Chapter 67: Eating Malatang

He was no longer the face that was black at the bottom of the pot, it was a rare frivolity, he chuckled, his eyes rolled, and asked her: "I'm old or not, you can try it then." ”

"Boom", Yue Yao's cheeks were crimson, even the roots of his ears were dyed with a faint pink, his eyes were looking around, but he didn't dare to look at Wei Xuanmo again. Her lips opened slightly, wanting to say something to dissipate the embarrassment and shyness, but she couldn't make a sound, which was extremely interesting.

Exaggerated laughter erupted from all around.

Yue Yao couldn't break free, and rubbed his oil-stained hands on Wei Xuanmo's clothes, so that he was no longer restrained. She glared at the old butler shyly and embarrassed, and the old butler was stunned for a moment and then raised her lips and laughed, she was finally invincible, so she simply ran away.

Wei Xuanmo lowered his eyelids to look at the spots on his chest, frowning and amused, and the stumbling figure in the distance made him smile completely.

Soon after Yue Yao left, Antuya also got the news to visit Wei Xuanmo in the palace.

"Wei Xuanmo, this is our antipyretic patch from the Western Regions, maybe it will be useful to you." As soon as Antuya entered the dining room, she saw the maid cleaning up the dining table, and Wei Xuanmo stood in a daze, thoughtful, not knowing what she thought of, and suddenly laughed.

Wei Xuanmo raised his head when he heard the voice, instantly lost his expression, nodded and thanked: "I'm tired." ”

Antuya's heart sank, but her expression remained unchanged, and she said with concern: "I heard that you have a cold and fever, are you feeling better now?" ”

"Thank you princess for your concern, it's much better." Wei Xuanmo's expression was faint, and he didn't want to say more.

He couldn't help but think badly, how could Antuya know so clearly about the affairs in the palace, could it be that there were spies in the palace?

"Be careful later." His attitude was extremely cold, and Antuya couldn't spit out a word now, even if she had more words.

Antuya was concerned and considerate, and the three sentences that entered the door did not leave the inquiry and care for his condition, Wei Xuanmo was very grateful, and he was also a little ashamed of his random speculation just now.

Yue Yao boiled a pot of soup early in the morning, and he was also very considerate, who would have thought that it was really a pig's brain, so angry that he was still stuffy in his chest when he thought about it. However, looking at the caring and quiet face in front of him, Wei Xuanmo always naturally remembered Yue Yao's cute ghost appearance with teeth and claws.

It's winter, and you have to eat warm food in winter to warm your body and heart.

Although he was embarrassed and embarrassed that day, even Yue Yao, the old driver, couldn't help but be ashamed. Well, she's still ashamed of herself when she drives with a real driver. made a joke, and the two eased up a lot, so Yue Yao's mood has been very rippling in recent days.

The rippling mood was fluttering, and a stall was set up in front of the restaurant to make Malatang.

Malatang is still very novel in ancient times, and there is a reputation for the spring breeze proud building, so as soon as it opens, there is a long queue in front of the stall.

Malatang originated in Leshan, Sichuan, and I heard that hot pot was originally improved from it. When she was in college, Yueyao had a roommate's hometown in Leshan, and she had been to play, and she was deeply impressed by the authentic Malatang there, and the aftertaste was endless.

The essence of Malatang lies in the soup stock, Yueyao used the old soup that had been placed for more than seven days, wrapped in a cloth with homemade seasonings and spices such as onions, ginger, garlic, star anise, peppercorns, etc., and immersed in it, which looked delicate and dripping, and the soup base that smelled strong and fragrant became. The rest of the production process is very simple, green vegetables and fish, whether meat and vegetables, whether irrelevant or not, can be skewered on thin skewers and put into the soup pot to cook.

There was a big vat in the stall, which was filled with most of the soup, and when it boiled, it was really fragrant.

A simple stall set up a large vat, set up a wooden table with various ingredients, and set up a few tables and benches. The visitors first choose any ingredients they want to eat, give them to the people who guard the stalls, put them in a pot and mix them until they are seven or eight medium-cooked, then take the minced garlic and ginger, sprinkle a little sesame seeds on top, and a bowl of fine food with good color and aroma is made, which is simply appetizing.

The variety of ingredients is put together, and at first the visitors are a little unbelievable, but after tasting it, their mouths open in surprise. All kinds of ingredients slowly merge and penetrate each other, regardless of each other, you have me, I have you, covering up the fishy smell of meat, adding the spicy taste of vegetarian dishes, and finally becoming numb, spicy, fresh, and refreshing delicious, these irrelevant ingredients, but constitute a whole, pouring into the stomachs and hearts of diners.

There is an endless stream of people who come to eat this spicy hot, and the little two who guard the stall are almost too busy. Fortunately, it was not a meal at the moment, and Yue Yao called someone else to help.

Malatang is a special snack, so there are many people who come and go because of the new ones, and there are many repeat customers. There are almost no taboos for making Malatang's ingredients, anything can be done, Yue Yao rechecked the existing ingredients again, for fear of missing something.

I am most afraid that there are many and miscellaneous ingredients, there are all kinds of strange things in the world, and not all the foods are known to Yue Yao, so she can only try to avoid risks.

Today's fifth day of the Lunar New Year is the market day, and the crowd is endless. The stall was finally a little more idle, and Yue Yao carried a stool and sat on the corner of the street to observe the passers-by who were busy left and right or walking leisurely.

There is a barbecue stall next to it, and the business is quite good. The sound of the smouldering sound on the grill, the fish was already golden and crispy, and the oncoming aroma also wafted over, and Yue Yao's throat couldn't help but move.

The side face suddenly saw that her little two were arguing with someone, Yue Yao was startled, and immediately ran over, the people around her were noisy, and she didn't know what was going on, so she had to shout loudly: "Folks, be quiet, be quiet, tell what happened, and we will solve it together." ”

The woman who made the most trouble saw that Yue Yao was coming, and the person who looked like Xiao Er was cowering, and stepped aside, thinking that she was a person in charge, so she yelled at her: "You stalls eat the dead, do you know!" ”

Yue Yao was stunned, how could Malatang eat dead people? Seeing that the spicy woman bared her teeth and was extremely arrogant, Yue Yao immediately retorted: "This eldest sister, you have to talk about evidence, why do you say that I eat the dead?" So many people have eaten it, and they are all good, this kind of thing can't be said casually. If you slander me, you have to report it to the government. ”

The woman suddenly hesitated, and was no longer as imposing as just now, but still said: "After my father-in-law ate Malatang at your place, he vomited after walking only a few miles, and then fainted. Tell me yourself, who are you looking for if you don't look for you? ”

It seems that this is the truth.

Yue Yao was unexpected, how could he faint?