Forty-five minutes later, the get out of class bell rang, and the teacher gave an order. Everyone stopped writing, and the students in the last row stood up and collected the test papers one by one.
Huang Nuan held on to her paper and refused to let go, shouting: "I haven't finished it yet, I haven't finished it yet!"
Yu Jian held her wrist, opened her fingers that were holding the test paper one by one, and said the cruelest words in a gentle tone.
"Stop struggling, finishing or not will have no impact on your grades."
Huang Nuan looked at Yu Jian blankly and didn't even refute. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that there was nothing wrong with what she said!
She pounced on Yu Jian, rubbed her head hard on Yu Jian's shoulder, and pursed her lips in aggrieved words: "Ajian, you are so uninteresting that you didn't even copy it for me."
This sudden physical contact made Yu Jian a little confused. She stiffened and did not dare to move. She stretched out her right index finger, touched Huang Nuan's forehead, and pushed her away.
"You dare to say that you didn't notice my multiple-choice question??"
Fortunately, she had put in a lot of trouble, and even the fill-in-the-blank questions had probably been read by Huang Nuan. This guy was not satisfied yet. Did he have to copy the entire composition word for word before he was done?
"Okay, okay! I know Ah Jian is the best!"
Accept it as soon as you see fit, those who know the current affairs are heroes! Huang Nuan happily hugged Yu Jian's arm and leaned against her affectionately, "I'll treat you to some cakes after school!"
People in Laoxiang love to eat rice noodles. The rice noodles are made with rice milk and left to cool and solidify into lumps. Then you can choose your favorite ingredients, such as ham sausage, pickled cabbage patties or preserved vegetable eggs and bird eggs. The most important thing is
Drizzle with special garlic sauce.
This kind of cake is salty and delicious, with the unique spiciness of garlic, and it melts in your mouth.
The taste of the cakes made by each restaurant is different. Rao people are good at capturing the subtle differences in taste, so they naturally have their own preferences.
Yu Jian liked the cake stall at the school gate very much. Li Yuanxi also ate it once after traveling across the country and was deeply impressed by the taste.
She also specially packed a bowl to take home and tasted the proportions of ingredients carefully. Even though she knew the spices well, she couldn't make it taste exactly the same.
But what makes Li Yuanxi feel amazing is that the Yu family is also a family of culinary arts. The ancestors of the Yu family were royal chefs during the Guangxu period, and Yu Jian's great-grandfather was Puyi's personal chef. In the early years of the Republic of China, the Yu family was still in the capital.
Opened a restaurant specializing in local cuisine.
Later, during the war, Yu Jian's great-grandfather died in the hands of the Japanese, and the Yu family slowly declined.
When it comes to Yu Jian's father's generation, all he has left behind is a broken Yu family cookbook and fairly solid basic skills. Now he is barely working as a second chef in an old Chinese restaurant in Beijing, even if it does not disgrace the family heritage.
Seeing this, Li Yuanxi was very pleased. If he were reborn in someone else, trying to reveal his former skills would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.
Yu Jian was left behind in the village of Xi'ao since she was a child. She could not see her parents several times a year. When her grandparents got older, Yu Jian took on the housework and often cooked when she was not busy with homework.
"Jian, hurry up, hurry up, you'll have to queue up if you're late!" Huang Nuan urged at the door of the classroom. Yu Jian came back from her thoughts, agreed, and swept all the stationery and books on the desk into her schoolbag.
Two seconds later, she had already put her schoolbag on her back and stood in front of Huang Nuan.
Looking at Yu Jian, who was half a head taller than him, Huang Nuan gestured and was a little dissatisfied: "Jian, you have grown taller again. Why don't I grow taller?"
He walked muttering and complaining all the way.
Before reaching the school gate, waves of aroma wafted over. Yu Jian looked over and saw a long line of small carts, with many students who had just finished school waiting in front of them.
Among them, the most popular one is the Zhangji Cake stall.
Huang Nuan pulled Yu Jian a few steps and ran to him quickly: "Boss, I want to take away two bowls of cake!"
"Okay~" The boss is a man with a rough voice and a slightly chubby body. He quickly flips out a large piece of thick round rice cake from the drawer with one hand, holds the plastic blade with the other hand, and cuts it evenly with a few clicks.
It became a small prismatic piece.
Putting his hands together, he put these rice dumplings into the transparent packaging box, then opened the long ingredient box next to it, put in a spoonful of ham sausage, a little preserved vegetable, and finally, poured a spoonful of red garlic juice on top.
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"It's ready! The cakes have just been steamed!" The boss tied the knot skillfully and did not forget to pay attention when handing it to Huang Nuan.
"It's okay, it's not hot!" Huang Nuan replied sweetly.
Only then did Yu Jian realize that the cake was still steaming, the smoke was rising upwards, and the white cake was below. It was extremely beautiful.
There is no middle school in the village, so Yu Jian and Huang Nuan have to take a boat out of the island to attend classes at the county school every day.
Grandma Yu had been waiting at the intersection for a long time, and she was relieved when she saw the two people coming back talking and laughing. A Jian has been a bit dull since she fell into the water, and Grandma Yu was worried that there was something wrong with her. Now it seems
, he should still be scared.
After waving to the two of them, Grandma Yu's voice increased: "Nuan Nuan, your grandfather went to see Lao Huang of Xicun for a drink. Come and have dinner at my place tonight!"
After hearing this, Huang Nuan became angry again. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out: "Smelly grandpa, I told him not to drink! Why are you so disobedient!"
Yu Jian grabbed her, saw her looking over in confusion, and shook her head: "Your grandpa is sensible, let's go, go home for dinner first."
Probably because Huang Nuan also came to the house for dinner today, Grandma Yu’s cooking was more generous than usual. She cooked shrimps, a bowl of braised pork, fried vegetables, and a pot of thick white porridge, which aroused Huang Nuan’s belly.
There are hungry insects.
"I'm going to fry some oyster cakes, you guys eat first." Grandma Yu put on her apron and headed to the kitchen.
Yu Jian stood in front of her and put the cold cake in her hand: "I'll do it."
Grandma Yu wanted to refuse, but backed down under Yu Jian's insistent gaze, and put the apron on her again: "Be careful, don't get oil splashed."
The oysters were sent by the fishermen in the village. They were medium in size and suitable for making oysters.
Yu Jian took the knife, found the gap in the oyster shell, pushed the tip of the knife in with a slight force, and the oyster shells opened. She opened all the oysters one by one in a few minutes.
Mix fresh oysters with starch and rinse gently, rinse away all attached dirt, then put it into a bowl, add garlic leaves, eggs, local sweet potato powder and a few drops of fish sauce, stir evenly, and this will become oyster paste.
When Yu Jian was still Li Yuanxi, there was a special snack in Guanglu Temple's recipe book called crispy oyster omelette. This was told to Li Yuanxi by a friend living in Nanhai when she was traveling in the Central Plains.
After the man finished describing it, she was so eloquent that she began to study it when she returned to Chang'an.
Heat the lard in the pan. When the temperature is high enough and small bubbles begin to appear in the oil, scoop the marinated oysters into the hot pan and spread them flat. Spread them lightly with a spatula. During the frying process, gently
Shake the handle of the pot to prevent it from sticking until both sides are golden brown. Finally, sprinkle with coriander segments to garnish and serve.
Yu Jian brought the oyster omelette to the table. Huang Nuan couldn't wait, so he stretched out his chopsticks and picked it up gently.
There is only a crisp sound when you put it in your mouth. The tenderness of the oyster meat and the crispiness of the bread are really crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Huang Nuan was addicted to this charming taste and ate without raising his head...