delicate and graceful falling flowers into the fish soup in the south of the Yangtze River.

Han Chuan pulled Lati and Xiao Shuang'er and asked about the distance to northern Xinjiang.

Okay.

It takes more than 200 days to ride in a carriage...

It was autumn when Lati was taken captive from her hometown, and it was already midsummer when she arrived in Beijing...

A horse-drawn carriage can be rented for a hundred wen a day.

Two hundred days is twenty thousand copper plates.

It's all small money.

There are also sores and diseases on the way, eating, drinking, closing, and sheltering, and taking care of officials...

Han Chuan looked at the silver in the accounts.

Never mind.

Now it was the silver that restricted her freedom.

In late spring and early summer, the sky is getting earlier and earlier, and the seasonal dishes have been adjusted accordingly, but the meat has not changed much, there are a few more fish and shrimp in the water tank, but there are many more choices in the vegetarian dishes. Every time the seasons change, Han Chuan has to go to the eastern suburbs market to have a look, not that he can't believe Boss Jia's vision, but the chef in charge understands the preciousness of seasonal dishes better.

There are farmers wearing hats and sitting on the ground to set up stalls, and the small pointed bamboo shoots are very cute.

On the side of the bamboo shoots, there are many mushrooms of different shapes and colors.

There are many fungi, and Hanchuan has never even seen them.

"Uncle, what's the name of this fungus?"

The farmer looked up, spoke in an official dialect that was not very fluent, and reported a series of names of dishes, "... Boletus, milk pulp mushrooms, big red mushrooms, see the green hands...", and fiddled with the lower head of the mushroom, revealing a few other cute and loving mushrooms.

The lower ones are more precious.

It is a common ingredient in the palace - bamboo sunflower.

Bamboo sunflower is also a good thing, but it is a little mediocre in the eyes of Han Chuan.

Han Chuan was more curious about the large clusters of fungi that he had never seen before, and said with a smile, "Listen to your accent, aren't you from the north?" ”

"South! From Yunnan! The cub at the head of the family came to the capital to do business with the trading house, and his mother and I followed him with a son. ”

Well...

He spoke with a strong southern accent.

The incense spike in the same room in the courtyard is from Sichuan, Han Chuan can understand, and said with a smile, "Then this fungus, did you pick it yourself?" ”

The old man was quite proud, "I don't understand from the capital!" It's right in the mountains, and the mountains are full of these wild mushrooms! We love to eat this in the summer, the mushrooms should be cooked, boiled in a pot! Dilute the soy sauce with cold water, and then chop the millet spicy, Chaotian pepper, green onion, and garlic into dipping water, and the mushrooms are boiled in water. At most, put some chicken racks in the soup, which is a bit meaty. ”

Little Shuang'er's saliva is about to flow out.

Han Chuan took ten yuan to wrap the fungus on the top layer of the old man, and spent another fifty yuan to buy the bamboo sunflower below.

Han Chuan turned around to leave with a bamboo basket, but was stopped by the old man, "Little lady... Little lady! Be sure to cook it! Be sure to cook it! ”

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Who eats mushrooms raw?

Some brightly colored mushrooms are poisonous!

Oh, except, of course, matsutake mushrooms.

Eating matsutake mushrooms, charcoal grilling is a common way to eat, in the book "Nanzhao Chronicles", it is recorded that this matsutake mushroom can be cut into thin slices with a porcelain knife or shell knife, dipped in soybean oil and eaten raw, during which the taste is incomparable, the taste is tender and delicate, with a very fragrant pine resin and the taste of the morning in the fruit forest.

Han Chuan has never eaten it.

Raw matsutake mushrooms are not allowed in the palace.

To be precise, no raw food is allowed in the palace.

This is responsible for the body of the noble.

I am even more afraid of being responsible.

Han Chuan nodded confidently at the old man, squinting with a smile, "Don't worry! He's a cook! ”

...

Back at the restaurant, we will have a lunch break today, and we will not sell refreshments and water.

Han Chuan first killed an old hen, cleaned up the bamboo sun, stewed it in a purple casserole, and after a while, he smelled the aroma of the chicken and the umami of the bamboo sun. The one stewed with bamboo sunflower chicken soup, this one with a bunch of miscellaneous mushrooms pondering the old man, all gray or brown, not bright in color, and no strange spots or lines, should be non-toxic.

According to the old man's words, Han Chuan scooped a large pot of chicken soup as the base, and put the cleaned mushrooms on it, clustered next to each other, covering the entire casserole.

Xiao Shuang'er is enthusiastic about picking garlic, chopping green onions, grinding millet and spicy, the dipping sauce is simple, but there is a fragrant aroma.

Han Chuan and Shuang'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

Mama Zhong was a little worried, "... In the past, some people in the village ate mushrooms indiscriminately and ate them to death..."

Han Chuan waved his hand confidently again, "Don't worry, I've seen it, none of these fungi have a color." That old man is also from Yunnan, and he can be called by name! It must be eaten often in Yunnan... It's just that we people here don't like to eat, so naturally we don't know, you look at it, this thing is made and fragrant! ”

Fragrant.

It is indeed incense.

A casserole is brought to a boil and set to the table.

Mama Zhong took a deep breath, then retreated, watching Han Chuan and Shuang'er feasting, and glanced at Lati worriedly.

After eating a pot of mushrooms, Shuang'er burped.

Han Chuan's eyes lit up when he ate.

It's really delicious!

The porcini mushrooms are soft and glutinous, and they slip into the mouth at once, and the soup with dipping sauce hangs... Seeing that the green hands are also delicious, they are so fresh that they almost bite off their tongues...

Wait a minute.

In front of the eyes, why did a pair of villains appear?

Still wearing a long skirt and a small flower umbrella?

Han Chuan frowned and waved his hand.

Xu Yi stepped into the hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was that the shopkeeper He and the round-faced girl were sitting face to face, their eyes glazed and they waved their hands persistently.