Chapter 176: Stewed Buddha's Hand in Milk Soup
This head simmers the ham turtle on the stove, the other head rinses the pork belly, puts it into boiling water and boils it out, cuts it into strips that are eight minutes long and four minutes wide, cuts a number of knives at one end of the belly strip, and once the boiling water passes, the edge is bent and folded into a bergamot.
Take a purple casserole and put it on the fire, put lard, old hen simmered broth, bergamot belly strips, wait for the soup to be milky white, put in mushrooms, fungus, cooked egg yolk slices, boil until it is boiled again, serve it like a soup plate, sprinkle pepper noodles, coriander, chives.
The two soup dishes should be simmered lightly.
Han Chuan also prepared melon cherry shad anchovies, assorted honeycomb tofu, gourd chicken, spicy spiced rabbit loin, the amount of three people, and remembered that Mrs. Feng was pregnant with Liujia, and boiled a cup of nourishing fish gelatin chicken soup, if you have a bad appetite, you can just have this soup bowl of clear soup noodles.
As soon as the night fell, people came to the store one after another, Han Chuan stood behind the counter to greet customers, some old customers knew Han Chuan's difficulties a few days ago, and greeted him with a smile, "Your master is very good?" β
"Thank you for your concern, now lie down and recuperate!" Han Chuan smiled and took the guests to their seats.
The four tables were full in a few moments.
Han Chuan left the best seat for Mrs. Feng - under the window lattice in the southeast corner, the branches and buds of the persimmon tree blossomed, coiled into a natural painting on the inside of the window, and a red sandalwood tall flower pistle was placed in the corner of the wall, and a lantern covered with red oil paper was set up next to it, and the atmosphere was rendered quiet and exquisite.
Readers, you should like it, right?
Han Chuan nodded, and waited with peace of mind - no matter how much she didn't like it, no matter how unwilling she was, it had to look at Mrs. Feng's face, Mrs. Feng was a good person, with a good temperament, not arrogant, and she fell in love with her when she spoke and did things, and now she pressed her head to let her see people, and she was also anxious, right? Seeing that she turned the year and was sixteen, if she had elders in her family, she should have been married, if she acted quickly, she might even have a doll.
Mrs. Feng herself is happily married, and now she is pregnant, so she wants to let the people she likes also taste this happiness, right?
Besides, listening to Mrs. Feng, that little brother Wei is young and promising, and he sounds like a very good person, and even his family is in business, and he has no objections and prejudices against the girl who runs a restaurantβthis alone is very rare. This also shows that Mrs. Feng really looked for it with her heart, not to solve a problem.
Didn't Cui Shi introduce her to the forty-year-old widower who died in the past?
Thinking of this, Han Chuan smiled, and when he looked up, he happened to see a man in a green robe with a white crown opening the door curtain and entering, followed by Lord Yu and Mrs. Feng. As soon as Mrs. Feng came in, she raised her eyebrows at Han Chuan Yaoyao, made a lip shape, and motioned for Han Chuan to hurry up and see the person who came.
Han Chuan wanted to laugh a little, pursed his lips, and greeted him generously, "The three of you, please." As he spoke, he brought forward, "Today's fish and soft-shelled turtles are fresh, and you have to eat them quickly in autumn, but in winter, everything in the river is thin, and it doesn't taste beautiful..."
Mrs. Feng accosted with a smile, "It's not easy to catch fish in winter, the water surface is frozen, I heard that you have to make an opening in the ice, stay by the side all night, and you have to be quick to catch the net at night when the fish floats on the ice!" β
Walking all the way, Han Chuan and Mrs. Feng talked about eating all the way, and when the three of them arrived at the seat, Mrs. Feng took advantage of the fact that she had not yet sat down, smiled and took Han Chuan's arm, and introduced, "... This is our old Yu's classmate in Guozijian, born as a child, and now he is a gentleman in Shanmao Academy, you can call Mr. Wei. β
He also introduced Han Chuan, "... This is the shopkeeper of the 'Shixian' restaurant, surnamed He, released from the palace at the beginning of the year, and now the restaurant is top-notch in our Fangkou, and even the entire Dongliu Hutong, with good craftsmanship and business, and she is also a woman with a heart. β
Han Chuan raised his head.
Madame Feng was not wrong.
This Mr. Wei has a white face and red lips, he is handsome and rare in life, and he shows a bit of jade bamboo style in a green coat, although he has a pair of peach blossom eyes, his eyes are steady and self-controlled, which is very meaningful.
How did you stay at the age of twenty-five in this wolf-like city of Beijing?
It stands to reason that if you win the move, you should be robbed by the major official ladies and marquis girls?
Before Han Chuan could react, this Mr. Wei gave up his hand and said hello, "Meet the shopkeeper He for the first time, please be healthy." β
The speech also has a bit of the continuous meaning of the small bridge in Huizhou water town.
Han Chuan laughed and was blessed, "Please be well-haven too." Turning sideways, he poured tea for the three of them with a smile, "The three of you sit down, I'm afraid you're hungry at this hour, let Xiao Shuang'er go first." You eat and drink well, if you need to call your children. β
The diners who come to the "fresh" meal are food-oriented, not common to socialize and fight wine, to deal with things, are the old gourmets to taste the dishes, today a taste will feel different, the old guests called Han Chuan, "today is your own kitchen, right?" β
Han Chuan was stunned.
Lati's dishes, to be honest, are not much different from her craftsmanship.
Very nuanced.
If she doesn't taste it carefully, it will be difficult to distinguish it.
Seeing Han Chuan's expression, the old guest stroked the beard on his upper and lower jaws and laughed, "You prefer to cook with a large fire, take the lead in forcing out the original flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent, and then slowly lock up the taste." The master in your stove pays attention to the long flow of fine water, and forces out the flavor little by little, and his technique is not as domineering as you. β
Han Chuan thought about it, it seems that this is really the case?
Han Chuan also pursed his lips and laughed, revealing two small pear vortices on his lips, looking very aura, "That's weird, the child is slow, but the cooking style is domineering." Master Latti is straight and domineering, but he cooks gently... You are a knowledgeable person..."Han Chuan glanced at a glass of Jinbo wine on the table, "There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, so your wine today will be recorded in your account." β
In the window lattice of the southeast corner, under the persimmon tree, Mrs. Feng pointed to Mr. Wei with a smile, and Mr. Wei followed Mrs. Feng's gaze and happened to see Han Chuan pursing his lips and smiling coquettishly.
"Look at this girl, she's a good girl. Good looks, good talents, good temperament, and capable of work, except that the family background is a little weaker, compared with many famous and noble women in Beijing. β
Mrs. Feng said in a tone with Han Chuan, as if she was talking about her own sister-in-law, both honored and expectant, "If Mr. Wei is not a classmate of Zecheng, I will not be a matchmaker - I am very tired, and if it doesn't work, I will be troubled." β
Mr. Wei put his hands on his knees, smiled a little sheepishly, and did not say a word.
Seeing this, Mrs. Feng pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy.
What's wrong?
Haven't you seen her family yet?
Seeing this, Lord Yu smiled and reprimanded his wife, "Ma Ge has a weaker temperament, and he still says ten words when he talks to his classmates on weekdays, how can there be such a person, say against people, is it difficult for someone to be like me, you have to ignore you for anything?" β