Wen Yan scooped out everything in the small pot.

By the stove, the old lady turned around and called, "Girl, it's fried." ”

Wen Yan got up and went over and explained, "You first pack up that bowl of rice balls, put them together with fried skin, and send them to Lord Huo." ”

After saying that, she took a colander and took a full spoonful from the oil pan, poured it aside and drained the oil.

Huo Yixiao noticed that there was still one thing to eat on the stove.

"For my uncle?" Huo Yixiao stepped forward and looked at it, like a small cake, fried golden and buttery, "How many did you bring here?" ”

"I've got a hundred smaller ones." Wen Yan took a plate, took six chopsticks and put them on the table, and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady put it in the food box and carried it away.

Wen Yan grabbed another one and handed it to Huo Yixiao: "Try this too, be careful of it." ”

Huo Yixiao lowered his eyes, the small cake was almost delivered to his mouth, as long as he lowered his head slightly, he could bite it, and the fried food was fragrant.

The little fox who offered the treasure was full of anticipation with a smile.

Huo Yixiao didn't bow his head, it was not appropriate to bite down like this.

Wen Yan didn't have a few serious words to him all day long, and he was talking nonsense, if he was in the house, Huo Yixiao would go with her.

But this is the kitchen, and there are several cooks.

He really bites down, like something!

That's not close, it's intimate......

Huo Yixiao took half a step back, stared at the cake, and asked, "What is this?" ”

Wen Yan saw his avoidance, he didn't break it, and his smile didn't even change: "Fried skin, just take the rice balls and press them flat and fry them." ”

Huo Yixiao let out an "oh" sound and took it directly with his hand.

Just fished out of the hot oil, it's a little hot in the hand, but it's not too hard to hold.

Huo Yixiao took a bite.

The outer layer is crispy, and the inside is soft glutinous rice crust, after which the lard and sesame seeds melt between the mouths.

It has a different taste from boiled, but it is the same fragrant and sweet.

"It's delicious." Huo Yixiao commented.

Wen Yan's smile was even bigger: "You wait for me, I wrap a little too much, I'll fry some more." ”

Huo Yixiao then remembered that Wen Yan just said that she had wrapped a hundred small ones.

Didn't you say before that the chefs of the Hou Mansion are good? Why do you have to pack it herself?

He said that yesterday, but he didn't expect Wen Yan to do it himself.

He knew about the Wen banquet, but it was when people went to the Yuan every year to honor his grandfather, and he was stained with light that year.

And Wen Yan actually wrapped it with his own hands, and he wrapped so much.

Is this little fox crazy?

No wonder it was sent to Huo Huaiding.

He was the only one who could burst his stomach.

"I can't finish that." Huo Yixiao said.

Wen Yan said: "If you do more, you will share some of them, and the uncle's share, and give them a taste of Yin Lei." ”

Huo Yixiao swallowed the skin in his mouth and almost choked.

It's just a boy, even the "hidden thunder them" are counted, the little fox is really crazy!

Wen Yan did not delay in his hands.

The pot was replaced with water, rested on the stove, and while it was time to boil the water, he put all the drained fried skins on a plate, and then pressed a dozen more and slid them into the oil along the edges.

Huo Yixiao frowned: "You also fried it?" ”

The oil pan in the kitchen is not comparable to the small pot, the hot smoke is billowing and the skin is going down, crackling.

These cooks too, how can they let her be in charge?

In case the oil spills......

Wen Yan's ears were full of movement in the oil pot, and he didn't hear Huo Yixiao's words clearly, so he turned his head to look: "What?" ”

Huo Yixiao hurriedly waved his hand, what are you still distracted from doing at this time, I really don't think the oil is hot enough.

Wen Yan pushed the skin apart to make sure it wouldn't stick, and put the rest of the rice balls into the water.

One person, in charge of two pots, steaming, not messy at all.

Huo Yixiao looked at her, and suddenly, he remembered what Huo Yixuan's mother said about "fireworks".

Mrs. Huo, born in Lingnan, is very different from the daughter of a family in Beijing.

She once said that to live, not only ordinary people need fireworks, but also people like them.

She has a good relationship with Huo Huaiding, also because he is different from other court officials, he is very down-to-earth, and he has the fireworks that she values.

Huo Yixuan and Huo Yixiao, two and a half children, can't understand this at all, the fireworks and the same kind of qi that immortal cultivators pursue in the script, they are all things that cannot be seen or touched.

And at this moment, Huo Yixiao suddenly had some insights.

The heat on the stove is kind of interesting.

Although, this kind of qi and Huo Huaiding can't match it at all.

The old lady came back after delivering the food box, Wen Yan was also busy, all the things were packed and put on, Wen Yan washed her hands and followed Huo Yixiao back.

The sun was not out, and the fog was still tight.

It was probably Wen Yan who was talking to Mother Hu on the side about teaching her this and that, Huo Yixiao felt that it was not as dull as when she came.

Pushing open the door, Huo Yixiao saw Huo Yixuan sitting at the table bored.

Huo Yixuan took a deep breath: "Incense! What did Miss Wen do? ”

Huo Yixiao pulled out a chair and sat down, swept his eyes, and said, "Why are you still here?" ”

Huo Yixuan touched the tip of his nose.

This guy thought he was in the way, and the disgust that he had only put into his eyes before turned into words bluntly.

"Do you have my share?" Huo Yixuan just didn't hear it, and turned his head to ask Wen Yan.

Wen Yan and the old lady set the table and said: "The rice balls and fried skins are prepared for the uncle, and the old lady will send them over in a while." ”

Huo Yixuan was satisfied, blinked at Huo Yixiao, and went out happily.

Wen Yan left his share and Huo Yixiao's share, and handed over the rest to the old lady to arrange.

There were only two people left in the room, and she pushed a bowl of rice balls to Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao noticed that Wen Yan's fingers were a little red, and he asked, "How did you get it?" ”

"I rubbed the stuffing all afternoon yesterday, and I made rice balls this morning," Wen Yan replied casually, "It will be fine in a while." ”

The lard is not easy to rub, and you need to be patient to rub out the fascia and discard it to make the filling delicate.

Huo Yixiao pursed his lips and said, "Should I praise you for your diligence, or should I say that you have nothing to do?" The cook lady of the Hou Mansion is so good at making breakfast, what else do you do? ”

"What the cook made and what I made, how is it the same?" Wen Yan said, "Xiao Ye has helped so much, I'll just make a rice ball." ”

Huo Yixiao snorted: "A pack of small hundred." ”

Wen Yan ate a fried skin and sighed: "I have made it in previous years, and my grandfather likes to eat it the most."

Every year, I will pack a lot, in addition to my grandfather's, but also my parents' and my aunt's.

But they're gone, and the people I wanted to be for them to eat aren'......"

Huo Yixiao's hand holding the spoon paused, and said, "What about your grandmother?" ”

"Grandmother is healthy, taste up to two during the festival," Wen Yan raised his eyes to look at Huo Yixiao, and said, "Look, Xiaoye, you like to eat, I like to make it for you to eat......"

Huo Yixiao didn't answer Wen Yan's words, pinched the skin, and bit it.

Crispy, soft and glutinous, but not sweet.

He looked at it in confusion, and it was white inside, and there was not a trace of black in sight.

"Leaking stuffing?"

Wen Yanwaner: "That's it, Mother Hu said, there is no stuffing and white sugar." ”

Huo Yixiao dipped it as he said, chewing it while thinking, heartless, heartless rice balls, heartless little fox.