"If the officials don't believe it, then try it first before buying it..." The aunt became very hospitable and picked up a piece of fresh Hu Pancake, picked up a spatula, and spread a thick layer of Xiangxiang Sauce on it.
"My lord, you must have a taste. I won't charge you for this taste. It's not good for me..."
The fat lady took the thickly smeared insect sauce, swatted away the attendant's extended hand, and carried it to the car in person with a smile. The attendant rolled his eyes helplessly, as if he had long been accustomed to such a scene.
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The middle-aged official quickly got off the carriage, nodded to the aunt, took the cake, and took a small bite under the fat aunt's eager eyes.
"What do you think, officer? It must be delicious."
"Well, it does taste better than other stores, but this cake..." The middle-aged official looked at the Hu cake that was bigger than his own palm, and really didn't know what to do.
The fat aunt waved her hand, looking very heroic and authentic.
"Since you like the taste, sir, I'll give it to you. It tastes best when it's hot. Looking at you, I can tell you are a good official. I'm afraid you haven't eaten yet at noon."
The middle-aged official could only smile helplessly and accepted the aunt's kindness, and his smile full of mature charm attracted not only the fat aunt, but also the market women shopping in front of the stalls nearby.
Your eyes should shine brightly.
The middle-aged official glanced at the members of the opposite sex who began to move toward him intentionally or unintentionally, and cleared his throat.
"Thank you very much, eldest sister, Yang Zhong. Just take a few cans and buy a few more biscuits to eat on the road. When we get back to the house, let the wife and the young master have a taste..."
"What kind of biscuits are you buying? Sister, I have quite a few here. They will get soft easily after being stored for a long time. Just take them, sir..."
The fat aunt couldn't help but stuff all the several complete Hu Biscuits for tasting at the stall to the entourage. She was very hospitable.
"Hey, Auntie Xu, I've been running the stall with you for more than half a year, and this is the first time I've seen you so generous. Why don't you give it to me and I'll try it too? If it's delicious, I'll buy two cans."
"Go to hell, you old fool. You look like that and you still want to take advantage of me. It's just a dream!"
Reluctantly, she withdrew her gaze and turned her head. There was no trace of a pleasant smile on the fat aunt's face, but she had already regained her former imposingness and toughness as a city shrew.
"Follow me, you will never be short of food wherever you go..." The younger follower happily ate the pancakes smeared with insect paste.
The powerful Yang Zhong couldn't help but glare at this guy who said nothing, turned his head and glanced at the master who was looking toward the east.
This time I left home, because of the disaster and other things, I didn’t go home for nearly a month. I think I also missed my mistress and the young master. Even I couldn’t help but miss the braised mutton that the old ladies are good at.
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After swallowing the last bite of the cake, urging the coachman to go faster, the group continued to head east, heading towards Xingyang County as fast as an arrow.
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Yang Qian was having dinner with his mother in the mansion. Seeing Yang Qian taking big mouthfuls of rice, his mother Han quickly gave Yang Qian a large serving of chopsticks.
"Eat more slowly, look at you, you are devouring your food without paying any attention to your image."
Yang Qian agreed and continued to eat the fragrant cornmeal. Yes, it was rice cooked with millet.
In the south of this era, rice was the staple food, but in the north, millet was still the staple food. In addition to millet, people in this period also often ate millet and beam. Millet is millet, which is also called yellow sticky rice.
Millet.
Liang, that is, sorghum, these two grains were also the raw materials for people to cook at that time, especially Liang rice, which was the meal of wealthy people at that time.
As for wheat, that is, wheat rice, the texture of this thing is not delicious, at least it cannot be compared with millet or big rice. There is an idiom called "Mai rice and bean soup", which describes the poor quality of food and is used as a metaphor for living standards.
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The most speechless thing is that when the ancients first came into contact with pasta, they were poisoned (probably due to the lack of wheat starch digestive enzymes in the body).
Medical books before the Tang Dynasty recorded the entry of "wheat poison": wheat has heat poison, and eating it will cause illness or even death.
What's more interesting is that the ancients believed that only flour has wheat poison, and wheat bran can detoxify it. Only by eating the whole wheat grain can you avoid the risk of wheat poison.
Therefore, at this level, the ancients should insist on "grain food".
Moreover, from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the present Sui Dynasty, the taxes levied in the north were not other plants, but corn. This naturally led to the reason why it was difficult for wheat to become popular in the north.
Fortunately, with the spread from the Western Regions and the north's love for foods such as Hu cakes and soup cakes, many areas in the northwest have begun to promote wheat cultivation.
But in the Central Plains, wheat is still a thing that everyone doesn't think much about. After all, in everyone's eyes, wheat rice and wheat porridge are similar to mung beans, and there is no way to do it.
Only then will they eat it.
During this time, the flour milled in the mansion was gone. Naturally, Yang Qian had no choice but to follow the crowd and eat corn rice with the general public.
Seeing Yang Qian downing five bowls of rice in a row and adding another bowl, Han couldn't sit still. But she also felt that it was an immoral act to prevent her child from eating.
While Mrs. Han was struggling, Yang Qian picked up a large piece of mutton weighing about two taels from the mutton soup basin and diligently took it to his mother's bowl.
"Mom, please eat more. I see you have lost a lot of weight these days due to your busy schedule. Come on, eat a piece of stewed mutton to replenish your body..."
"...Forget it, you better eat it. Mom can't eat such greasy meat." Han looked at the piece of mutton blankly and sighed helplessly.
"Then you're welcome, son. Thank you, mother..." Yang Qian took three bites of a piece of meat weighing two ounces and it went into his stomach.
Han finally understood why when she asked Mr. Zhili about his appetite recently, Zhili would always look desperate and keep eating.
At this moment, a servant rushed in through the door with a face full of joy. "Madam, Master, Master, Master, he is back and has already arrived at the entrance of the village."
"Master?!" Mrs. Han couldn't help but be overjoyed, put down the bowl and walked out of the house.
Yang Qian could only eat the whole bowl of rice as quickly as possible, catch up with his mother and meet his father whom he had not met since time travel.
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