Wen Yan re-brewed tea.

When Huo Yixiao pushed the empty teacup over, his fingertips touched Wen Yan's fingertips.

Cold.

Huo Yixiao frowned and looked left and right.

There was a charcoal basin in the corner, and it was also burning at this time.

Huo Yixiao was afraid of the heat, and the two of them had been talking just now, so he didn't realize that the charcoal basin in this room was not enough.

Wen Yan is too cold.

Even if Xing's mother knew her condition, there were already more in the house, but for Wen Yan, it still didn't seem to be enough.

"I'll have two more charcoal pots added." Huo Yixiao said.

Wen Yan looked down at his hands, suddenly froze, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's not that cold." You're looking for someone right now, and they don't know where to hide. ”

Huo Yixiao raised his eyebrows.

Avoided?

When he reacted, he paused.

Yes, other families may leave people outside, and if the masters have anything to do, they won't be unable to find anyone, but he and Wen Yan both like to be quiet, Xing's mother knows his temperament, and so does Sui Niang and Huang Mama, the two of them don't even need anyone else to eat, just Wen Yan uses one side and one side of the cloth.

At this time, how can there be maid mothers not far away?

Then again, who's happy day, like the two of them, sat down and talked for so long.

You can't go out and look for people at this moment, just to add two charcoal basins......

Wen Yan saw Huo Yixiao sit down again, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm actually not as afraid of the cold as last year, Imperial Doctor Ji's conditioning is very effective, and now my hands are cold, I haven't eaten a mouthful of hot food all day today." ”

Hot food and hot rice are the foundation of the body's warmth.

A few sips of hot tea, the effect is far from enough.

Hand stoves and charcoal basins are only external causes, not cure.

In fact, Huo Yixiao is the same.

At the table just now, you still have to drink the wine that should be drunk.

The guests he invited in the next post, everyone will have a mind, raise a glass and touch it, even if it is thoughtful.

And Zhu Mao and them, Huo Yixiao also drank a few cups, and ate two mouthfuls of food at random.

No matter what kind of guests are at this kind of banquet, it is impossible for the main family to eat and drink enough, otherwise, he would not have returned to the main house, and filled his stomach with the snacks of the warm feast.

"As soon as you say it, I want to eat hot too." Huo Yixiao said.

The pot is also OK, and the piece of Chuan can also be used, and the hot lower belly can warm up a lot.

It's not too late at this time, Wen Yan made a quick decision and decided to go around the kitchen.

The two wrapped themselves in snow coats and went out of the house together.

The wind was strong, Huo Yixiao blocked Wen Yan, and as a result, as soon as he got out of the yard, he saw Xing's mother who came out of nowhere on the way.

Mother Xing looked at the two of them speechlessly: "Xiao Ye, Mrs., you are ......"

"If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and find something hot." Huo Yixiao said.

Mother Xing's brows were full of wrinkles, and she had a headache even more than when she fought wits and courage with Wen Yan back then.

Whose bride and groom, on the night of the cave house, can run around without staying in the house?

Or go to the kitchen to find food.

Can't you inform their subordinates and send them over?

Huo Yixiao said again: "The charcoal basin in the house is not hot enough, so my mother asked someone to add two." ”

Xing's mother: "......"

Never mind.

These two masters are not playing cards according to common sense, and she should have been accustomed to it a long time ago.

The young couple is willing to go to the kitchen to get food at this time, so she doesn't care what to do, she still just obeys the instructions.

Xing's mother responded, turned around and went to arrange.

Wen Yan and Huo Yixiao entered the kitchen.

The cook was transferred from Xihua Hutong, and after being surprised, she hurriedly greeted her.

When she heard that the masters wanted to get some hot food, the cook hurriedly said, "You start kneading the dough now, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time." ”

Wen Yan looked left and right, and saw that the cut rice cake was soaked in the basin, she reached out and pinched it.

The water was so cold that it was so cold that it was numb.

The cook said: "Madame's mother's house sent it, saying that you like to eat, let the kitchen prepare some." ”

Wen Yan is clear.

The rice cakes in Lin'an City have a soft taste, and even Mrs. Gui said that they were bored when they ate them.

The most common thing in Ding'an Hou's Mansion is the water mill rice cake in Mingzhou, this kind of rice cake is not easy to rot whether it is fried or boiled, and it is not sticky to the teeth at all, which is very favored by the old lady.

From time to time, Wen Zilan would bring some home from Mingzhou.

Usually it is strip-shaped, and there are fish-shaped ones during the New Year, which is a good omen.

Rice cakes are easy to preserve in winter, and this time An's entered Beijing and brought a lot of them.

And Wen Yan got married, in addition to those dowries, a lot of ingredients were also added to this small kitchen.

"I make a bowl of rice cake soup?" Wen Yan turned around and asked Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao said: "It's good if it's not troublesome." ”

"It's not troublesome," Wen Yan said with a smile, "It's similar to Kata'erchuan, that is, the noodles are replaced with rice cakes." ”

The chef knows the craft of the banquet and does not participate much.

There are ready-made pickles, and the warm banquet cut some shredded meat, stir-fry in the pot, and then add pickles and rice cakes.

Huo Yixiao watched Wen Yan busy.

In the end, it was by the stove, the temperature was much higher, and even if Wen Yan untied his snow coat, it didn't look so cold.

Huo Yixiao thought, there must still be a fire in the main house, the winter in the capital is long, it is cold when it snows, and it is even colder when it snows, and the light charcoal basin is almost meaningless, but this year I was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to repair it properly.

In the summer of the following year, they moved to other courtyards, changed the main courtyard, and added an earth fire dragon, and by this time next year, the fire dragon would burn up, and it would not be cold.

He was thinking that the rice cake soup in the pot was also cooked.

Wen Yan served two bowls, scooped white lard from the porcelain jar, and added a spoonful to each of the two bowls.

The lard is added to the hot soup, which melts instantly, and when you stir it gently, the aroma is overflowing.

A plate was upside down as a lid and put it in the food box, Huo Yixiao carried it carefully, and returned to the main house with Wen Yan.

In the house, Xing's mother had already added another charcoal basin, which was warmer than before.

The two of them sat down at the table, each with a bowl of rice cake soup.

Huo Yixiao tasted it, the rice cake was strong, similar to the method of Pian Erchuan, the ingredients were similar, and it tasted different.

Wen Yan took a sip of the hot soup, and the spoon searched in the bowl to find a piece of rice cake.

When the strip-shaped rice cake is cut, it will have two corners of the rice cake instead of the regular rice cake slices.

"I like to eat this," Wen Yan took a spoon and showed Huo Yixiao, "The chewiness is different." ”

Huo Yixiao glanced at it, lowered his head to look for it in his bowl, found a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Sure enough, the taste is very different.

"Delicious, right?" Wen Yan's eyes were full of smiles, "The third uncle said last time, 'Stir-fried rice cakes with shredded vegetables and pork, Zaojun Bodhisattva stretched out his hand to fish', I will fry it for you next time." ”

The dialect of Mingzhou, Huo Yixiao couldn't understand, and Wen Yan said it again in official language.

He didn't know whether Wen Yan's dialect was accurate, and he wanted to laugh a little when he heard it.

When I want to laugh, I want to eat too.

His last trip to Mingzhou was very hurried, and the food was simple, but he had also heard a saying from the people of Mingzhou.

Rice cakes are high every year.

Huo Yixiao looked at the hot rice cake soup and said "good".