Huang Yueying rolled up her sleeves high, exposing her two small forearms, and then tied them with strings to prevent the sleeves from falling down while doing things.
Little Mo Dou tilted his head and looked at it, pouting.
Huang Yueying glanced at Little Mo Dou and said: "Next time... I'll wait until you are older before I let you come..."
Little Mo Dou muttered in a low voice: "I say this every time... in fact, I always do it..."
Huang Yueying smiled and didn't care about Xiao Mo Dou's complaints.
Little Mo Dou and Huang Yueying grew up almost together. Although they are masters and servants, their relationship with each other is very good. Little Mo Dou is three years younger than Huang Yueying, and some things are still vaguely understood, such as giving to Lang Jun.
Making soup with bare hands, how could it be done by someone else?
But it's okay to let Xiao Mo Dou help with some small things.
Huang Yueying said: "Where is the rice? Where is it?"
The secret to making meat soup is that it needs to be tasty.
This is what Huang Yueying's mother said. When Huang Yueying was still young, she was wandering around like the little ink brush she is today...
"Here! Here!" Little Mo Dou was very happy when he heard that there was a need. He quickly ran to the side and picked up the small jar of rice.
Huang Yueying opened the lid of the jar, smelled it slightly, nodded and said: "Hmm...it tastes pretty good..." Then she took a clean wooden spoon, scooped some glutinous rice out of the jar, and poured it on the already
On top of the sliced lamb strips.
"As for the meat, choose bright red color... If the color of the meat turns black or white, it is bad and cannot be used..." Huang Yueying said while mixing the minced pork on the meat strips, "As for the minced pork, choose the same color.
If you use mutton to make soup, then you must use mutton glutinous rice; if you use beef, you must use beef glutinous rice..."
Huang Yueying glanced at Xiao Mo Dou who was listening attentively, and then continued: "...If there is no glutinous rice, the same flavor of glutinous rice is also acceptable, but the taste will be worse..."
"Where's the chicken?"
"Here! Here!" Xiao Mo Dou handed over two of them.
Huang Yueying did not stop, and said as she was doing: "Only use the serum of the chicken, not the eggs, otherwise it will take away the taste of the meat..."
"...Then you need to add a little bit of green salt, not too much, but not without it. It is best to use salt from Qingzhou. If it is well salt, it will have a bitter taste...and then...just keep stirring like this..."
Huang Yueying held a large pottery basin and stirred the mutton strips in circles with wooden chops until the egg whites and reddish-brown fermented glutinous rice sauce gradually penetrated into the meat strips...
Well, that's almost it.
Huang Yueying put the big pottery basin down, and then shook her sore arms. Little Mo Dou quickly came up to help Huang Yueying wipe the sweat beads on her head, then took the big pottery basin and carried it to the stove.
, the cook has already lit a red fire.
Huang Yueying put the copper cauldron on, then added some glutinous rice paste and water first, then waited for the glutinous rice paste to melt, then added the cut cabbage. When the cabbage became slightly soft, she poured in some corn
wine, and then added a little water, and then slowly waited until the cabbage was soft and tender, then put the marinated meat strips into the cauldron and cooked together, tossing it twice in the boiling water, and saw that the meat strips were
The color has faded away from the red color, and after adding a few drops of black vinegar, it's done.
Scoop up the meat soup, put it into the earthen pot, and then cover it with the lid...
"My dear, my dear, let me get it..." Xiao Mo Dou handed over the basin for cleaning his hands and rushed to say.
Huang Yueying smiled, nodded, then wiped her cheeks and arms a little, then put down her sleeves, took the small ink fountain, and went to the backyard.
"Langjun! Langjun! This is the soup made by my mother!" After seeing Fei Qian, Xiao Mo Dou saluted and said impatiently.
"Oh, the soup made by my wife is pretty good..." Fei Qian put down the bamboo slips in his hand, looked at Huang Yueying and said with a smile, "Come on, I happen to be hungry too..."
Huang Yueying poured a bowl with her own hands and handed it to Fei Qian with a smile.
Although the soup in the Han Dynasty did not have cornstarch or the like to thicken it, the advantage is that all the materials are natural and do not contain any chemical raw materials. Therefore, the mutton soup made by Huang Yueying has a delicious taste from the mutton itself, plus
After it is marinated and tasted, it has a pure and fresh sweetness that will never be tasted in future generations.
Fei Qian used to chew slowly, but during this period of time he was mostly in the army, so he got used to wolfing down the food. He held a pottery bowl in his hand, and seemed to finish the soup and meat with two or three snores.
"Would you like to have a bowl too, madam?"
The meat soup is very fragrant and delicious. It has a kind of elasticity when you bite it. This kind of elasticity is an effect that requires continuous stretching of the meat strips for a long time to produce meat fibers.
Huang Yueying nodded slightly, then filled another bowl for Fei Qian, and then scooped a bowl for herself, holding it but not eating, just looking at Fei Qian.
"What's wrong?" Fei Qian asked.
Huang Yueying shook her head slightly, then lowered her head, as if she was looking at the soup or thinking about something, when suddenly a teardrop suddenly appeared and fell into the pottery bowl, causing a little splash of water.
Huang Yueying hurriedly put down the pottery bowl, wiped her tears, tried her best to smile, and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lang, I... I really can't bear it..." She had only been home for a long time, and she had to leave again in the blink of an eye.
Fei Qian sighed slightly.
It turns out that things in Mobei can wait for a few more days, because although it is early spring, it is still very cold near Yinshan Mountain and is not suitable for marching. But what I didn't expect was that Niu Fu, who was originally in Hongnong, suddenly raised his troops and crossed Shaanxi.
County, captured Shaanxi and Jin, and directed the troops towards Anyi.
Wang Yi couldn't resist, so he quickly sent someone to ask Fei Qian for help.
After Fei Qian thought about it, he decided to lead his troops to rescue.
After all, Hedong is very close to Pingyang. If the skin is gone, how can the general Mao be attached? If Niu Fu captured Hedong, he would definitely not be as easy to talk to as Wang Yi.
I would rather have a weaker neighbor than have a tiger lying next to me.
But in this case, Huang Yueying will inevitably find it difficult to leave.
Fei Qian gently took Huang Yueying's hand and said: "The life and death agreement is broad, tell Zicheng..."
"Hold your hand and grow old together with me..." Huang Yueying sniffed and continued.
Fei Qian smiled slightly, comforted Huang Yueying and said: "Don't worry, I will be back soon..." Facing Niu Fu, Fei Qian did not feel much pressure, and this time Niu Fu led the soldiers, although they were known as 30,000 soldiers.
, but in fact it is estimated that there are less than 10,000.
"When you finish movable type printing, I will almost be back..." Fei Qian comforted Huang Yueying, and then diverted his attention, "How about we compete to see who is faster?"
"Okay!" Huang Yueying agreed, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind, "I still don't want it. The military is dangerous, so it's better to be more cautious... But, it's just... Well, it's not convenient for you to do it.
It’s soup..."
"Then I'll just drink more today, so I can save it..." Fei Qian raised his head and laughed.
"Okay, okay!" Huang Yueying held the earthen jar and nodded, "Then drink all of this!"
"Ah?!" Fei Qian looked at the jar, which was not too small, and then looked at Huang Yueying who looked serious, "Uh, okay..."
Inflammation, inflammation of the gums, pain at the base of the tongue... When I was young, I didn’t have so many problems... Now they are all coming to my door... Should I say that even those who are late are not allowed to come...
