border cook

The egg tarts Jiang Yanyi made in a small bowl were huge, and she was so full that she burped after eating two.

There was still half of the egg tart "liquid" left, and she was afraid that it would be spoiled, so she poured it all into the egg tart shell and baked it in the oven.

With the first experience, Jiang Yanyi was able to control the heat better this time, and none of the baked egg tarts were burnt.

The texture of the thousand-fold pleats on the egg tart skin is clear, and the egg tart "liquid" in the middle swells slightly after being heated and condensed. The golden "yellow" egg tart is paired with a small white porcelain pear flower-shaped bowl, which is exquisite in appearance.

Jiang Yanyi thinks it's time to consider adding egg tarts to the hot pot restaurant's dessert menu.

She took out the egg tarts to cool, and used tongs to clamp the unburned large pieces of charcoal from the firepit under the oven into the earthen pottery jar on the side. will go out.

This is a common way for ordinary people to collect charcoal. When cooking, they pick out the charcoal from the stove and store it in a jar, so that in winter, they can also save some charcoal and save some money for buying charcoal.

There was a sudden knock on the door from the shop in front, and with the experience of Hu Wanwan making trouble in the morning, the two of them were more cautious.

Jiang Yanyi went to the front shop in person, saw through the crack of the door that it was the housekeeper from the Fengfu next door, and opened the door.

Fuxi took two servants with him, smiled and clasped fists at Jiang Yanyi: "I'm really sorry to bother my neighbors."

Jiang Yanyi hurriedly said: "Where, what you said made sense. There was a rogue in the shop this morning. Fortunately, the soldiers of your mansion drove away the rogue."

Fu Xi asked concerned: "Did the neighbors get hurt by the people under that rogue?"

"Not really." Jiang Yanyi took a step back and said, "Go in and sit down, and I'll pour you a bowl of tea."

Fuxi waved his hand: "In the future, if that rogue will make trouble again, the neighbors can just call someone to come to the house to inform them. There are many soldiers in the house, but a rogue is not a problem."

"Today, I didn't come here to ask for tea. The empress and concubine don't have a good appetite these days. She often puts away the bowls and chopsticks before taking a few mouthfuls of food. The people below can only try to make some snacks that suit her taste. I heard that the neighbors are good at Chef, I came here to ask for help."

Jiang Yanyi smiled and said, "I'm not good at dim sum, so I don't dare to use an axe in front of your cook. But it's just a coincidence, I made some dim sum today, you see, if I think it's okay, I can present it to the empress dowager It is also an honor for the small shop to be here."

With that said, Jiang Yanyi signaled Okra to fetch the egg tarts from the kitchen.

Not long after, the okra came out with six egg tarts on a tray, and a sweet and greasy "milk" fragrance filled the air instantly.

When Fuxi was on duty in the palace, she had seen many desserts made by the Imperial Dining Room. When she saw this dessert, she still had to say that it was really exquisite.

Jiang Yanyi picked up one and handed it to him: "Try it."

Fu Xi took a sip, looked quite surprised, and praised: "Is the arhat cake used as the base? It's so crispy! The top is as tender as "milk" tofu, and the neighbor is really skillful!"

Arhat cakes are named after layers of cakes, which look like a stack of Arhats. When making egg tarts, they are also folded in several layers. There are some similarities between the two.

"You're overrated." Jiang Yanyi said with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Xi said: "I have a heartless request, would my neighbor teach the cook of the palace to make this dim sum? This 100 taels is considered to be buying the recipe of dim sum from the neighbor. Don't worry, the cook of the palace cooks this recipe. It will never be rumored, and it will only be used in the palace for the emperor and concubine."

As he spoke, he took out a silver note of 100 taels from his sleeve.

Selling an egg tart recipe for 100 taels is definitely a surefire deal.

I have already spent a lot of money to decorate the store by myself, and I have to buy ingredients and so on. The money in my hand is indeed stretched. The people from the Fengfu came to the door at this time. It was just about to doze off, and someone handed it over. Pillow.

Jiang Yanyi was a little moved, but he was worried that the other party was Feng Shuo and had already received a lot of favors from Feng Shuo, so he didn't want to take advantage of others, so he said: "Minutes will have to rely on your family's blessing to open a shop here in the future, a recipe for dim sum Forget it, how can I still charge you money."

She knows that the empress and concubine have a noble status. If she buys food outside, if there is any problem with the food, it will involve so many problems that it is difficult to explain. It is the safest way to give the recipe to the palace and let the cooks in the palace cook it by themselves. .

Fuxi laughed and said: "Since the neighbors are open for business, how can we let the neighbors suffer? The palace collects menus and gives them all at this price. Don't refuse the neighbors."

When he said this, Jiang Yanyi immediately felt relieved, he didn't have to be so generous to her alone.

There is a saying that money and goods pay off, so you won't feel guilty in your heart.

Ever since Feng Shuo's coquettish operation that day, Jiang Yanyi reflected on himself day and night, for fear that he would take advantage of others.

How can I describe this feeling? It’s like when a male classmate said he liked you when you were in school, and you thought it was impossible for you to have sex with him, and you told him about it, but when he bought you a breakfast or something, you still accepted everything.

This is bullshit.

After confirming the deal, choosing a date is worse than bumping into it. Jiang Yanyi asked Qiukui to look after the house, and followed Fuxi to teach next door.

The Duhu Mansion is the courtyard of Qijin. After Jiang Yanyi entered the mansion, he suspected that he was walking a university campus on foot. The reason was too big...

She now understands why Fuxi would say that the west courtyard of the mansion is idle, the yard is so big, Feng Shuo is alone, and the only mistress of the mansion is the Empress Dowager, naturally some small courtyards will be empty come out.

How did Jiang Yanyi know that Fuxi deliberately led her around in a big circle, just to pass by the greenhouse.

Fuxi occasionally introduced some courtyards along the way. When he passed the flower house, he said with regret: "The two masters in the house don't like to take care of flowers and plants. It's a pity that such a big flower house has been empty. I thought about it many times." Rent out this flower house, but can't find a tenant..."

Jiang Yan noticed the pot of chili peppers in her backyard, and a thought was surging in her mind. She tentatively asked: "I saw that the flower house in your house is so well built, even if you rent it, the rent is not cheap, right?"

How could Fuxi not know that this was the little girl spying on him, he said: "The palace doesn't expect to earn the rent from the flower house, it's just that our family sees that the flower house has been vacant and feels that this place is wasted. "

Jiang Yanyi hesitated a few times before opening his mouth: "Housekeeper, can you not rent the entire flower house in your mansion, but rent it by the square foot?"

Fuxi said: "Of course it will be done. If the neighbors want to use the flower house, they can just use it directly, and there is no need for rent..."

"The rent must be paid." Jiang Yanyi hurriedly interrupted Fuxi, thinking that the pepper seedlings had been settled, she had a smile on her face: "Since we are neighbors with your mansion, how can we always take advantage of your mansion. "

Fuxi nodded secretly, and seeing that she was not greedy for petty gains, she realized that there was really nothing wrong with the character of the girl in front of her.

In the end, Jiang Yanyi rented a small piece of land in Duhufu Green House at the market price.

After she taught the cooks in the palace how to make egg tarts, she devoted all her attention to raising pepper seedlings when she got home.

And the egg tarts she made in the palace were sent to Feng Shuo.

When Fu Xi sent it over, he said something special: "This is made when the girl from the Jiang family next door is invited to come to the house to teach the cook."

Feng Shuo looked at the official document in his hand without squinting: "Put it down."

Fuxi put the egg tart in the small white jade bowl on the edge of Fengshuo's case, bowed and stepped back, and said: "I heard from the servants of Mingtan Court that the emperor and concubine used half of the time for this dessert. Block, thinking about it, I really like it."

Feng Shuo's eyes brightened slightly.

After Fuxi left, he took a sip of the egg tart on the table. The taste was sweeter than expected. The aroma of "milk" was mixed with the aroma of eggs. The inner layer was soft and tender, and the outer shell was crispy. Like mille-feuille, rich in taste.

Feng Shuo took care of the remaining three egg tarts without hesitation.

The official document in his hand suddenly became difficult to read.

He left the study room and went to the west courtyard.

When he arrived at the gazebo in the west courtyard, Feng Shuo habitually stood with his arms folded against the pillars of the pavilion, his piercing phoenix eyes half-down, and his jaw line delicate and cold.

The breeze gently floated his hem embroidered with red gold and dark red, and the black iron wristband on his hand reflected sparkling luster under the sun.

The blood-soaked gauze dried and fainted a faint yellow, still entangled in his palm, when the wind blew by, there was a burst of itching, as if when she helped him bandage the wound that day, she inadvertently Touching the soft fingertips of his palm.

Feng Shuo subconsciously folded his five fingers together to grab something, and when the wound on his palm was squeezed and felt a little painful, his bewildered eyes suddenly became clear.

Feng Shuo slightly turned his head to look at the pomegranate tree in the corner of the courtyard, his eyes scattered far away, he likes staying here.

Across the wall, any sound from the opposite yard could be heard clearly in his ears.

He couldn't remember when he started to miss someone. At first, he thought she was a secret agent, and caring about her every move seemed to be a matter of course.

Later, he discovered that she was his sense of taste, and when he was upset, he always wanted to go to her side, in order to be able to perceive the five tastes, it seemed nothing.

But some things are seeds that fell in the heart early in the morning, and they will germinate even more after a little rain and dew, and grow wildly like weeds.

Rescuing her on that moonlit night was an accident, and my heart has been "chaotic" since then.

According to the folk customs of the Great Xuan Dynasty, a woman lost her innocence if a man looked at her feet. If she was in an ordinary family, she would marry her.

He accidentally saw half of her shoulder. If she was a good girl, he would have to be responsible for her.

But she is a "prostitute".

He still remembers the unknown anger that rose from the bottom of his heart after the brief shock that night.

He didn't know how many men before him had seen that snowy shoulder that made him occasionally dream about a room in the middle of the night.

Feng Shuo himself knew that this anger came out of nowhere, she was a beautiful woman, and she was in a military camp surrounded by jackals, how could she protect herself if she was not so hypocritical and submissive?

But maybe it's because he hasn't been in contact with many women since he joined the army, and the half snow shoulder under that moonlit night really quickly became his inner demon.

He is jealous of the man who once got her.

After opening the curtain that day, knowing that she was changing clothes inside, he still broke in, not because he didn't want to respect her, but because of the wickedness in his heart.

He felt unbearable, why did he always miss that camp "prostitute"?

Is it because I never got it, so I always have illusions?

The moment she asked her to go out, there was a subtle anger in his heart.

I can't describe my despicable and even bad thoughts at that moment, he is jealous of any man who has seen her look like that, why can't he?So he rushed in impulsively.

The closer he was to her, the clearer the words his concubine mother taught him when he was young.

Feng Shuo was sure that he had a lot of shameful thoughts about her, but for the rest of his life, did he think that he was the "prostitute" of this camp?

Feng Shuo at that time didn't know.

She returned the cloak to him, but he didn't take it back. On the one hand, he saw that she was wearing thin clothes, and on the other hand, he wanted to keep something with her in his heart.

There were many mysteries about her identity, and later he was more willing to believe that she was a spy who had been carefully placed beside him.

If it were his previous method, Yue Mo would have directly killed him.But at the moment of doubt, what he thought was how to tear out the mastermind behind her, pull out her minions, and keep her by his side.

The dishes she cooked were to his liking, Feng Shuo deceived himself like this back then.

When everything that happened later pointed out that she was not a spy, nor was she the prostitute of the Jiang family, Feng Shuo had already accepted the fact that she was an ordinary prostitute.

He should have let her go home, but... he couldn't bear it.

So he told Chi Qing that her household registration could not be verified, and she would not be included in the roster of good girls who could go home for the time being.

On the day when he picked up his mother and concubine, when he got drunk at Laifu Restaurant and accidentally discovered that she was his taste, Feng Shuo was a little happy in his heart. He seemed to have finally found a reasonable reason for him to keep her by his side.

Knowing that she wanted to rent the house next door to his own, he changed the list of "prostitutes" in the good family camp that day when he returned.

But she kept saying that she wanted to find her fiancé, which inexplicably made him feel uncomfortable. He deliberately used her status as a "prostitute" to stab her.At that time, he wanted to say that your fiancé knows about your past, he may not want you anymore, but I will.

He has been arrogant for half his life, and he can't say such words in the end, but she is indeed about to be bullied and cried by himself. At that moment, he had countless bad thoughts in his heart through the strength of alcohol. He really wanted to "bully" her and put She "bullyed" to cry.

At the same time, there is a sense of guilt. After all these years, I came here with a pure heart and few desires. Why do I suddenly have so many despicable thoughts about a camp "prostitute"?

The night before she left the barracks, he sat in the barracks for the whole night. He couldn't accept such a despicable self.

That night he thought, since she was all about her fiancé, let her go.

Her shop is adjacent to the Protectorate's Mansion, as long as she can recover her sense of taste.

He still couldn't quite see where his attachment to her came from, it was all due to his sense of taste.

Until he was thrown a cup of tea when he returned home to pay respects to his concubine mother, the family affection that supported him for so many years became depressed, and the first person he wanted to see was her.

Don't do anything, don't say anything, as long as you stay in a place with her quietly, you will feel better.

Later, when An Fu mentioned the issue of heirs, when he thought of the person who would have children together in the future, she was the one who popped into his mind.

Instead of marrying a rich and powerful woman who can't fault her manners, he prefers to follow his own heart. He has already tasted enough bitterness in the first half of his life, and he wants to live more freely in the second half of his life.

Feng Shuo confessed, he really fell in love with a camp prostitute.

He accepted everything that belonged to her in the past, and was willing to treat her as a wife from now on, but he felt uneasy, he had such a bad reputation, and he didn't treat her well before, so why should people like him?

He clumsily used his own way to test, desperately wanting to grasp another kind of light besides family affection that could pull him out of the gloom.

He thought she responded to his liking, but when the truth was that he would make a mistake, a lot of malice arose in his heart.

He had never tried so hard to please anyone.

He has tried his best to learn to be a gentle person...Why should she treat him like this?

At that moment, he felt wronged and resentful.

He was not a good person in the first place, and he really wanted to show her how bad he was, to let him know what kind of lunatic he was, but this lunatic was trying to become better for some unattainable things...

The prey that the wolf is eyeing will not let go easily.

It's just that he discovered her true identity before he planned to weave a big net to trap her.

are you happy?

Not too happy.

Up to now, to him, it didn't matter who she was.

What he took a fancy to was only her, it had nothing to do with everything she attached to.

He will become the best hunter, letting the prey fall into his well-designed trap.

In the morning, the parrot that called "My Fair Lady" a few times because of the inopportune moment was locked in a cage next to it, thinking about it.

It tilted its head several times, carefully staring at Feng Shuo with a pair of black bean-like eyes, but because the eyes were covered with a circle of white eye shadow, it looked particularly like a sand sculpture.

The parrot pecked at the empty trough twice with its large, pointed red beak, and then stared at Feng Shuo several times, only to find that the other party hadn't noticed that it had emptied the trough all afternoon.

In the end, for a bite to eat, it put down its dignity and tried to show its loud and clear voice to the dog's "forced" owner: "Stupid bird! The bird is starving to death!"

"Silly bird, the bird is starving to death!"