Wanyan Kang did not go out for a stroll anymore, but lay in the cooler flower hall and stared in confusion all afternoon.
As soon as the sky darkened and the high temperature subsided, he became energetic.
Since there were no outsiders in the courtyard, Wanyan Kang simply went shirtless, wearing only the coarse shorts newly sewn for him by the tailor in the house.
As for the new underwear that the two girls had ordered on a whim, he secretly used his clairvoyance to see that they were not wearing it at all.
They still have the traditional combination of a bellyband and a tight-fitting shin coat, with a light blouse on top, and finally a skirt, so they are not afraid of getting prickly heat.
The young prince is so unbecoming.
It's so disrespectful.
Xue Qing stood in the corridor with a blushing face, while Liu Su's eyes wandered around, occasionally stealing a glance at Wan Yan Kang's shirtless body.
Regarding the local chicken essence, Wan Yankang thought about it all afternoon, but still refused to give up and decided to change the approach.
He stood shirtless in the courtyard, instructing He San and Chang Gui to chop up the dried mushrooms and scallops that had been exposed to the sun for an afternoon, pour them into an iron pot, stir-fry and dry them over fire to completely remove the moisture.
In another iron pot, add salt and boil the whole chicken to make chicken soup.
The crescent moon is like a hook.
After the bones and meat of the whole chicken in the pot were separated, Wanyan Kang ordered two people to take out the bones, mash the chicken in the pot with a long-handled wooden spoon, and continue to boil over high heat.
He San and Chang Gui were so busy that they were sweating profusely.
Wanyan Kang was still sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, leisurely sipping herbal tea.
It was already late at night and he had no sleep at all.
He had already let Liusu go to sleep, with only Xue Qingmo waiting by his side.
The faint fragrance of osmanthus floated in the air, and the beautiful girl filled the herbal tea for him again. She took a generous sip and felt a little regretful. She thought to herself that it would be wonderful to have a cigarette at this moment.
It's a pity, I don't know if I can find tobacco leaves in the future.
Changgui stared at the chicken soup being boiled. If there was too little water in the pot, he would add water. If there was too much water, he would add more heat. He cooked it over and over for several hours. He didn’t know how long it took. Only a milky white thick soup was left in the pot, and everything started to sag.
The wall of the pot is broken.
The strong aroma hit his nostrils, and Changgui swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.
As for He San, he was using a stone mortar for pounding rice to continuously grind the dried mushrooms and scallops until the former turned into a fine powder.
Wanyan Kang stood up, took a look, and waved his hand: "Changgui, cease fire!"
Changgui quickly put out the fire, wiped his sweat and stood aside respectfully.
Wanyan Kang glanced at him and smiled: "Changgui, you are tired too. Go and have a rest. You have nothing to do here."
Changgui bowed and left without mentioning it.
Wanyan Kang looked at Chang Gui's retreating back and saw that He San had already taken the dried mushroom and scallop powder, so he motioned for him to pour it into the pot, then added some purified salt in proportion and stirred slowly.
The soup is thick and has signs of solidification. Adding a large amount of dried mushroom and scallop powder naturally stirs it into a small pot of yellow and white "sesame paste".
Wanyan Kang scooped up a spoonful and smelled it, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he felt that this response should be close.
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The night in Prince Zhao's Mansion was silent and silent.
In the living room, the bright moonlight shines through the window. After Wan Yankang insisted on meditating and adjusting his breath, he lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Xue Qing sat on the couch in front of the couch, holding her chin with her fair hands, wondering what she was thinking.
Wanyan said softly: "Qing'er, don't worry about me, go to sleep."
"Qing'er is not sleepy. We have to keep vigil for the young prince. If the young prince is too hot, Qing'er will ask someone to fetch some ice cubes." Xue Qing quickly stood up and shook her fan.
Sigh... Wanyan Kang smiled bitterly and thought to himself, how can I sleep with you sitting next to me like this?
He wanted to pat his side and say, "Why don't you come up and lie down", but he felt that he was shameless, so he blushed darkly, coughed twice, turned his back to the wall, and counted on his fingers.
Little sheep.
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Wanyan Kang slept until three o'clock in the morning.
Before he got up, Xue Qing had asked someone to put the small pot of semi-solidified "sesame paste" in the hot sun for a long time to completely evaporate the last trace of moisture, and then put it into two colorful glazed clay pots.
Wanyan Kang took a shower, washed and changed his clothes. He didn't dare to go shirtless and wear big pants in broad daylight, even though he wanted to.
After that, no matter how strongly Xue Qing Liusu objected, she just went straight into the kitchen.
Instruct the cook to heat oil in a pot, mince some chopped green onion and stir-fry some minced garlic, then add green Persian grass (spinach) and stir-fry briefly, add water and bring to a boil, and add some pepper spray.
Another cook followed the instructions and beat four eggs into a golden liquid, and handed them to the young master with great fear.
Wan Yankan poured the egg liquid in the bowl evenly into the pot, and at the same time ordered to put out the fire.
The white and tender floating egg flakes complement the green spinach leaves. He carefully added the snowflake salt he refined and the freshly brewed local chicken essence.
Too bad there is no sesame oil.
Three bowls of egg drop soup are placed on the table, and the aroma is lingering.
"Qing'er, Liusu, you guys have a try."
The two girls looked at each other, hesitated, and each tasted it with a small spoon.
The strong fragrance flowed down the throat, and a fresh taste that she had never tasted before echoed on the tip of her tongue for a long time. The suspicion on Xue Qing's face suddenly turned into surprise. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Xiaoyin who was sitting next to her with her legs crossed.
Little master.
“It’s so fresh and delicious!”
Liusu didn't care, she blew the hot air gently, sucked and sucked all the way through the bowl of egg drop soup, and smashed it on herself with her little mouth still full of contentment.
She turned to look at the other bowl: "Little Prince, I..."
Wanyan Kang waved his hand and smiled: "It's up to you."
After Liusu drank two bowls of egg soup in a row, her stomach became a little bloated, and she actually burped in front of Wanyan Kang.
No matter how naughty she was, her face turned red with embarrassment, but she still couldn't help but ask: "Little prince, I never thought you could actually cook? What is the name of this soup? It is the most delicious thing Liusu has ever eaten in his life.
Got it!"
"Spinach egg drop soup."
As he said this, Wanyan Kangwei felt a little disappointed, and said silently in his heart: "This is the taste of my hometown and my mother."
When his mother was alive in the previous life, she loved to make him a bowl of spinach and egg drop soup, and then paired it with a piece of homemade scallion pancake that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, which always made him satisfied.
Later, he often imitated his mother's method of making soup, but he could never make the same soup as his mother did at that time.
"Little prince!"
Xue Qing called out, she seemed to notice some kind of sadness filling the little master's heart.
"Lisu, put some on the table and give it to my mother to try."
Wanyan Kang immediately calmed down and touched Liusu's little head, "By the way, don't say I cooked it, just say..."
Wanyan Kang turned to look at Xue Qing: "Just say it was your sister Qing'er who did it."
Xue Qing paused for a moment: "Little prince, how can Qing'er know how to cook... The princess won't believe it."
"No, why can't I learn it? I learned it from ancient books!"
"Okay, don't worry anymore. From now on, the three of us will have a small kitchen and occasionally cook for ourselves, right?"
Wan Yankang said enthusiastically: "In the afternoon, let's try some braised pork again..."
Xue Qing hesitated and reminded: "Young prince, you are going to attend the banquet held by the eldest son and Princess Qi later."
oh.
Only then did Wanyan Kang remember that there was something about attending the banquet.
He waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I will teach you the main ingredients and the method, you just have to learn to make it yourself!"
"this……"
"Don't do this or that, just cook a dish, it's a piece of cake, don't think about it so complicated!"
"What does a gentleman mean by staying far away from the cook? Qing'er, you have all misunderstood the meaning of this sentence. The so-called gentleman stays far away from the cook, which means that no one with blood and spirit can practice it. It is also said that a gentleman stays far away from the cook, which is the most benevolent. The ancients said that a gentleman is far away from the cook.
Don’t take action rashly, but don’t cook...these are two different things!”
"Don't gentlemen eat? Qing'er, let me ask you another question: Suppose a scholar is alone, his family is very poor, he cannot afford a cook, and he has no wife, what do you think he should do? Starve to death?"
"..."
"Qing'er, a lady once said that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach... So, if you want to stay with me, you must learn cooking skills!"
Wanyan Kang followed the temptation and felt that he really looked like a weird uncle from the island country at this moment.
The young prince started to say strange things again.
Xue Qing lowered her head and pondered for a long time before she could hold back some taste.
Slowly, my face turned red again, and I thought to myself: The young prince is clearly implying that I should learn to cook for him, otherwise I won't be able to capture his heart.
She said shyly: "Little prince, which lady said this, how come Qing'er doesn't know it?"
Wanyan Kang coughed twice: "Her name is Zhang Ailing, from Jiangnan..."