Shen Wan was sitting in front of the dressing table. She had put some facial grease on her face and combed her hair. She tied all her black hair on top of her head, revealing her smooth and full forehead. Then she braided all her hair into a braid. Make a thick braid, then twist the braid into a coil, and then insert a hosta with a water drop pendant on one side.
She wore a lake-colored narrow-sleeved cross-neck skirt gauze today, with orchids embroidered on the collar. Paired with her simple hairstyle, she looked very refreshing and energetic. The only flaw was her face. Still a little dark yellow.
After combing her hair, she did stretching exercises in the yard as usual.
"Madam, breakfast is ready." Qiu Ju carried a plate of scallion pancakes, a pile of dried tofu and shredded pork, a plate of kimchi, and two bowls of millet porridge. She walked to the small stone table under the grapevine trellis and put the bowls The dishes were placed on the table one by one.
Shen Wan stopped stretching and walked towards the stone table. As she approached, she smelled the unique sour taste of kimchi, and her mouth began to water. This kimchi was made by her and Qiu Ju five days ago. Yes, because there were no pickle jars in this era, they just found a small jar for pickles. However, they didn’t know if the taste would be the same as the ones she had made before.
As a Sichuanese, although Shen Wan doesn't know how to make spicy chicken, boiled fish, or stir-fry hot pot base, she can make kimchi. When she was young, her parents divorced, and she was sentenced to her mother. , her mother had to go out to make money, so she was always raised by her grandmother. Her grandmother was good at making kimchi, and everyone who had eaten it said good things about her. She also liked eating the kimchi made by her grandmother very much. When she was in college, she went to other places to make kimchi. She lived in a city where she could not bring kimchi because of the long distance, so her grandmother taught her how to make kimchi. She relied on kimchi for three of her four years in college. Although she ate it every day during those three years, she still never got tired of it. .
Qiu Ju held up her chopsticks and said, "I opened the lid today and took a look. I thought the kimchi was edible, so I picked some out."
To be honest, she also wanted to try the kimchi to see what it tasted like. Today it looked like it was almost done, so she picked out some radishes and cabbage.
Shen Wan hurriedly sat down, nodded and said, "It should be soaked."
"Madam's hair..." Qiu Ju then saw the hair that her wife had combed today.
"Why doesn't it look good?" Shen Wan picked up the chopsticks, tilted her head and looked at Qiu Ju and asked.
Qiu Ju nodded hurriedly and said: "It looks good, it looks good, but I have never seen Madam comb it like this." Although this hairstyle looks very simple, it looks very nice, neat and refreshing.
Hearing this, Shen Wan smiled with satisfaction, picked up a piece of radish and put it into her mouth. Because it had been soaked for a long time, the radish was not so crispy, but it was sour and spicy. It was very appetizing. It was unlike her before. Although there is still some difference in the taste of the brewed food, she is already very satisfied with how well it can be soaked.
Although this is a dynasty that has no history, there are still Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers here. And Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers are the soul of Sichuan pickles.
"Qiu Ju, please try it. It tastes very good."
"Slave, let's try it now," Qiu Ju couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, pick up a piece of kimchi, and put it into her mouth.
After tasting the taste, Qiu Ju's eyes lit up. The kimchi was so sour and spicy that it was so appetizing.
"Madam, this kimchi is so delicious." She didn't expect it to taste like this.
When Qiu Ju said it was delicious, Shen Wan felt very accomplished. Kimchi did not exist in this era, and maybe she could make a fortune from it!
Because of the kimchi, both Shen Wan and Qiu Ju drank two more bowls of millet porridge today than usual.
After eating and drinking, Shen Wan suddenly remembered something and said to Qiu Ju: "If someone in Qiu Ju's family asks about the origin of this kimchi recipe in the future, you can't say that it was me who told her."
"Why?" Qiu Ju was puzzled. Didn't this kimchi recipe suddenly pop up in Madam's mind? Madam said that she might have heard this from someone else before, so she suddenly learned it from someone else. It comes to mind.
However, she has never heard of kimchi as a food, and she most likely heard about it from a foreigner.
Shen Wan said: "I was suffering from amnesia, but suddenly a kimchi recipe that no one had heard of suddenly popped up in my mind. When others asked me, I couldn't explain it. I'm afraid it would cause a lot of trouble." She was the happiest person in her life. Afraid of trouble.
Qiu Ju thought for a while and felt that the lady was right, so she asked: "What should I say if others ask me?"
"Hmm..." Ling Xiao held his chin and thought for a while, "Let's just say that you overheard what the refugees said when you were on the way to escape." In this way, even if someone is curious about the origin of kimchi, there is no way to ask.
Qiu Ju nodded and said, "I will remember it."
Qiu Ju collected the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Shen Wan, who had eaten a little too much, walked out of the courtyard and wandered around the huge general's mansion.
While wandering around, she heard a total of four girls and two mothers-in-law talking about her in private, and the content of the discussion was that Song Zhutizi stayed in Fuyun Pavilion for the night. She was old, lustful, jealous and ignorant. The general's wife was about to fall out of favor. When she heard them say that, she was very happy.
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