Wen Yan prepared the sesame lard filling with his own hands.

The black sesame seeds were freshly fried in the kitchen, and when she thought of the puff and the sugar, she took the medicinal pestle used to pound it carefully and meticulously, smashed it thoroughly, and then added Mama Hu's lard to it, and kneaded it repeatedly until it was delicate.

Mama Hu smelled the aroma of the stuffing and asked softly, "Third girl, there is a lot of sugar, will it be too sweet?" They northerners, they don't like such sweetness, do they? ”

"It's okay, he's sweet." Wen Yan replied.

Huo Yixiao likes sweetness, which Wen Yan observed in his previous life.

Even, Huo Yixiao ate sweeter than Wen Yan.

It's just that Huo Yixiao won't say these preferences explicitly, not that he doesn't feel that he is sweet enough and is afraid of making people laugh, but that he has spent a long time in intrigues, and he will not take the initiative to express his likes and dislikes.

Salty, spicy, or light, he also uses the same food, no different from when eating sweet.

That is, Wen Yan patiently pondered his mind and understood his temperament, and only then did he get a glimpse of the difference.

Therefore, the last time, Wen Yan sent breakfast to the post house, and most of the food boxes were sweet.

When Mama Hu heard this, her face was full of smiles.

The three girls are reliable, and the preferences of that Huo Gongzi can be found clearly.

Also, the person you like, you can't take it to heart!

It's cold outside, and the kneaded stuffing can be frozen after a while.

The old lady took the stuffing and went out, and when she looked up, she saw a little maid who was following Lao Qi's daughter-in-law step in.

"Come to Mama Hu?" The old lady smiled and asked, "Where is the second lady looking for her?" ”

The little maid shook her head and said, "I'm here to deliver something to Mother Hu." ”

Mama Hu came out when she heard the voice, took a small white porcelain box from the little maid's hand, turned around and returned to the second room.

"The sugar osmanthus made by Lao Qi's daughter-in-law is fresh this year," Mama Hu opened the lid and smelled it for Wen Yan, "fragrant, not greasy, the old lady praises it." ”

Wen Yan burst out laughing: "Mom is really careful, everything is thought out for me." ”

After receiving the praise, Mama Hu was very happy: "I don't know if the girl has ever eaten lard skin in the capital?" ”

"Which one?" Wen Yan asked.

"The name of the people of Mingzhou," Mama Hu explained, "since the girl wants to make rice balls, it is not troublesome at all, the rice balls are boiled and the skin is fried."

The wrapped glutinous rice balls are flattened with the palm of the palm, the oil is hot, and the oil is pressed against the edge of the pot, fried until golden brown, and the oil is drained out.

Same thing, two flavors.

If there is too much water mill flour and the filling is not enough, it is not enough to wrap the filling, only take the dough and flatten it and fry it, and eat it with sugar, which is also a kind of fun.

In our house, the old lady likes light, and she has never fried it on weekdays. ”

Wen Yan listened and felt quite reasonable.

There is also a way to eat fried Lantern Festival in Beijing, but she doesn't like that, and Mrs. Xia likes to cook it alone, so she didn't fry the rice balls.

However, the dumplings are all wrapped, and it is indeed not troublesome to change the method.

"I'll try it tomorrow," Wen Yan said with a smile, "I grew up in the capital since I was a child, and I am not familiar enough with Jiangnan, so my mother will talk to me more in the future?" ”

Mama Hu hurriedly agreed.

The glutinous rice balls have to be eaten fresh, and the skin will crack after a long time.

Wen Yan simply got up early and took all his things to the post house before dawn.

The mother-in-law on the corner gate had just woken up, looked at the stars in the sky, and said, "The girl is so early." ”

Someone explained yesterday that the third girl was going out in the morning, and the mother-in-law sighed and sent someone out.

After Wen Yan arrived at the post house, he went straight to the kitchen.

The cook was busy preparing, and borrowed her place for her to play as she pleased.

Wen Yan Bao Tangyuan has experience, and the action is quick to mix the noodles, knead the medicine, and divide the filling......

Huo Yixuan's personal entourage came to fetch water, and when he raised his eyes and saw Wen Yan, he rubbed his eyes, turned his head and rushed back: "Master, Miss Wen is cooking, and she is in the kitchen of the post house." ”

"......" Huo Yixuan fell asleep and scattered, and ran to the side yard to find Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao was still asleep.

He slept peacefully, his brows furrowed, and he was woken up by Huo Yixuan, sat up, and looked at him impatiently.

Huo Yixuan was speechless: "The girl from the Wen family is here, she is busy in the kitchen, why are you still sleeping?" ”

Huo Yixiao was stunned for a moment, and said in a dumb voice: "Wen Yan is here?" ”

"Here," Huo Yixuan said, "what is she doing in the kitchen?" Shall I come a little later? ”

Huo Yixiao glanced at him, didn't speak, got out of bed, got dressed, tied up his long hair casually, walked over to close the open door panel, and took care of himself to comb himself.

Huo Yixuan looked back at the door panel, and said in his heart, when did Xiao Ye still care about closing the door?

This is the one who loves to open windows in winter.

Wait a minute......

Why is it a little hot in the house?

Huo Yixuan hurriedly looked around, and the charcoal basins in the corner were lit, constantly emitting heat, and it had been lit overnight to see the situation.

No wonder Huo Yixiao can't sleep steadily, it's so hot, it's no wonder he can sleep comfortably!

Sure enough, Wen Yan was called by Huo Yixiao, and he knew that the girl would come early in the morning, so he burned it all night.

I just played dumb with him!

Silly brother!

Do you want to hide this from him?

I just don't know how Wen Yan's craftsmanship is, and he doesn't need breakfast.

Huo Yixiao came out of the clean room, gave Huo Yixuan a look of "why are you still here", and walked out of the house.

In the early morning of winter, the cold wind blows away the warmth on the body.

The fog was thick, the heavens and the earth were shrouded, and even the grass and trees by the wall could not be seen clearly, and the whole person felt a sense of loneliness.

He walked straight in the direction of the kitchen.

The busy voices of the cooks came out, and as they got older, they grew heavier and heavier.

Huo Yixiao stopped by the door.

The lights were brightly lit, and the mist-filled heaven and earth had an exit.

He saw Wen Yan.

She had set up a pot not much bigger than a medicine pot, and the hot water was boiling white, and she crouched on the side, sliding lightly with a spoon.

As if hearing the movement, Wen Yan turned his head to look.

Looking at each other, her eyes were filled with joy, and she bent into a crescent moon and laughed.

Almost instantly, Huo Yixiao remembered Xi Yuandian that year, and Mrs. Xia was the same, regardless of the image, he beckoned him together, an old man and a young man squatted next to the pot, scooping rice balls with a spoon to eat.

It's sweet, it's fragrant, it's hot, and the chill is far away.

As now, the feeling of loneliness has also dissipated in an instant.

The irritability and discomfort of not sleeping well all night have also faded.

All he had to look forward to, he wanted to taste the taste of the rice balls.

"Just in time," Wen Yan took the bowl and scooped one out, "Taste it first?" ”

Huo Yixiao took it.

The white jade-like skin is soft and glutinous, and after biting into it, the filling gushes out, fragrant and sweet.

It's the taste of his memory.

Wen Yan served another bowl, added soup, and sprinkled with a pinch of sugar osmanthus.

In case of hot soup, the aroma of osmanthus is stimulated, not as rich as the autumn tree, and it is elegant and sweet.

Huo Yixiao sniffed it, it was what he liked.