Ren Yan vaguely remembered that his mother mentioned once that his grandfather was a handsome man when he was young, very good at women's science, and also good at nourishing his body with medicinal diets, and his grandmother had cooked medicinal diets at home since she got married to assist her grandfather.

Later, because the governor diagnosed a girl who had not left the cabinet for three months, her grandfather died of depression in prison; My grandmother was widowed and died soon after.

My mother didn't dare to have anything to do with medical skills anymore, so she only worked as a female chef to support a restaurant to survive; It wasn't until she was taken into the small courtyard of Ren's house that she had nothing to do, so she was relieved to teach her skills.

Of course, I have only learned some fur in the past ten years, and a woman like my mother is everyone, and my father is not worthy of her at all.

It's a pity that they are no longer alive, whether there is affection or resentment, there is always a place for them to tell; It's another thing to think that the mother is willing to say it, and whether the father is willing to listen to it.

It's a pity that my mother married from Guangdong to Baoding, and the fallen leaves can't return to the roots, and she scribbled behind her in a strange territory, how sad she thinks.

Ren Yan looked at the west of the city, she missed her mother a little.

When she has stopped working, she should go to sweep the tomb and talk to her; I also have to find an appropriate opportunity to lead Gu Tingwen to worship her, after all, it is her aunt, and I can't say it if I don't see her.

She was full of worries, wandered around the backyard for a long time, and went into the back kitchen with her head drooping.

Senior Brother Yang was picking cinnamon peels on the side of the case, and lifted a dry skin and flicked a finger at her: "Ask someone to urge a tax, dumbfounded?" Before you enter the door, you have to worry about the silver for your own grandfather? ”

Ren Yan annoyed him: "Can you be serious for a while?" And what are you doing, choking the handyman? ”

Senior Brother Yang picked up five or six pieces of cinnamon and threw them into the mill, and the boss reluctantly grinded the flour: "The senior brother under the hands of Uncle Du brought a bag of sand kernels and asked me to clean it up, saying that I was busy when it was time to go, and I turned back to marinate the meat and stew the belly, can I not give a hand?" ”

Ren Yan squinted at him: "The white case is so idle in their eyes, Master He and Master Deng are also willing for them to squeeze us?" And don't you usually know the most things, how can you be such an honest person now? ”

Senior Brother Yang sniffed the aroma of his nose, twisted his face and sneezed, and said with his nose: "Master said, we have to use porridge and snacks here, the family doesn't speak two words, don't you just do a favor, and the people who turn back have to help us, right?" ”

How early or late do you have to wait?

Ren Yan leaned forward to him: "Hey, let me tell you something?" ”

Senior Brother Yang's face was full of vigilance: "The master is not here, don't be a demon, I can't protect you when I turn back!" ”

Ren Yan smiled: "What are you thinking about, you can't get along with grinding cinnamon powder here." I came up with a recipe to make lychee paste and went back and asked someone to try the dish. ”

Senior Brother Yang glanced at her: "You are still confused, where did you get lychees this God?" ”

"You don't need lychees, it's black plums!"

"How?" This is a little girl with eight hearts, and she can still be trusted in cooking.

He and the grinding cinnamon powder, watching his junior sister happily pick up a jar of black plum seeds, about eight taels on the scale, neatly cut the core, and peeled the black and fat plum meat.

The cinnamon in his hand called a few scales to take out six taels, and the skin was filed into powder; I touched half a penny of musk again, and when I grinded the powder, the ginger juice in the pot was already boiling.

boiled water in the sand urn, boiled half a pot of soup with black plum and cinnamon powder, and filtered out the debris in the gauze; Then put a pound and a half of powdered sugar and strained ginger juice in the pot.

The sweet and sour fragrance came out of the urn, the boiled paste was bubbling on the top, the paste soup was filtered and placed in the crystal bowl to precipitate, sprinkled with musk powder and then mixed with honey, waiting to be shaped into a dark red thick paste.

You don't need any lychee meat, but you can eat the taste of lychee raw, and the mouth is full of summer coolness in October.

When the masters came to taste it, they asked, "What's so important?" ”

Ren Yan smiled: "It's not particular, it's dry in autumn and winter, it's best to quench your thirst and get irritable." ”

The masters asked again, "Is there a source?" ”

"The Yuan Dynasty's "Imperial Prescription" and "Drinking and Dining Zhengyao" are mentioned separately."

"Go and ask the doctor to check it out."

Ren Yan let go of his heart, turned his head and squeezed his eyes at his senior brother; Senior Brother Yang was happy to grind cinnamon powder, and after half an hour, it was already full of a big cup.

The next day, lychee paste was hung on the dim sum water brand.

Senior Brother Yang walked back from the hall for the eighth time, and he had the pride of his own girl's first growth, and he twisted a handful of hair without a beard: "Senior sister has grown up, and it is easy to explain when I go back to visit the master, I am very happy!" ”

Master Jiang shook his face and gave him a scoop of cold water: "Let the girl be angry, what does it have to do with you?" ”

Senior Brother Yang was anxious: "I still grind the cinnamon powder!" ”

Master Jiang looked at him coldly: "It's so shameless!" ”

Senior Brother Yang Lele made a grimace and went to grind his cinnamon powder, isn't it just a pocket, it can be finished sooner or later, don't you have to use it for your junior sister!

In the second half of the day, the water sign of lychee paste has been moved to the top. Ren Yan didn't care about anything else, just picking up the black plum meat and boiling the paste there.

When the eyes were blackened, the head of the hall hurriedly came outside, stood in front of the door and called: "Master Ren, guests please!" ”

Listening to his burning voice, it was no good to let Ren Yan take the ointment and go outside: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Tangkou tugged at her cuffs and walked out: "I met a half-biao who was full of cymbals, and I was useless after eating lychee ointment, so I have to see you." The shopkeeper can't handle it, so you have to show your face! ”

That biaozi was Sven's reader, who was sitting at the table wiping his glasses, and touched Ren Yan with the corners of his eyes: "You are the master of this dim sum, what's your surname?" ”

"Surname Ren." Ren Yan replied angrily.

The man put back his glasses and didn't look at them properly: "Lychee paste, it's too sour!" ”

No matter how sweet it is, you have to lick the honey pot!

Of course, each has its own taste, and it can't be forced.

Ren Yan still bowed down and replied: "I'm sorry for you, you love sweets to write down for you, and there will be no mistakes in keeping it next time." This time the dim sum money is mine, and I won't pay you compensation. ”

The man turned his face and glared at her: "What do you mean, I lack those two money?" ”

"You are rich, but you didn't let you eat the snacks you wanted, so naturally you can't bear the loss."

She spoke softly and couldn't fault it.

The man didn't say anything for a while, and then asked, "Why is there no lychee in the lychee paste?" ”

You have to have lychees in the lychee paste, eat the donkey and roll, and you have to roll the lead donkey twice?

Ren Yan was so angry that he didn't want to look at him: "It's boiled with black plums, and all kinds of flavors are boiled out of the taste of lychees." ”

"Isn't this blinding!"

Sven's voice was so loud that the whole room looked here.

Ren Yan smiled again and explained his origin: "You may not have paid attention to it, the ancestors gave this name to the medicinal diet in the ancient recipe, and they didn't dare to change it." ”

The man was anxious, and he took the case: "Bullying me for not reading, grandma!" ”

picked up half a cup of lychee paste and smashed it on Ren Yan's face.

It happened suddenly, and no one was prepared for it.

Ren Yan was stunned, shook twice, and poured broken paste into the braid of the collar of his neck, and he was embarrassed.

There was silence.

The guests stopped eating, and the people who ran the hall were also stunned, and they all watched the excitement there.

The shopkeeper and the head of the hall reacted first, recruited a guy to invite people out, and the head of the hall pulled Ren Yan to the back kitchen.

That person is still shouting at the top of his voice that Hongpheasant Hall is bullying customers, the world is declining, and the vicious woman still dares to stare at the masters? Sure enough, the cooks who were three rotten were restless and wanted to rebel.

Avoid the back kitchen, the noise can't be heard.

After listening to the letter, the master and the apprentice all came out to see the excitement, and Senior Brother Yang wrung a hot towel to wipe the little girl's face under the lamp: "But where is the injury?" ”

Ren Yan shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "Ointment, it can't hurt." ”

Smashed in the face.

The senior brother was so angry that he scolded for a long time, and scolded the man's ancestor all over again.

Master Jiang asked the apprentice to bring a new basin of hot water, and looked at her twice.

Ren Yan copied the towel and cleaned it up by himself: "Let's be here, who hasn't eaten such a grievance, what's the matter?" ”

This is reasonable, the cook is a ninth-rate, and he wants to live with a smile and a smile. Even if ordinary people in the Pheasant Hall don't dare to make a mistake, it is inevitable to encounter someone who is not open-eyed.

The white case masters sighed and were busy with their own work.

Master He finally left and explained: "Go and take down the sign by yourself, the limelight of the wedding banquet has not passed, so it is better to avoid it." We don't have anything, don't bother the seventh master to gossip! ”

Avoid, when to avoid?

She felt tired, but she had to respond: "...... Be. ”

Master He nodded, and glanced at the red case by the way, Du Liren did not show up, he must have heard it.

Ren Yan covered his face with a towel, and his neck, face and eyes were sore, and he tried hard, but he still made a joke after all.

Female chef, is it so tough?

She squatted there, not wanting to move at all, so she took off her braid and shook it in the water to drive away the sweet and sour fragrance.

When the cold wind blows, the scalp is cold.

She wore her hair draped, and the two of them looked at the dirt on the ground, puffing out their cheeks and blowing—

The ash was stained with water, and it couldn't be raised at all, but the ants in the cracks of the bricks were scared and jumped everywhere.

"Isn't it cold?" Someone behind him asked.

Ren Yan buried his head and didn't move: "You got off work, so early?" ”

Gu Tingwen took a towel in his hand and rubbed her hair: "I passed by during the interview, I came to see you." ”

He is not a favoritist person, he avoids suspicion in front of people, never meets in Honghentang, and only asks her about when she works, although everyone in Beijing knows that Gu Qiye is in love with the female chef under him.

Today is the first time, and the shopkeeper is afraid that the owner will be on fire, so he called first.

Ren Yan smiled: "What a coincidence." ”

The man behind him didn't speak, but put on her clothes, dried her hair, and braided her hair.

The beautiful little girl cleaned up and stood up, he touched her head: "I never asked you about your work, are you wronged?" ”

"Aggrieved."

I can't say it in front of outsiders, why hide it in him and why.

She looked up, and there were tears in her eyes, not for anything else, but someone would hurt her.

Gu Tingwen hugged her into his arms: "Go and work, I'll be here, wait for you to get off work, let's go home." ”

"Okay."

Ren wiped his eyes and jumped into the back kitchen.

Gu Tingwen turned around——

Du Liren was standing behind him, sneering and smiling: "Hello Seventh Master!" ”

He nodded: "Master Du." ”

"Don't dare, what do you command?"

"Nope."

Gu Ting glanced at him and walked away.

Flat eyes, no emotion, but Du Liren had a chill down his spine, which was more difficult than when he turned back to the Gu family.