That night, Xu Yin's meal was made by Shang Yanjin - simmered pork ribs with winter melon and ox knee and Poria cocos cake.

Ox knee is a cow lacquer, which is a herb.

For such a remote herb, Xu Chengyi couldn't think of preparing it, Aunt Song usually can't use it, and she won't use it, so she naturally doesn't know its efficacy, and she is not sure if there is this smell in the ingredient box for precious medicinal materials such as ginseng and red ginseng.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, everyone miraculously found that there was no smell of medicine, and they could not smell the smell of medicine at all, not only did it not smell as bad as they imagined, but it was very fragrant. It is more than one grade more fragrant than the usual winter melon pork rib soup stewed by Aunt Song.

Not to mention the male compatriots who are active and a little hungry every time they get to a meal, even Xiao Tao, who is often stuffed too full with afternoon snacks and doesn't feel hungry when he arrives at the meal, can't help but swallow his saliva.

"I didn't expect the medicinal food to smell so good, so it shouldn't be unpleasant, right?" Xiao Tao whispered.

Unexpectedly, Shang Yanjin heard it by the sharp-eared Shang Yanjin, and he glanced at Xiao Tao lightly: "This is a person's portion, not much stew." but it is a cake that can be divided among you. ”

“……”

Xiao Tao blushed instantly, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain: "I just said, I don't want to eat." ”

Finished!

Is she a foodie in the eyes of others?

Xiao Wu snickered on the side, and was glared at by her.

Since the Poria cocos cake is steamed, it is steamed for a medium steam, because even if there are no preservatives in the pastry, it is no problem to put it for three or five days in cool weather. After cooling, the taste is not inferior to that of freshly baked.

But the soup is best eaten in one meal, even if it is refrigerated in the refrigerator, the second time it is stewed, it will not only lose the original medicinal effect, but also the taste will be much worse, so he has never stewed more.

When the Poria cocos cake came out of the pot, everyone was fragrant again.

Aunt Song sighed: "Mr. Shang is very generous, and he allows me to watch from the side when he cooks, unlike other chefs, who can order private dishes, so they hide it and don't let people know, lest others steal it." Mr. Shang not only allowed me to look at it, but also instructed me on how to make the cake taste softer. But then again, the way I usually do it is not very different from his, why is the taste so bad? ”

Everyone didn't bother to answer her confusion, because they were all tasting the freshly baked poria cake.

In the past, the gourd cake they ate, including the one made by Aunt Song, was a little real, and when they ate a small piece, they felt full, but the gourd cake made by Mr. Shang was soft and delicious, and there was no sugar in it, but it could eat a faint sweet fragrance, which made people want to eat it more and more.

"Keep the rest for Xu Yin as a staple food."

“……”

Probably seeing everyone's psychological activities, Shang Yanjin didn't wait for them to finish eating the cake in their hands, they had already put away the steamer, set aside two pieces for Xu Yin as the staple food for dinner, and covered the rest with gauze to let it cool naturally, and it was a good choice for her to be breakfast or tea and snack tomorrow.

Seeing it, Xu Yin wanted to laugh a little.

But when she drank the not-so-hot medicinal pork rib soup and ate a bite of the soft and sweet Poria Seed Cake, she instantly turned into a foodie like Xiao Tao.

While holding the soup bowl and drinking the medicinal soup frequently, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart:

Comrade Xiao Jin is going to be a god in this life!

Look at this craft, the kitchen god in the medicinal food industry and the famous doctor in the kitchen god world!

Ordinary people, who can do the same to the extreme, are already the dragon and phoenix among the people, and those who can take care of both can also be the best in the world, there are really few in this world.

No wonder my cousin said that he was difficult to invite, not that he was cold and arrogant and unwilling to come, but that his ability and craftsmanship were too strong, so good that he was rushed by well-known people at home and abroad, can he not be busy with his schedule?

Since then, Shang Yanjin has successfully taken over Xu Yin's three meals a day and occasional additional meals, and Aunt Song only needs to be responsible for other people's meals.

What? Q: What are Aunt Song's thoughts and opinions?

I admire the five bodies and want to worship Shang Yanjin as a teacher, what other opinions will I have?

After Shang Yanjin stayed in the Xu family's old house, the fragrance of medicinal food wafted over the courtyard every day.

Everything that Xu Yin enters, from drinking to eating, from three meals to two additional meals in the morning and afternoon, are all medicinal foods, but some of them look no different from ordinary food.

For example, health steamed buns, Aunt Song used to make them often, dark red brown sugar steamed buns, yellow corn steamed buns, black black rice steamed buns, brown sorghum steamed buns, and green spinach steamed buns, Xu Yin has eaten them all.

The health steamed buns made by Shang Yanjin are all of the same origin as medicine and food, such as the white, tender and soft yam knife-cut, the Poria cocos steamed bun that looks like an old steamed bun, and the purple sweet potato dyed purple seed cake.

Whenever the steamer is opened, everyone can't help but take a deep breath, it's so fragrant!

Not to mention the medicinal soups, medicinal soups, and medicinal porridges that are simmered in clay pots.

The fragrance, not to mention the people in the yard, even the big yellow dog of the villagers at the foot of the mountain chasing chickens and ducks in the tea garden was involuntarily attracted.

The big dog was chased out by Brother Fang and others and slipped in, and slipped out and in, and finally lay at the gate of the courtyard, refusing to leave, stretching out his tongue, wagging his tail, with a hara at the corner of his mouth, and two moist big dogs staring at the people working in the yard, as if begging the master for a reward.

Everyone: We also want to ask Mr. Shang for a reward!

But Shang Yanjin only made one portion for Xu Yin at a time.

Except for the estimated amount on the first day and her real appetite, there were a few pieces of pork ribs, winter melon, and soup left, and she didn't miss a sip after that.

Every time, it was just enough for her to drink—not only to satisfy her stomach, but not to the point of eating, and there was really not much to reward the big yellow dog.

Even Shang Yanjin himself eats the food cooked by Aunt Song.

However, when Aunt Song does it, he will make a proper mention or two.

For example, braised with less soy sauce, the color is not ruddy enough, and you can put some oil consumption to season and color.

Of course, the oil consumption should be 100% pure, that is, pure oyster juice made entirely from oysters, and no other ingredients.

The price of this oyster sauce is relatively expensive, but fortunately, the quality of the ingredients and seasonings sent by Xu Chengyi is excellent, at least it did not make Shang Yanjin dissatisfied.

For example, when cooking meat dishes, eggs, seafood, mushrooms and other dishes, there is no need to add monosodium glutamate and chicken essence, because the meat itself contains glutamate, and the main component of monosodium glutamate is also glutamic acid, which is very fresh with or without eggs; Fungi and seafood have their own umami, and the original umami of the ingredients is lost when monosodium glutamate and chicken essence are added. After all, eating too many condiments is only harmful.

Xu Yin also mentioned these to Aunt Song before, Aunt Song knew that she was not in good health and had a lot of taboos, so she didn't add many condiments when cooking for Xu Yin, and the main thing was light. But she still habitually adds some dishes to the dishes she and others eat, saying that she has been used to eating for so many years, and she always feels that there are shortcomings if she doesn't add a little.

Now, as soon as Shang Yanjin said it, she didn't say a word and did it obediently.

Xu Yin: "......"

Okay, the words of the sick seedlings are not as convincing as the master of medicinal diet. (End of chapter)