In front of the Chen family, Lin Zhenniang just said yes, turned her head, and glared at Lin Jing with her eyes, "You traitor!" Traitors! ”

Lin Jing blinked and pondered what the work of a traitor was, and Lin Zhenniang wiped herself and went to the kitchen.

The Lin family did not invite a cook, nor did they have a girl. On weekdays, cooking rice or something is mostly done by Chen and Ruyu. It's just that since Father Lin died, Ruyu, who has always liked to cook, always said that she was uncomfortable, and she refused to do things for nine out of ten days. Chen is not a person who likes to argue, so he recuperated with her.

Since Lin Zhenniang woke up, she has been doing most of the things in this kitchen. In addition to caring that Chen doesn't want her to be tired, half of it is because she really likes the kitchen. Although compared to the modern kitchen that is clean and tidy and does not have much soot, the kitchen of the Lin family is too old. But smelling the smell of rice, smelling the oil, even if she was choked by the smoke, she still felt peaceful, as if she was not too far from her previous life.

Knowing the eating habits of the Lin family, Lin Zhenniang didn't dare to do it too obviously, these days it's nothing more than cooking wheat rice, stewing vegetables with sauce or something. Today, it was under the pretext of Chen's cough that he said that he had made sweet water for Chen's lungs.

The pears I just bought were cut into thin slices, soaked in the leftover white fungus at home and torn into small pieces, replaced the stew pot with a tea cup, and sat in the pot to steam. Lin Zhenniang turned around and made another dish - honey mille-feuille cake.

Honey nourishes, moisturizes, detoxifies, and also has a certain effect on cough.

I bought flour at the market today. Although it is said to be fine flour, the finely ground flour is still coarser than the modern fine flour. Lin Zhenniang used the finest sieve to sift it twice, although she still felt a little coarse, but she could only use it first.

The flour was sifted and set aside, and she beat the eggs, separating the whites from the yolks and dividing them. The egg white should be beaten with white sugar, but unfortunately the sugar bought now is not granulated sugar, but a piece of starch syrup, made of malt, not the current sugarcane white sugar, so this process should add the item of crushing the starch sugar.

Although there is no whisk, Lin Zhenniang is as skilled as chopsticks, holding the bowl in her left hand and chopsticks in her right hand, her hands seem to have no big movements, but the chopsticks have been stirring quickly in the same direction. In the middle, put the starched starch into the egg whites three times, beat the egg whites until they are foamy, and look like a ball of foam, before putting down your hand. Similarly, the egg yolk should also be whipped, but in the egg yolk, honey is added instead of starch syrup.

When the egg yolk is beaten, the volume is swollen, and the color is light, add a little oil - Dingtao here, all eat peanut oil. This is similar to that of modern times. Similarly, regardless of ancient and modern, different places eat different vegetable oils, I heard that Liaodong Province is to eat soybean oil, Jiannan Province to eat vegetable oil.

After the egg yolk and egg white are stirred, they should be mixed together and stirred evenly from the bottom, then poured in the flour and mixed again into a batter.

In this way, the preparation is completed. However, these days, there are no ovens. On the street before, Lin Zhenniang saw a bake cake, and the one that baked the cake was completely different from a modern oven. However, she was inspired by that and thought of a way to replace it.

Although there is no oven, to be serious, baking a cake is similar to baking a drink, and she should be able to do it with a pan now.

In modern times, the frying pan that was carried forward by a wolf is not a foreign product, but at this time it is not called a pan, but a bell, and generally speaking, it is a pan, that is, it is used for pancakes. That's how modern electric baking pans come from.

Today's frying pans are not held with spoon handles, but with iron products with two ears on them.

Sitting on the pan on the small stove, the fire was lit, and seeing that the temperature was almost up, Lin Zhenniang scooped the batter with a spoon and poured it on the pan. The temperature was so high that as soon as the batter was poured, she had to keep up with the movements of her hands so that the cake could be shaped the way she wanted.

Instead of using a spatula, a thin spatula made directly from iron sheets was more convenient than using a spatula, and pancakes were sold on the street in the old days......

Lin Zhenniang's eyes flashed, although the movements in her hands did not stop. But my mind kept spinning. In her previous life, she didn't eat Shandong pancakes, but now she really doesn't seem to see anyone selling this. Xu is that no one has made this pancake in the Song Dynasty? If so, she might as well consider the pancake business.

In later generations, Shandong pancakes can be famous all over the country, not to mention that it has fully proved its charm, not to mention that she is still in the original Shandong.

To say that this Shandong pancake, although she ate roadside stalls in her previous life, it may not be much authentic, and the taste is not average, but it is cheap and can satisfy hunger, and the cost should not be large, but it is the best way to make a living for a person like her who has no capital and thinks about what she can do.

Thinking in her heart, the more Lin Zhenniang thought about it, the more beautiful she became, and even the work she was doing now felt much lighter. He even hummed a song unconsciously in his mouth......

"What are you singing?"

The sudden sound startled Lin Zhenniang. Turning his head, he realized that it was Lin Jing leaning against the door, looking in through the door. Usually, Ruyu always said that "a gentleman is far away from cooking", and never let Lin Jing get close to the kitchen. Therefore, Lin Zhenniang was defenseless at all. Just like that, she completely relaxed in the kitchen alone.

After Lin Jing asked that sentence out loud, she realized that she was unconsciously humming Dong Chou's song "Thousands of Miles Away". Although it is Chinese style, such a song in the Song Dynasty is nothing more than a small song of the Lower Riba people.

Swallowing her saliva, she deliberately turned her head not to look at Lin Jing, but asked in a muffled voice, "What are you doing in the kitchen?" ”

Lin Jing paused for a long time, and saw that Lin Zhenniang didn't mean to answer his question at all, so she said curtly: "That, why is the traitor?" ”

This mouth is cheap!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhenniang pinched the thin shovel in her hand, turned her head suddenly, glared at Lin Jing menacingly, and snorted: "I'm talking about a bad boy like you who betrays your relatives and friends!" ”

Lin Jing's mouth trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything in the end, and turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Lin Zhenniang breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the thin back, there was an indescribable awkwardness in her heart: That kid, he won't hide somewhere to cry, right?

The batter is baked into slices of uniform thickness, cut into rectangles of equal size, and smeared with bees to stick the slices together. Although it can't really be a thousand layers, it is enough to have ten layers.

After preparing the snacks and filling the white fungus pear syrup, Lin Zhenniang went straight out of the kitchen, paused in the courtyard, and went into the upper room.

After sweeping his eyes, before he saw Chen, he first saw Lin Jing sitting at the table outside reading a book. I had heard footsteps a long time ago, but Lin Jing didn't raise her head, just glanced at her secretly when Lin Zhenniang smiled and called "mother".

Although she knew that Lin Jing was peeking at her, Lin Zhenniang didn't speak, just greeted Chen with a smile, "Mother, come and try the dim sum I made, there is nothing to sell elsewhere!" Snatching the half-embroidered Buddhist scriptures from Chen's hand, she said angrily: "Mother, you are not feeling well these days, what are you doing so hard?" After embroidering until the middle of the night, the cough will get worse again. ”

"It's not hard," Chen said with a smile at first, and then said after a pause: "Okay, I'll embroider some Buddhist scriptures and take them to Qiji Temple, and Master Lianshi will also chant a few sutras for your father......"

Although Lin Zhenniang knew about this, but listening to Chen's flat but difficult to hide a trace of sadness at this time, she couldn't help but feel a little unspeakably sad, "I know that my mother is thinking about my father, but if my father is here, I won't let my mother work so hard." ”

Since ancient times, infatuated women have been negative, even if they have been negative, but in Chen's heart, they still care most about their deceased husband, unlike the person in the wing room - it seems that something is wrong! Although Father Lin accepted a concubine, it was after thirty years without children, and it seems that in Lin Zhenniang's memory, Father Lin has always been very good to his wife......

Shaking her head, she has been thinking in the afterlife's thinking mode, but the remaining memories tell her that Father Lin is actually a very good man in this era. The two ways of thinking made Lin Zhenniang a little confused, but these didn't seem to be the things she should be thinking about now.

"Brother Jing, come over for a snack."

Hearing Chen's voice, Lin Zhenniang didn't say anything. There were two small plates in the tray, each with two pieces of mille-feuille cake and two cups of white fungus and pear soup. Chen pushed one of them in front of Lin Jing, and called Lin Zhenniang to come over, only took a piece of mille-feuille cake, and pushed the plate in front of her.

"Mother, I just ate. Don't worry, there's more! I'll send another one to Dongbo in a moment. ”

Lin Jing, who was biting on the mille-feuille cake, raised her head, paused in the action of chewing, but did not say anything. It's just that after eating one piece, he didn't eat another piece as usual, but said in a low voice: "Mother, can I take the dim sum back to the room and eat it later?" ”

The corners of Lin Zhenniang's mouth raised, but she didn't raise her eyes.

Chen nodded and said lightly: "Then you go back first!" Remember to write your homework twice after a while, and you will have to take the test tomorrow. ”

Lin Jing responded, holding the book, holding the plate in one hand and the teacup in the other, quite embarrassed. Lin Zhenniang stared at him, but didn't say anything about handing over the tray.

Chen opened his mouth, but he didn't call Lin Jing in the end, but just gently pushed Lin Zhenniang, "You kid, don't you see it?" ”

"See what?" Lin Zhenniang snorted, "He wants to be filial to his own mother, and he would rather not eat it himself than bring it back to her, do I still have to stop it?" Pursed the corners of his lips, "No matter how stingy I am, I won't shorten her in one bite of food - mother, don't stare at me again, I mean it." I gave a portion of that snack to my aunt......"

However, if it was placed outside the closed door, she didn't care if the cats and dogs that came in or the birds pecked at them. Who told Ruyu to close the door, and if she did, she shouldn't have called?

Chen looked at the corners of her upturned mouth, and guessed that her daughter must have something to say, but she didn't ask anymore, pulled her to sit down, and was about to speak, but heard Dongbo's voice:

"Lady, there is a visitor......

Guest?! At this time, who will it be?!

Chen stood up, brushed his hair hurriedly, and looked back at Lin Zhenniang, half inquiring and half confused.