Tang Shijin said: "There is a word you definitely don't recognize."
"Oh?" Yan Baiwei said, "What's the word?"
She asked: "Would you like to make a bet first?"
"Okay," Yan Langjun said very confidently, "If I don't know you, I will be your free accountant... But what you write must be one word, and you can't write it wrong."
Tang Shijin said: "Of course."
So she wrote it on paper.
Yan Baiwei frowned: "Is this the same word?"
She smiled and said, "Yes!"
Yan Baiwei said: "Is this really a word?"
"Yes, yes!" Tang Shijin said: "You can't just say it's not a word just because you don't know it, right?"
Even Tao Chengqi was very interested and came out to take a look. Yan Baiwei said, "Do you know him?"
Tao Chengqi said: "I really know him."
Yan Baiwei raised his eyebrows and Tao Chengqi said: "This word seems to refer to a kind of noodles in Guanzhong, called biangbiang noodles, right?"
Tang Shijin smiled and nodded.
That's right, this is the legendary Chinese character that a computer cannot type.
biangbiang noodle biang.
Jin of the Tang Dynasty said: "There is also a song for this character, 'One point and one horizontal length, two characters for the mouth to seal the beam, a silk lining on both sides, and a horse on behalf of the king in the middle. You are also long and so am I. The heart is here to lay the foundation, and the moon is
Come and lean against the wall, put a bar through your body, and smash a nail to hang your clothes.'"
As she spoke, she wrote it again and said with a smile: "Free accounting?"
"I'm willing to admit defeat," Yan Baiwei smiled and stood up, handing over his hands: "My boss, you are so polite."
Tang Shijin put his hands on his hips and laughed: "Hahaha!" She put the brush into his hand: "Come on, eyelash master! I finally don't have to practice calligraphy!"
Yan Baiwei: "..."
He asked doubtfully: "What did you just call me??"
A beautiful meal in the Tang Dynasty.
Just as a young man outside called the door, she ran out in a flash.
Yan Baiwei said helplessly: "This little brat!"
He Qingkui, the youngest son of the clan leader, said through the doorway: "Jin Yatou, we have already invited Ma Banxian'er. The date is the day after tomorrow. In addition, we have to prepare incense burners and other sacrifices. Li Zheng said that he will help when the time comes.
Don’t rush to buy it, we’ll talk about it the next morning... By the way, Li Zheng said, you just need to prepare a red envelope worth six or two six cents, Ma Banxian will take it to worship the gods."
Tang Shijin agreed one by one.
After returning to the room, she began to complain: "I'm not telling you that this Ma Banxian'er is unreliable at first glance! If there is any enlightenment from Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, then you think she is a worshiper of Buddha? But the amount of money is six liang and six cents.
, as soon as I heard it, it was for "people". If it cost nine taels and nine dollars, I would believe it a little bit... Six, I only think of the Six Paths! Is it possible that when I send an ancestor to reincarnate, I have to sacrifice to the Six Paths? It's like you want to be
Do you think it's ridiculous for a small county government official to have to bribe the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty?"
Yan Baiwei laughed out loud: "You are so knowledgeable."
She raised her eyebrows: "Am I wrong?"
"Yes, that's right." Yan Baiwei smiled and said, "Then you still agree?"
Tang Shijin said: "This kind of thing can calm people's hearts. Otherwise, the whole village will be in panic. Why bother?"
Yan Baiwei nodded.
Brother Lei rarely interrupted: "Sister, let's go to the temple and light a lantern for grandma and grandma!"
Tang Shijin hummed: "When you are older and have passed this incident, we will go and say goodbye and light the lantern."
Tao Chengqi scolded softly, "I've been distracted this morning. I thought the situation was special, so I won't punish him now, but not next time."
Brother Lei lowered his hands quickly and said, "Yes."
Tang Shijin grinned, turned around and came out, followed by Yan Baiwei. Tang Shijin whispered: "I think you look like Tao Chengqi!"
"Look like him??" Yan Langjun said with disgust on his face: "How can I look like him?"
Tang Shijin smiled and said: "It's that feeling of being very unreliable at ordinary times, but very reliable in business." She walked to the kitchen as she said it: "You asked him to teach Brother Lei for me?"
"No," Yan Baiwei said, "Since he has to stay here, he naturally has to find something to do for himself, otherwise he will have nothing to eat?"
Tang Shijin glanced at him.
He sat at the stone table with one hand on the stone table, looking very at ease.
She suddenly thought, why do you have to stay here?
She doesn't think her craftsmanship is really that good, nor does she think Brother Lei is so good that people want to keep him as soon as they meet him. Maybe Tao Chengqi is just worried that his "time is running out"? So she finds a reason to stay by his side.
That’s all.
She whispered: "Brother Bo Wei, can I make crystal elbows for you to eat?"
Yan Baiwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why are you talking to me like you are talking to brother He Lei?"
As he said this, he adapted well. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, saying in a very calm, yet vaguely pampering and proud tone: "I also want a milk-stuffed fish."
Tang Shijin was surprised: "How did you know that I bought a copper hot pot?"
She directed him: "Go to the place where I invited you to eat fish the second time. There are bamboo cages in the water. Go and see if there are any fish and bring two."
Yan Baiwei hummed calmly, and then went out with his hands behind his back.
Fish stuffed with milk is called Guozi fish in milk soup in modern times. It is said that once officials in the Tang Dynasty were promoted, they would offer this delicacy to the emperor, taking the auspicious meaning of "fish leaping over the dragon's gate" for a bright future.
Of course, just listen to the legend. The key to this dish is the "milk soup". Just this soup requires chicken, duck, elbow, bones, ham, and dried shrimps to be simmered together, so I definitely won't be able to eat it in the morning.
Already.
She had crystal pork elbows for lunch, and it wasn't until the afternoon when the "milk soup" was simmering that she started making pot fish in milk soup.
Clean the fish, split it in half from the middle, cut into pieces along the grain, add rice wine and salt, and cover it carefully.
Then cut the radish into thin strips, blanch them in a pot, put spinach, tofu, and vermicelli into the pot and cook, soak mushrooms, dried shrimps, and winter bamboo shoots in hot water until soft and slice them into slices.
Heat oil in a pan, put marinated fish fillets in, fry on both sides until golden brown, then take out and drain.
Add oil and flour to the pot again, stir constantly until it turns snow-white, then pour in the prepared stock and fish pieces, add salt, wine, onions, and ginger, and simmer slowly over low heat.
This dish can be eaten as a hot pot, so Tang Shijin directly used a low table, moved the small clay stove in, and put the pot on the small clay stove.
Put the spinach, tofu, radish, vermicelli and other things that were blanched before and put them on the table.
At a glance, the pot is filled with thick white soup, with a layer of golden oil floating on the surface. The aroma is fragrant and tempting to the appetite.
Moreover, the spiritual spring water she put in this time was not diluted. She directly added about half a wine glass. The fish meat was delicious and tender as soon as it was eaten. The milk soup was also full of flavor and left an endless aftertaste. And when the fish was almost eaten, you could add more milk soup.
, add charcoal fire to boil the vegetables, fish pieces and vegetables can also be dipped in ginger vinegar sauce.
The family was extremely satisfied with the meal.
After eating, Mr. Peach Blossom was still very excited and wrote a poem and posted it on the wall. Tang Shijin looked at it curiously...
It's very good, it's wildly cursive and dripping with ink. It's very nice, but I don't know a word of it.