As soon as he entered Xihua Hutong, Hei Tan'er rushed straight to the stone bridge and looked at its big red carp with all his attention.

Wen Yan fell behind it.

At this time, Huo Yixiao was still in the yamen, and naturally there was no one in the house.

Wen Yan took the old lady down the wine cellar.

Along the way, the initial eagerness to ask for an answer at once eased.

It's not that I don't want to know the answer anymore, but I can think about the current situation in more detail.

It's like drinking.

A sip of stuffy fast wine has its refreshing and neat taste, but slowly sipping, savoring, a pot of warm water for an hour, the aftertaste aroma between the lips and teeth, is another artistic conception.

Wen Yan counted the wine in the cellar, and said to the old lady: "These can be continued, but the capital is early in autumn, and the osmanthus flowers bloom early, go to the Xiangyuan Temple in a few days, and gather some osmanthus to make wine......

The old lady followed to the side, bending her eyes and giggling.

Wen Yan didn't know where there was anything funny about this topic, so he glanced at her and asked the old lady with his eyes.

The old lady said crisply: "The old lady asked the girl to prepare, it is to prepare embroidered wedding dresses and wedding gifts, but not to let you prepare wine." ”

Saying this, Wen Yan couldn't help laughing.

The knuckles lightly tapped on the forehead of the old lady, and Wen Yan said: "The old lady also asked me to stay at home, don't run around if you have nothing to do." ”

But didn't she just go in her left ear and out her right ear immediately, and then she turned around and ran to Xihua Hutong?

Of course, she came here because of something.

Having said that, it was absolutely impossible to make Wen Yan obediently listen to the old lady's words.

In autumn, the days get shorter.

When she came out of the cellar, she lit the lamp.

The house generally does not open fire, but only arranges a rough sprinkler sweeper, a water-boiling woman, and a gardener who tidies the garden.

As Huo Yixiao said in Changning Palace, they all abide by their duties and do not show up in front of their masters.

If you don't take the initiative to find them, it's like no one else in this house.

"Warm a pot of wine, and then cook a bowl of Pian Erchuan," Wen Yan said with a smile, "The weather is slowly cooling down, so I want to drink a bowl of hot." ”

The old lady nodded busily.

Wen Yan went to the kitchen.

When the woman who boiled the water saw her, she was very embarrassed.

It's not that there is anything in this mansion that can't be moved, but that the daughter girl of the Hou Mansion bumps into it when she cooks and can't explain it.

Wen Yan said: "It's not the first time I've cooked, when Xiao Ye was in Lin'an last year, I cooked and fried it, and the dim sum I made, Huo Dagongzi said it was delicious." ”

The mother-in-law hurriedly praised a few words and gave way to the place.

Wen Yan's cooking skills are mostly good at glutinous rice balls, and with a few dim sum, she won't cook "dishes" seriously.

That is, a staple food like Kataerchuan who does not pay attention to craftsmanship, she learned seven or eight points from Mama Wu.

Because she loves this bite.

The ingredients used in Kataerchuan are also simple, except for noodles, pickles, shredded meat, and bamboo shoots.

There is a jar of pickles in this house, which is made by the mother-in-law herself, which is somewhat different from the taste of pickles made by Lin'an people.

At this time, I will go back to Yanzi Hutong to pick it up, and it will always be troublesome to go back and forth.

Wen Yan took some chopsticks and tasted them: "It's quite palatable, just use this." ”

The old lady is full of energy, kneading the dough with her hands, her face is bare, her hands are also bare, and she cuts it after rolling it open, and she is smooth and tough.

After marinating the shredded meat at the warm banquet, fry it in the pot until it changes color slightly, quickly put it out, pour the bamboo shoots and pickled vegetables down, take the remaining oil and fry it slightly, add water to it and boil.

The old lady compared the time, and on the other stove, the noodles had been half-cooked in water, and they were taken out and moistened with cold water.

Wen Yan waited for the water in his pot to boil, put the half-cooked noodles into it, and then put the meat slices.

The mother-in-law sniffed and said, "It's really fragrant, it's just clear water, and it can be cooked so fragrant without broth." ”

This fragrance is not as rich and mellow as when the stock is stewed, but it is full of the fragrance of pickles and bamboo shoots.

It turns out that the big families of the high family, in addition to the delicacies of the mountains and seas, will also like such a home-cooked taste.

The noodles are served, the soup is poured over and a few drops of sesame oil are poured at the end.

The old lady pursed her lips: "The worms in the stomach are hungry." ”

Wen Yan Wan'er.

The old lady held the food plate and sent the two bowls of noodles to the Mandarin Duck Hall.

The master and servant were about to sit down and drink hot soup, when suddenly, there was movement in front of them.

Wen Yan went out to take a look, it was Huo Yixiao who came back.

On both sides, there was a hint of stunnedness.

Wen Yan didn't expect Huo Yixiao to come back so early.

Of course, now is the time when the yamen is dispersed, but since they went to the sixth department, they have stayed late almost every day, and Huo Yixiao even used it with Zhu Huan for dinner.

Therefore, although she asked the old lady to knead more noodles, she only cooked two bowls.

The old lady was clever, greeted Huo Yixiao, and bit Wen Yan's ear: "The girl and Xiao Ye can use it together, the slave and maid go to the kitchen to cook two more bowls, and the hidden thunder is probably useless." ”

After saying that, the old lady ran away.

The most time-consuming thing to make Katagawa is kneading the dough, and now the noodles are ready-made, and there are pickles left, so it is easy to cook two bowls.

Huo Yixiao entered the flower hall and glanced at the hot Pian Erchuan.

The heat is thick and the aroma is tangy.

He suddenly remembered what he had said to Concubine Huo today.

When he came back, a bright lamp, a bowl of hot noodles, and then such a person and a cat, made his whole body relax.

Wen Yan sat down, and when Huo Yixiao wiped her hands, she handed over the chopsticks: "Xiao Ye is in a hurry, and it was just cooked." ”

"You cooked it?" Huo Yixiao raised his eyes and asked.

"The pickles are prepared in the kitchen, and the noodles are kneaded by the old lady, so I don't dare to take much credit, but I really cooked it," Wen Yan laughed, "It's definitely not as good as the taste you ate in Lin'an before, but it tastes hot." ”

Huo Yixiao chuckled.

He remembered that when he was in Lin'an, Xuan Zai was holding a big bowl of Pian Erchuan and was very happy.

It was also noodle soup, probably because it was cold at that time, and it was particularly delicious to drink the soup.

Huo Yixiao also picked up the bowl, blew it, and took a sip.

It's hot, it's not hot, but it's down the throat, and the whole person is in place.

Wen Yan also took a sip and said with a smile: "Next time, I'll bring pickles from Yanzi Hutong, and the taste will be corrected." ”

Huo Yixiao said: "You are still picky." ”

Wen Yan said again: "Who called this a rare Lin'an dish that I can do and think about such a thing?" Don't pay more attention. ”

He actually doesn't remember what the Kataerchuan ate in Lin'an last year tasted like, but only remembered the picture and artistic conception at that time.

Now, the taste of this bowl of Wenyan is overlapping with that time, and it suddenly becomes fresh and profound.

Now, the taste of this bowl of Wenyan is overlapping with that time, and it suddenly becomes fresh and profound.