Aunt Zhang was busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner, and when she saw Zhang Jinwen coming in, she wanted to make fun of her and ask General Zhou's parents how they were? Seeing that Zhang Jin's face was solemn and she looked preoccupied, she changed her tone and asked, "Jin'er, what's the matter?" ”

Zhang Jinwen frowned slightly: "Aunt Zhang, Master Ma cut his hand and shed a lot of blood, these dishes, I'm afraid I have to wait." I serve the stew first. ”

The ingredients for the stew were a piece of plum meat with a pheasant, and Zhang Jinwen cut off a finger-wide piece from the purple crown lingzhi.

The water used for the stew is Ruixue water.

Ruixue water, originally the water of the heavenly river, can wash away all diseases and bring all auspiciousness.

The water of the heavenly river turns into snow and falls to the world, which is the blessing of the heavenly officials, bringing a year of good weather and a good harvest on the earth.

In the middle of the night, as soon as the heavy snow stopped, Zhang Jinwen personally climbed to the roof to collect snow. It is to scrape off the top layer from the snow on the roof, discard the bottom layer, take only the middle part, turn it into water, filter it with a muslin cloth, and set aside.

Stewed Ganoderma lucidum in Ruixue water is a perfect match.

When Zhang Jinwen was preparing this soup, it should be said that from the moment she received the list sent by Mrs. Zhou to brave the heavy snow when it was dark, she began to concentrate on her luck and sketched in her heart the picture of her successful use of the wound medicine.

Mrs. Zhou's list was sent too late, and Zhang Jinwen didn't see the faces of the person who used the wound medicine, and only saw herself pouring medicine powder on the wound.

When the snow stopped in the early morning, Zhang Jinwen went to pick the snow and began to prepare. The reishi soup is stewed early in the morning and kept warm on a charcoal stove over low heat.

When Zhou Zhengyi walked into the private room, Zhang Jinwen thought that her opportunity was to heal Lord Zhou, and she was even already thinking about how she had renewed the hunter's bones under the guidance of her ancestor, just waiting for an opportunity to speak.

The knife skills of the bamboo core successfully attracted everyone's attention, and also unexpectedly attracted Ma Langzhong's competitiveness, and he wanted to try his skills on the spot, but he brought himself the opportunity to try his skills.

Zhang Jinwen began to reprocess the stew.

Skim off the oil stains on the noodles and strain the soup residue through the fine gauze in the steamer, leaving only a light brown soup that is as clear as tea.

Pour a part into a large stew pot, add a few matsutake mushrooms to it, mask the taste of Ganoderma lucidum, and steam it again through water.

Pour the rest into another stew pot, add eight chicken heart dates, a few ginseng slices, and steam them again over the same water.

Here, Zhang Jinwen had a careful thought, since Lord Zhou said that he had been apprenticed to his ancestor as a teacher, then the sexual taste of the Purple Crown King Ganoderma lucidum depends on whether Lord Zhou can taste it.

Most of the guests in Xinglin Pavilion are dignitaries, who are accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and have seen more delicacies.

Zhang Jinwen used spices to mask the taste of herbs in the dishes, and light dishes were garnished with a few slices of ganoderma lucidum or fresh ginseng.

After eating, the guests thought that it was the imperial chef from the palace, and the Ganoderma lucidum fresh ginseng that could be bought was a thousand-year-old treasure that could not be found elsewhere.

There are also peers who opened the restaurant who want to smash the field, and they can't eat the strangeness of the dishes, and they all agree that the dishes of the Xinglin Pavilion must be picked out before they are served to prevent imitation.

Other guests have to use Ganoderma lucidum or ginseng slices to satisfy their curiosity, but here in Mr. Zhou, she prefers to use matsutake mushrooms to cover up.

Brother Yu is so good, Brother Yu's father should also be different.

Zhang Jinwen took the tray out with light steps.

All the guests in the private room were already drinking tea and chatting softly, as if they were panicked just now, but the butterfly flapped its wings lightly, without any waves.

Zhu Qing stepped forward to take the tray, and Zhang Jinwen served it to Zhou Zhengyi and Dr. Chen in turn, and then brought a bowl to Ma Langzhong, and said softly: "Master Ma, this bowl of soothing soup can reduce the pain of your wound and speed up healing. ”

She saw Ma Langzhong's face, yellow and red, which was a sign of panic from the pain of the wound.

Ma Qingfeng's fingers have begun to hurt hotly, and he is upset, Zhang Jinwen's soft words and stewed soup appeared in time, for him, it was like a fairy girl brought a panacea, and he took the spoon in the soup bowl with his right hand, picked up the bowl, regardless of the hot mouth, and drank it in a big gulp while blowing.

Zhang Jinwen pursed her lips lightly, and unhurriedly brought the Ganoderma lucidum soup with red dates to the ladies and ladies.

Mrs. Zhou and the others have long been very curious, if they were at home, they would have stood up and found out.

Zhang Jinwen served the soup bowl to the ladies in turn, and then to the two young ladies.

Zhou Ziyao and Chen Ziying looked at her blankly, wanting to know what kind of soup they were drinking.

Zhang Jinwen smiled slightly: "The ladies drink Qingxin soup, and the two young ladies drink beauty soup." ”

Zhou Ziyao looked at the soup bowl in front of her, the light brown color was like tea, and there was a faint sweetness on the smell, she asked curiously: "My soup looks the same as my mother's, why is the name different?" ”

Zhang Jinwen smiled: "Miss Zhou has good eyesight, the soup is the same, and the soup base is different." Mrs. Zhou's soup base and Mrs. Chen's Mrs. Ma are made of ginseng slices and Qingxin grass, and the soup base of Miss Zhou and Miss Chen is red dates and Tian Qihua. ”

Dr. Chen watched Ma Langzhong cow chewing peonies and drinking the soup, although he felt funny, but he was also infected, he only felt that the soup in front of him was relieved to look at it, and then listened to Zhang Jin's explanation, and couldn't help asking:

"What kind of soup is the soup of Lord Zhou and me?"

Zhang Jinwen turned around: "Lord Zhou's soup is a refreshing soup, and Lord Chen's soup is a calming soup." ”

Master Chen said curiously: "Why are the names of the soups of several of us different?" It looks the same. ”

Zhang Jinwen smiled slightly: "Master Chen, give it a try, and you'll know." ”

The room was full of people, who all bowed their heads and drank the soup when they heard the words, wanting to find out if their soup was what Zhang Jinwen said.

Only Ma Qingfeng, holding up his injured finger, asked Zhang Jinwen stupidly: "My hand still seems to be hurting, can I drink more bowls of this soup?" ”

Zhou Zhengyi almost squirted out a mouthful of soup.

This Ma Qingfeng, I thought I was drinking hemp!

Zhang Jinwen's eyes were smiling, but her face was impassive, she looked at Ma Qingfeng and said, "Master Ma, you wait a while, and after a while, you can see what you want to eat, just say." ”

She didn't answer positively, she just wanted to divert Ma Qingfeng's attention.

Now, everyone's attention will be drawn by her words and follow her.

Sure enough, with just a cup of tea, everyone's soup was almost drunk to the bottom, and Ma Qingfeng spoke up:

"Excuse me, what else is there to make the mutton in the Xinglin Pavilion? Will there be lamb later? ”