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His eyes were too deep and scorching, Jiang Yanyi didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and said: "You are the general of Xizhou, if something happens to you, the whole Xizhou will not be messed up."

"Just because of this?"

"Of course, you have saved me several times, I can't just watch that sword cut at you."

"anything else?"

Jiang Yanyi's cheeks were a little hot, she turned her face away and said, "Can't I be kind-hearted and act bravely?"

The corners of Feng Shuo's mouth raised, as if he was about to laugh, but he quickly stopped, a itch rose in his throat, he covered his lips and coughed twice: "It's quite difficult to hear a single truth from your mouth. "

Jiang Yanyi's face became even hotter.

The carriage stopped at Feng's Mansion, and when Jiang Yanyi got off, Feng Shuo said, "I'll come to the store to eat stewed pig's trotters in a while."

Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a while, but he didn't find anything wrong with what he said. He glanced at the blood on his sleeve before remembering: "You go back to the mansion to see the doctor first, don't come out to blow the air, I will send the pig's trotters to the mansion after the stew is done." Come up."

The injury has become like this, but I still want to eat!

"That's fine too." Feng Shuo said.

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Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao went back to the store together with Jiang Yanyi. Yang Xiu recalled that when Jiang Yanyi got out of the car just now, Feng Shuo's help, and the familiar tone of the two. Looking at Jiang Yanyi's back, his brows frowned, and his eyes flashed quickly. After a touch of something.

Although the store has not opened these few days, Okra still has to wipe the dishes and tables every day. Jiang Yanyi told her several times that it is unnecessary to let her not open these few days, but Okra is as stubborn as ever, as if these things are It's the same mission she has to accomplish every day.

When Jiang Yanyi came in from the outside, Okra was putting the freshly cleaned bowl into the cabinet. Seeing Jiang Yanyi, she said puzzledly, "Huahua, your face is so red."

Jiang Yanyi touched her still hot face, and said flickeringly, "Really? Maybe it's because the wind is strong outside, making it red."

Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the two entered the room. Hearing what she said, Yang Xiu glanced at her, but said nothing.

Jiang Yanyi went into the kitchen and looked around, and found that all the ingredients for stewed elbow were complete, but there was no fresh elbow, so he asked Yang Xiu to buy a pork leg from the horse butcher.

As long as it is stewed, what you eat is umami, and it must be too late to hang the soup now.

Jiang Yanyi found some dried bamboo shoots and soaked them in warm water. Stewed bacon with dried bamboo shoots was Jiang Yanyi's father's best dish in his previous life, and it was a must on the New Year's table.

Dried bamboo shoots are more fragrant than fresh bamboo shoots, and the taste of bacon is mellow. Jiang Yanyi couldn't help swallowing just thinking about the taste.But she hasn't smoked bacon yet, so she can only go to the market to buy fresh meat.

Jiang Yanyi is a regular customer of the horse butcher, and every time the meat is delivered, the horse butcher handles it cleaner than the meat sold to others.Even so, after Yang Xiu bought the elbow, Jiang Yanyi checked it carefully to see if there were any unshaven pig hairs, and if there were any, he pulled them out with tweezers.

After blanching the elbow and other pork legs, she cut a flower knife and put them in a casserole with water to stew, adding ginger, garlic, aniseed, fennel, tangerine peel and other seasonings to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor.

The effect of soaking the dried bamboo shoots is the best after soaking overnight, but there is not enough time now, Jiang Yanyi waited for the dried bamboo shoots to soften, cut them into sections and put them in the pot to cook.

Thinking that Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the two of them followed him to the Han Mansion for a banquet, and they were still hungry so far, Jiang Yanyi asked Okra to help peel some potatoes, and cooked rice for six people.

Stove-roasted potato rice with stewed pork knuckle, Jiang Yanyi himself is very fond of this mouthful.

The recipe for potato rice is the same as that of pumpkin rice. First, sauté shallots and ginger in large oil, then stir-fry potatoes, add seasonings and stir-fry to taste, and then spread rice on top.

Jiang Yanyi is always very good at controlling the heat when cooking in the stove. This time, after the rice at the bottom of the pot made a slight "cracking" sound, Jiang Yanyi let the okra turn off the fire.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the rich aroma of rice and the aroma of the golden-brown potato crisps wafted out along with the heat.

Jiang Yanyi took a shovel, and the golden potato crust was turned upside down.The amount of oil she puts in is not too much, and the rice crust looks golden, but it doesn't feel greasy in the mouth, because it is cooked with firewood, and the taste seems to be more fragrant.

"Let's eat the rice in the front shop." Jiang Yanyi said.

Before, they ate by themselves either on the small table next to the kitchen or outside in the yard.But now that there are two more people, Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao, the small table in the kitchen seems a bit cramped, and eating in the outside yard is frighteningly cold.

Okra nodded, sniffing hard, as if afraid that the aroma of the food would be gone, and diligently picked up the bowl to serve the rice.

Jiang Yanyi went to the small stove to look at the pork knuckle stewed in the casserole. She covered the casserole with a wet handkerchief and lifted the lid, and a strong smell of meat and bamboo shoots rushed into her nose.

Jiang Yanyi poked the elbow with her chopsticks, and found that the chopsticks could penetrate into the skin of the elbow with a light touch. The elbow had been stewed until soft. She nodded with satisfaction: "The elbow can also come out of the pot."

Jiang Yanyi found a soup pot, packed the elbow that was going to be given to Feng Shuo first, then put the other pork leg meat and soup into the soup pot, put some coriander on it and served it out.

Although there were not many dishes in this meal, several people ate enough to fill their stomachs. The more homely food, sometimes the more delicious it tastes.Jiang Yanyi deliberately cooked more rice for two people, but the pot of potato rice was still eaten clean, and even the elbow soup was eaten by Yang Xiubing and Shao Bingshao.

Although the two rushed to wash the dishes after the meal, Qiu Kui was still not satisfied with these two "runners", for no other reason, most of the crispy rice she was thinking of was shoveled away by them.

Jiang Yanyi's complaints about the okra were unknown, and she took the soup cup to Fengfu to deliver soup after the meal.

Feng Shuo was in his own yard. When he went out, he was wearing a black python robe, but now he was wearing a moon white robe. When Jiang Yanyi approached, he smelled a smell of medicine on his body. I think it was after returning home, when the doctor bandaged his arm injury, he learned that he had blown a cold wind and asked him to take a medicated bath.

The house was ablaze with earth dragons, Feng Shuo didn't put on that heavy fox fur cloak anymore, his long hair was not tied, but was loosely tied with a forehead band, revealing his delicate jaw line.

He was sitting on a mahogany armchair, holding a volume of book in his hand, turning a page from time to time, with a somewhat idle posture.

"Didn't it say that the stewed elbow only takes more than half an hour?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, he said without raising his head.

Jiang Yanyi opened the food box and took out the soup cup that was still hot, "It only takes more than half an hour to stew. Doesn't it take time to process the ingredients?"

Hearing her different tone from the past, he slightly raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips: "I have gained a lot of guts."

Jiang Yanyi put the soup cup in front of him: "How dare you, eat it while it's hot."

Feng Shuo took a sip of the soup with the spoon in his left hand, and the aroma of dried bamboo shoots melted into the soup, adding a little more flavor to the otherwise unremarkable elbow soup."It tastes good," he said.

The skin of the elbow can be torn off with a light pick with a wooden stick. The skin has tender meat that is suitable for fat and thin, with a delicate taste and full of gelatinous texture.

Jiang Yanyi didn't find it strange to see him holding a soup spoon with his left hand at first, but now seeing him holding chopsticks with his left hand, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all, so he couldn't help but wondered: "You can use both hands?"

Feng Shuo glanced at her: "Normal people can use both hands."

"No, I mean, can you hold chopsticks and write with your left hand?"

Feng Shuo nodded his head. He used to be left-handed, but after receiving more strange looks, he forced himself to use his right hand.

Jiang Yanyi said enviously, "It's amazing."

Her eyes were shining, they were really full of novelty and admiration, without any false emotions in them.

Feng Shuo felt as if something soft had touched his heart, and that corner also softened.In the past, when he used his left hand, other people always looked at him like a monkey, and even laughed at him. This is the only time someone praised him because he used his left hand.

There was a bit of self-mockery in his tone: "What's so great?"

"Just like you now, even if your right hand is injured, you can eat with your left hand without having to rely on others." Jiang Yanyi felt that this guy was somewhat suspicious of Versailles, and she said: "When copying books, use both hands together Writing, wouldn’t it save half the time?”

Looking back on her student life in her previous life, the memory of the Chinese teacher asking to copy all kinds of ancient poems is still vivid in her memory. If she had two hands to write at that time, she would not have to write homework so badly.

Feng Shuo looked at Jiang Yanyi, the discrimination and ridicule he suffered because he was left-handed seemed to gradually fade away in his heart, the black haze faded away, and a ray of warm sun shone in.

He held the wood and said something inexplicably: "Don't you know that people who are born left-handed have bad luck?"

Jiang Yanxin said that feudal superstition is really harmful, a left-handed person can pull off so many tricks, she said speechlessly: "Do you also believe this kind of thing?"

Feng Shuo took a sip of the soup, the soup was thick and delicious, warming from his throat all the way to his stomach, the coldness that belonged to those memories seemed to be driven away by the warmth, he said: "I don't believe it."

Jiang Yan advised him to drink the soup, and said with a smile, "Eat more elbow meat to complement your shape."

Feng Shuo just picked up his wooden hands and gave her a meal, then changed to a pair of male chopsticks and picked up a piece of elbow meat with the meat on it and fed it to her.

Jiang Yanyi waved his hand: "I've already eaten before I came here."

No wonder she was so late.

Feng Shuo didn't take it back, but kept holding it up: "Next time you can eat here."

As he spoke, he brought the chopsticks to Jiang Yanyi's lips again, "It's public chopsticks."

Although there was a period of one month, Jiang Yanyi didn't even know what stage they were in now.

He used serving chopsticks, which were too extravagant and hypocritical. Jiang Yanyi hesitated for a while, but still ate the piece of elbow meat.

Feng Shuo took a look at her feet, and said quietly: "To complement the shape, you should also eat more."

Jiang Yanyi: "..."

There is no way to talk about this love!

No matter what Feng Shuo said next, Jiang Yanyi ignored him, and simply picked up the book he put on the case to read.

But what he was reading was a military book. Jiang Yanyi only read two lines and felt that the first and the second were too big, so he quickly put the bookmark on it and put it back in place.

Feng Shuo saw him and said, "There are some books in the bookcase over there, go and have a look by yourself to see if there is anything you like."

There are many rare books in his bookcase, which cannot be bought outside by spending a lot of money.

Jiang Yanyi didn't know this, and guessed that it would take a while for Feng Shuo to finish eating the soup, so he really got up and went to the bookcase to look for books.

The books on the bookshelf were neatly arranged in rows, and Jiang Yanyi found that there were basically no new ones. Obviously, these books were not decorations, but someone was flipping through them from time to time.

Jiang Yanyi searched for a long time, but she found a travelogue of a great poet of the former dynasty in a sea of ​​military strategies. She flipped through a few pages and found that it contained customs and food of various places during her travels. She immediately became interested and took it back. Sitting cross-legged on the futon by the window, she looked with relish.

The skylight came in through the screen window, she was sitting cross-legged, with her elbows resting on the low table, her chin resting on one hand, and the index finger of the other hand pressed against the edge of the book page in front of her, the fingertips were light white, the page was yellow, the two Phase contrast has an indescribable taste.

Her broken hair was pulled behind her ears, revealing a beautiful face with a demure expression, perhaps seeing something interesting, the corners of her lips curved upwards, her smiling eyes seemed to be March Spring Under the sun, there were clear waves on the surface of the lake.

After Feng Shuo finished the soup, he looked up and saw this scene.

He just quietly looked at the person in front of the window, not wanting to make a sound to break the beauty of this moment.

Jiang Yanyi noticed that his gaze had turned his head, and the smile on his face hadn't had time to take back, it was so bright: "Have you finished eating?"

"En." Feng Shuo responded lightly, and suddenly said, "When are you going to tell your uncle about us?"

"what?"

Jiang Yanyi's demure expression instantly turned into a terrified expression, and all the books in his hand fell to the ground.