Annoying! I don't know if it's a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter or spicy!

He coughed violently.

Seeing this, Li Fangfujin was also anxious, and quickly stood up and ordered the maidservant to pour tea for the fourth elder brother.

The fourth elder brother drank a lot of tea in one go, and only then did he suppress the strange taste in his mouth.

Seeing that Li Fangfujin handed over the handkerchief uneasily, with a white face, he stood on the spot and leaned on the corner of the table, muttering and pleading: "The concubine thinks that the fourth master likes this ......"

As she spoke, her voice became quieter and quieter, and her tone became more and more reluctant.

The fourth elder brother raised his hand to let her get up, frowned and stared at her for a moment, and shook his head: "You have a body now, it is serious to take care of it, don't be picked up by the people below, toss all day long!" ”

As soon as he said this, his eyes slipped through the room.

Li is sometimes a little stupid, a little willful, and a little overbearing.

But she also has her heart, her pride.

She has her own energy.

If it weren't for the minions below, she might not have been able to do this kind of thing.

When Shu Lei heard the words of the fourth elder brother, she was embarrassed and afraid, her face was flushed, and she immediately hung her head.

Coming out of Li Fangfujin's house, the fourth elder brother's mouth smelled of dark cuisine, lingering.

Although Fang had already pressed it with the tea and rinsed his mouth, the sauce had a great aftertaste, and it only faintly emanated between his lips and teeth.

He had wanted to go straight back to the study in the front yard.

Su Peisheng followed behind, and saw the side of the rockery, the fourth elder brother's feet folded, and suddenly he didn't go back in the direction of the front yard, but strode towards Ninggege's new courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the moonlight is like snow.

The little wonton scurried around the yard, chasing after a cricket, scaring the cricket so much that it ran for its life.

The little wontons followed all over the ground.

In the stove room, Ting'er was beating Ning Ying.

Ning Ying was concentrating and was making maple chicken wings.

This is also a specialty work before her crossing, often used as a supper, which she has explored and improved by herself, and has tried several times, with a failure rate of almost zero.

The chicken wings are brought back from the dining room, soaked in water for half an hour, and after being taken out, the middle is cut open with the tip of a knife - not only is it easy to absorb the flavor when marinated for a while, but it is also easy to spit out the bones when eating.

Then add cooking wine, salt, black pepper, and a little light soy sauce, stir well, and marinate for a while.

Wait until the marinade is done, add a small amount of oil and sprinkle a little cornstarch to make the final taste a little drier.

Then Ning Ying took out the maple syrup in the cooking space.

Maple syrup, made from the sap of the sugar maple tree, is as sweet as honey, has a unique flavor, and has a special herbaceous fragrance.

Actually, honey chicken wings are a bit similar to this one.

Ning Ying had also tried to use honey instead of maple syrup before - but maple syrup was sweeter than honey, and the chicken wings made were bright in color and had a better coloring effect.

The hot oil in the pot was up, and seeing that the oil was bursting out of small bubbles little by little, it was about to smoke, and the heat had reached six or seven points, Ning Ying began to push the chicken wings down one by one with a spatula.

She only pushed halfway before stopping, and carefully arranged the chicken wings in the pan with a spatula: the side of the chicken wing skin should be facing down, neatly arranged.

The other half of the chicken wings, she plans to make them into a tender and juicy garlic flavor, and a maple garlic double flavor.

After waiting for a while, Ning Ying carefully turned the chicken wings with a spatula to let the other side continue to fry, and instructed Ting'er to start chopping the finely minced garlic, cutting the green and red peppers, and adding them to another bowl of chicken wings to be used next to her.

Watching the chicken wings in the pot slowly change color, Ning Ying controlled the spatula with one hand and added soy sauce and salt in an orderly manner with the other.

"Hot water." She stared at the chicken wings in the pot and said.

Ting'er immediately poured a large bowl of hot water for her.

Ning Ying slowly poured hot water down the edge of the pot.

The amount of water is also important, and the most important point is to ensure that the water level does not overflow the chicken wings, otherwise the taste will be light.

Seeing that it was almost over, Ning Ying closed the lid of the pot, observed the fire again, and told Ting'er to guard by the side and simmer a stick of incense.

She took advantage of this time to turn around and add an appropriate amount of cornstarch to the bowl of garlic chicken wings that was marinating next to her without any panic.

In the stove room, the water vapor was swirling, and Ting'er was like a little gluttonous cat, waiting eagerly beside her.

Seeing that the time was up, Ting'er immediately used a steaming cloth to separate the heat, lifted the lid of the pot, and then shouted: "Gege, take a look—isn't it almost?" ”

Ning Ying came over to take a look: the charred and burnt chicken wings in the pot were bubbling with an attractive aroma, and they had already begun to collect the juice.

She instructed Ting'er to make the fire bigger, and then began to pour sweet maple syrup, and when she saw that the chicken wings were getting thicker and thicker, it was almost time to start the pot.

The maple chicken wings on the plate are bright in color, and they are topped with a little mint leaf and a little tender green dotted with them, which is very beautiful.

Ning Ying asked Ting'er to make another pot, and soon made the garlic chicken wings - the garlic is rich, tender and juicy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the golden chicken wings are full of burnt fragrance.

The fourth elder brother also stepped into Ning Ying's courtyard at this time.

In the courtyard, when Xiao Lianzi saw the fourth elder brother coming, he hurriedly knelt down, threw his sleeves to say goodbye, and just wanted to turn his head to report to Gege, he saw that Gege had come out of the stove room with a big plate in his own hand.

Seeing the fourth elder brother, Ning Ying didn't have time to put down the plate, and held the chicken wings to greet the fourth elder brother first.

The aroma wafted up.

Yin Zhen lowered his eyes downward, and subconsciously glanced at the plate in Ning Ying's hand - it was really a good time for her to come by herself!

Ning Ying saw that he pursed the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and then looked away, as if nothing happened, there was still a light cloud between his clear eyebrows.

Ning Ying: Hold it! I can't laugh!

She raised her head and said sincerely: "Fourth master, this is a maple syrup and garlic double chicken wings made by the concubine, both flavors - both have just come out of the pot!" ”

Yinzhen: Isn't she inviting me?

He was used to being indifferent, he furrowed his brows, and before he could say anything, Ning Ying stepped forward and softly hooked a finger at him.

Only hooked for a moment, as if she didn't dare to be too presumptuous, she let go again, only put her little hand behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him with half-raised eyes, full of expectation: "...... The fourth master accompanies the concubine to use a little, okay? ”

After a while, the fourth elder brother teased his eyelids with a serious face and nodded slightly.

Ning Ying's eyes lit up, and her eyebrows immediately narrowed into crescent moons.

……

Inside, the maple chicken wings glow seductively in the light.

The scent quickly spread.

The little wontons came from the yard following the scent, their little claws hugging the table legs, staring at their dark eyes, trying to look up.