"Uncle Wu?" Yu Jian stood in the yard and called in a low voice, but no one answered.
She lowered her head, and Dahuang, with his black eyes as round as the bright moon, looked up at her. Yu Jian shrugged and walked straight into the small kitchen.
Sometimes when Wu Guoliang is not around, she is already familiar with the routine and will find something to do on her own.
The advantage of being familiar with the senior is that Lin Fengxu will take her to open classes for graduate students from time to time, which can be regarded as a little trouble for her. She also knows for the first time that the little old man Guan Shanyue is not as good as he seems.
It seems so simple.
"In the 1970s and 1980s, many colorful cakes were unearthed from Tang Dynasty tombs in the Astana area of Xinjiang Province, mostly in the shape of chrysanthemums and plum blossoms. What does this mean?" Guan Shanyue stroked his beard and glanced at the seats.
A bunch of students down there.
Lin Fengxu's senior brothers and sisters have all been polished to perfection by Guan Shanyue, and they all rushed to answer: "It means that people in the Tang Dynasty loved beauty..."
Yu Jian couldn't hold back and started laughing along with everyone.
Guan Shanyue accurately threw the pen cap in his hand on the head of the answering student, and glanced at him angrily: "You can say..." At the end, he rolled his eyes and pointed in the direction of the back row, "Wind
The girl next to Xu, tell me."
At this time, Yu Jian really couldn't laugh anymore. The smelly old man must have done it on purpose. Lin Fengxu was snickering at the side, knowing that the teacher was definitely trying to tease Yu Jian. He quietly leaned into her ear: "You can say whatever you want
,it does not matter."
Yu Jian was silent for a long time, glanced at Guan Shanyue, stood up neatly, and said in a clear voice: "Whether it is the Central Plains or the inland frontiers, the food life of the people of the Tang Dynasty was not just to fill their stomachs. They gave food a sense of
The aesthetic value behind these pastries does not mean that people in the Tang Dynasty paid more attention to spiritual pursuits in addition to their appetites? And the cultural core revealed in these delicacies also reflects the historical heritage of an era..."
Her words were very sincere, and they were indeed true. The Tang Dynasty she lived in was far more magnificent than these records in pictures and words.
Guan Shanyue was lost in thought for a while and stared at her for several minutes. Then he suddenly clapped his hands and smiled with satisfaction. After a while, he straightened his face again and stared at the stunned students below, getting angry.
Come: "Look at you, you don't have a little girl who can see deeply, so all these years of writing papers have been in vain?"
"Senior brothers and sisters must also know this, but you just want to make a joke with Teacher Guan, right?" Just as the volcano was about to erupt again, the little girl's soft voice was like a clear spring, pouring on the flames with a "swish".
A trace of extinguished black smoke appeared and immediately dissipated in the air.
The students who were waiting in formation breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Yu Jian behind them (beside them), showing grateful smiles.
very nice--
Once again, he escaped death in the hands of an old pervert——
…
Guan Shanyue's words yesterday reminded Yu Jian that it was now the severe winter, and during the Tang Dynasty, the streets and alleys of Chang'an were full of Jiangnan plum blossom cakes.
The smoke from the morning market and the oven set up by the vendors contained palm-sized white cakes decorated with dried fruits and jujube paste. They smelled sweet and were soft, glutinous and powdery when swallowed.
Yu Jian swallowed unconsciously and sped up the movements of her hands. She hadn't eaten plum blossom cake for a long time, and she was panicking...
Add yeast and sugar to the flour, add warm water and stir to form a batter, cover with plastic wrap and ferment. The fermented batter will expand by half, and will bubble slightly when lifted up with a spoon.
The plum blossom cake pot is very interesting, like a honeycomb, with a hexagonal surface, and the inside is divided into seven small cones that are wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, with a plum blossom pattern on the top. She searched several stores before finding a style.
The oldest.
Then he dug out the small charcoal stove that Wu Guoliang had hidden under the cabinet, filled it with charcoal, and heated the pot.
The filling is made in advance, the date paste filling is mixed with honey sauce, which is sweet but not greasy, and full of fragrance. After the pot is heated, brush a thin layer of base oil on it, and put a spoonful of batter.
Then press the date paste filling on top, cover it with a thick layer of batter, sprinkle a handful of dried fruits and chopped dried dates on the surface, and finally add a pinch of black sesame seeds, cover it, and bake slowly over low heat.
Ji Jue, who was in the room opposite, sniffed: "It smells so good..."
Only then did Wu Guoliang remember that he had forgotten about Yu Jian! He patted his head, stretched his crossed legs to the ground, lazily stepped on the heels of his shoes, and walked out, not forgetting to drag him up by the door.
Ji Jue stood there stupidly: "Let's go, let's take you to meet new friends -"
When he entered the kitchen, Yu Jian was boiling the pot, took the small spatula given by the merchant, and scratched the original shape of the mold bit by bit.
Ji Jue followed Wu Guoliang, only feeling the tangy fragrance. Just when he was about to take a look, he heard a crisp voice: "Uncle Wu, are you at home?" It was like the cry of an oriole, soft and sweet.
Then I heard the voice say: "That's just right, come and try the plum blossom cake I made."
Ji Jue never imagined that he would be able to sit at the same table and eat face to face with the famous small boss in his lifetime.
The freshly baked plum blossom cake is still steaming. In the cold winter, you don’t even have to blow it. Just take a bite and the hot fillings pour out. It’s a bit hot, but you can’t bear to put it down. The jujube paste filling is dense and sweet, and it’s just delicious.
The crispy dough on the edges is so delicious!
Even Wu Guoliang ate two in one go, peeling the dried fruit on the plum blossom surface and chewing it loudly: "When I went to Nanshi that year, I also ate it once. It was filled with red bean filling. I didn't pay attention to the texture on my tongue.
He also got burnt and couldn't eat for several days!" He also felt a little emotional when talking about anecdotes from his youth, and pointed to the plum blossom cake in his hand, "No matter how good you are at this, people in the capital love it.
Eat jujube puree, what, are you going to put it in a restaurant?"
Yu Jian was in a good mood, and tilted her head after listening to his words: "That won't work, it's too troublesome to make." She had been looking for this mold for a long time, and she could only make a few at a time. Plum blossom cakes are edible.
It's the freshly baked one.
Ji Jue heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart. He also saw the stove just now. It was too small.
"Abba, little boss, this plum blossom cake is much more delicious than the sponge cake you make..." He turned to Ji Liangyou and said, their sponge cake shop is quite famous in Taiwan Province, and many people come here because of its reputation.
But Ji Jue felt that the pastry, which was bland and soft to the touch, was really boring to eat and was far inferior to the plum blossom cake in his hand.
"Song cake?" Yu Jian was a little surprised, "Steamed with water?"
At this time, Ji Liangyou was also stunned, and then he looked at the little girl in front of him, who was only a few years older than his son, with burning eyes: "Do you know the steaming method?"