This little woman's stall is indeed simple enough. On the chopping board, apart from a few pickled side dishes, there are only some minced green onions and dough that has been kneaded long ago.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but smile as he opened several coarse porcelain bowls. There was even some mutton.
What a bad luck!
Seeing Wang Zi'an skillfully kneading the dough and handling the bit of mutton, the young woman felt relieved.
“I didn’t expect that the young master can cook——”
Prince An smiled and nodded.
"Not only can I cook, my craftsmanship is also pretty good - if you look at it, they are all very simple meals. You can try to cook them for the guests later..."
The young woman smiled and said nothing.
Anyway, these young men have all kinds of hobbies. I guess they just want to be fresh when cooking. If the food they cook can be eaten, it will be good.
As long as it doesn't burn or burn, you can just watch it.
Wang Zi'an didn't pay attention to her expression. He washed the mutton and cut it into small pieces. He also took out a few green onions from under the chopping board, threw them away, and cut them into small sections. He picked a few peeled garlic cloves and held them up.
Kitchen knife, smash it into pieces with a snap.
Seeing the young man in front of her, busy working and wasting the good onions and garlic in a mess, the young woman couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
At this time, I saw that the water in the pot had begun to boil and splash.
Wang Zi'an put down the mutton in his hand, held up the dough, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and swiped the noodles, which were uniform in size, thickness, and shape, and flew them into the boiling hot pot.
Hey, it’s good to be a martial arts master. This knife cuts the noodles perfectly!
This move is a bit cool.
The flashing light of the sword almost blinded the little woman, and she was slightly in a trance without realizing it.
Just for a moment, I saw the extremely handsome young man in front of me put down the dough, picked up the suet on the chopping board and threw it into the pot on the other side.
The mutton melts sizzlingly.
The little woman couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes in distress, there was no such thing as such a waste!
Just as he was about to speak to stop him, he saw Wang Zi'an pick up the cleaned mutton slices and pour them in at once.
"Sir, please don't—"
Originally, it looked like this young man was kneading dough and slicing meat. Who knew it was a mallet, so he just wasted some onions and garlic, but now he poured the mutton directly into the hot pot...
Without a stop, a whole plate of mutton was ruined.
The young woman felt distressed just looking at him.
"Nothing, this is the correct way to eat mutton..."
Wang Zi'an proudly stirred the mutton in the pot with a spatula, observing the color and joking casually.
"Correct way to open?"
Are you open?
You obviously poured it in!
"It's better to fish it out now..."
Before he finished speaking, the fragrance of mutton began to waft out of the oil pan. When the words reached his mouth, he couldn't help but swallow them back.
Wang Zi'an smiled and poured the chopped green onions into the hot pot. The flavors of the mutton and fresh green onions stimulated each other, and the aroma suddenly overflowed. Even Wang Zi'an couldn't help but swallow his saliva. This original ingredient
It was indeed first-class, which somewhat made up for the lack of condiments.
A pound of mutton was almost fried in, filling a large plate.
Smelling the fragrance, you can't help but lick your fingers.
Wang Zi'an rubbed his hands excitedly and was just about to invite the little girl to eat together when he heard a gentle voice.
"This is the first time I've seen someone eat mutton like this. Could you please give me some love so that I can have a taste of it?"
Wang Zi'an turned around and saw two old Taoist priests with immortal demeanor and white hair and childlike faces, standing on the side of the street, looking at him with smiles.
At first glance, these two Taoist priests seemed to be eighty or ninety years old, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to be only sixty or seventy years old. People couldn't help but marvel.
"If you two don't mind, you might as well sit down and eat together. Anyway, I can't eat so much by myself."
Seeing that they were two old monks, Wang Zi'an smiled and nodded. While inviting the two old men to sit down, he called the little girl who was watching eagerly to eat.
"Come on, little one, come and have dinner with your brother..."
"Brother, Ying'er is not hungry——"
As the little girl spoke, she looked straight at the fragrant green onion fried mutton and secretly swallowed her saliva.
The prince was happy when he settled down. He looked back at the young woman who kept saying goodbye, and waved his hand casually.
"It's just a little bit of food. I'll follow my child and let her eat with me -"
The young woman was about to refuse, but couldn't help but glance at the child who was staring at the mutton and swallowing saliva. She gritted her teeth and seemed to have made up her mind. She bent down and took out a jar of wine from under the chopping board.
"Then thank you so much, sir. I have nothing but a little wine for you to quench your thirst."
Wang Zi'an smiled and nodded.
"That's okay, it just so happens that I've recovered from my alcoholism now -"
When the young woman heard this, the look on her face became much more natural.
Wang Zi'an smiled, and while calling the little girl named Ying'er over, he stood up and took out the noodles.
"It's a pity that there are no rape leaves, otherwise this shaved noodles would be perfect——"
Wang Zi'an looked at the sliced noodles in his hand and shook his head with regret.
"Is this shaved noodles?"
Looking at the shaved noodles with chopped green onions and an alluring aroma, the two old men resisted curiosity and picked them with chopsticks. Then they looked at each other in tacit understanding and praised.
"Brother, what a superb swordsmanship..."
Wang Zian glanced at the two old men with some surprise and smiled casually.
"Practice makes perfect. Try this noodle. Compared with the ordinary ones on the market, it has some characteristics-"
As Wang Zi'an spoke, he helped the little girl pick up a chopstick of mutton fried with green onions.
"Come on, let's try your brother's craftsmanship..."
The little guy couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.
As soon as the meat enters your mouth, your little eyes light up.
"It's delicious, it's delicious - big brother, can I let my mother-in-law have a bite?"
Wang Zi'an glanced at her in surprise and nodded approvingly. Hearing this, the little woman on the side quickly shook her head and refused.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir, no need, no need -"
Wang Zi'an didn't force himself and nodded with a smile.
"Remember what I did just now? Go back and practice it yourself..."
The breakfast was quite lively with the participation of Xiaoyatou and two old Taoist priests.
The two old Taoist priests, in particular, seemed to have traveled extensively, and during their chat, they revealed so many treasures about the local customs and customs of various places that Prince An couldn't help but be quite surprised.
While he was eating and talking, he suddenly heard a big commotion in front of him, and soon he heard a burst of chaotic and rapid footsteps.
"Quick, quick, go to the Huichun Hall and ask for the doctor—Boss, hold on—"
Several people looked up in surprise, and saw several government officials not far away covered in blood, carrying an unconscious middle-aged head catcher, running towards this direction in a panic, with blood dripping along the way.
It was ticking, ticking, and flowing downwards. It was obvious that the injury was serious.
When the two old Taoist priests saw this, they immediately stood up and shouted hello without caring about eating.