Chapter 254: Fat Cow and Golden Soup
Before she was officially engaged to someone, the little peach blossom came, and it was on a high branch. Su Ruojin smiled softly and looked away, "If Miss Ning likes Prince Zhao, you can tell him directly. If he also likes you, say Maybe you will."
Ning Ning felt guilty at first when the young lady saw this, but when she suddenly heard this, she blurted out happily, "You don't like Prince Zhao, you were forced by your parents, right?"
Su Ruojin:…
The little lady felt like she had discovered a new world, "Master Su is the teacher of Prince Zhao, so he used his status as a teacher to force Prince Zhao to marry you, right? But in fact, you don't like the arrogant and stinky Prince Prince, right?" "
Su Ruojin was speechless after hearing this. Madam, are you telling a story or talking about a book? If I have this talent, I would not be able to cope with this strange brain circuit if I didn't write a few novels about a domineering president falling in love with me and my being paralyzed by the crown prince.
The young lady stared at Su Ruojin with sharp eyes, and saw her smiling and shaking her head, "No, you are wrong. Prince Zhao looks like a jade tree in the wind, and is born with unparalleled elegance. I fell in love with him at a glance and was extremely happy. It just so happened that Prince Zhao was born again. Like me, we go both ways and it's so sweet.”
They like each other and go both ways.
It has nothing to do with her! Ning Ning was heartbroken and cried loudly, "No... no..." She covered her ears with her hands and stamped her feet, "I don't want to listen... I don't want to listen..." The people in the living room heard the cry of the young lady outside and hurriedly Kicked out.
Ning Ning saw her brother and threw herself into his arms, "No, no, it's definitely not what she said... Prince Zhao Xiaojun must have been forced by his teacher... He must have come to propose marriage only after being forced to do so..."
Su Yanli: ...If he had such ability, what would he be doing here? Lao Shizi, a seventh-grade Zhipin official, would have already entered the center of the Dayin Dynasty. Why is he still worrying about next year's grain output?
The guest cried. As the mistress of the house, Cheng Yingzhen should express her gratitude, but she knew her daughter well and would definitely not bully the guests who came to the door. Sure enough, listen to what they said. What about his husband forcing the little prince? His husband is not at all. Such people.
So she held it in and didn't move. If she loves to cry, you can cry.
Ning Qilang: ...looking at the sky speechlessly, how could he have such an innocent and foolish sister? It's really...
Su Ruojin's eyes fell on Ning Qilang and Ning Baniang, and she secretly sighed that only the little white flowers in the greenhouse dare to be so naive.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was embarrassingly quiet.
"Um..." As the mistress of the house, Cheng Yingzhen eased her embarrassment, "It's almost noon. If the Seventh Young Master doesn't mind the coarse food and cheap tea, why don't you just stay here for a meal before leaving?"
The Ningsu and Ningsu families have never interacted with each other at all, and the little contact they have now is just to steal Zhao Lan. According to common sense, this meal will not be kept anyway, but...
With a smile on his face, Young Master Ning Qi pulled Amei to her feet. He cupped his hands and said, "You're welcome, then, let's talk about it."
The three members of the Su family:…
Qi Qi smiled awkwardly.
Ning Ning was probably shocked by his brother's operation and stopped sobbing, "Brother Qi, you..."
"I heard Jin Zhi say that Jin Niang's cooking skills are very good. Now that I have the opportunity, of course I must stay and try it."
Su Ruojin: ...Didn't he say that Ning Qilang was the jade-faced little general? Why are you a foodie?
The young master of the Duke's Mansion stayed for dinner, so he couldn't be careless about this dish. However, the weather this year was not good, either due to drought or war. It was hard to get through the new year. Now in the first month of the year, there really wasn't anything good to entertain him with.
Cheng Yingzhen quickly pulled her daughter away and asked in a low voice, "Ajin, we only have bacon and dried fish at home, what can we cook to entertain our two charming guests?"
Su Ruojin asked, "Mom, the Ning family brothers and sisters didn't come empty-handed, right?"
"Definitely not."
How could the daughter of a wealthy family be so rude?
Su Ruojin then looked at the things they brought over, half of which were food, two pieces of satin and the Four Treasures of the Study.
There was a piece of frozen beef in the food. It was probably just taken out of the ice cellar. It was somewhat thawed. Su Ruojin smiled brightly and said, "Isn't this what it's about?"
Seeing that her daughter had an idea, Cheng Yingzhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ajin, what delicious food are you going to make?"
"Be a golden cow."
The name sounded like it was a dish. Cheng Yingzhen asked, "What other dishes should I prepare?"
Su Ruojin chuckled, "This is enough."
Cheng Yingzhen: ...just one? This is outrageous!
But her daughter always did things in a measured way, so Cheng Yingzhen immediately relaxed and said, "I will go to the front to entertain the two guests and prepare lunch. You ask Mao Ya to come over and call me."
"good."
Golden beef with golden soup is a delicacy with excellent color, aroma and taste. Its preparation process is very simple and mainly requires ingredients such as fatty beef and enoki mushrooms. The main reason is that the soup has a good meaning, golden soup and golden soup. The soup must be as golden as gold.
The ingredient that can make the soup color like gold is pumpkin, which is no longer common in later generations. It did not exist in the Yin Dynasty. However, last autumn when Su Ruojin went to the foot of the Western Mountain to buy land to grow vegetables, Su Ruojin found that the cucumbers grown by the villagers looked a bit like pumpkins. The skin is green when ripe, and the skin and flesh are yellow when ripe, and the texture is not much different from pumpkin.
When Su Ruojin left, the villagers saw that she liked the food and gave her several.
She could use it as a pumpkin, or make pumpkin cakes or steam it. If she hadn't saved it, she would have finished it long ago. She just used it to make golden soup and fat beef today.
In the first month of the year, it's still freezing cold. It's not a bad feeling to eat a bowl of fat beef with golden soup and make you sweat all over.
The frozen beef was cut into thin slices and rolled, one piece at a time. In a short time, three large plates were cut, which was enough for a satisfying meal.
As everyone knows, cattle are powerful agricultural livestock and cannot be slaughtered easily. If it were not for Zhan Ning Qilang's glory, the Su family would not be able to eat beef.
Although Taohua is annoying, for the sake of beef, he doesn't care about her.
Haha, if Zhao Lan knew that someone would not win a peach blossom in order to eat beef, I don't know how he would feel.
The golden needles in the golden soup and fat beef were not available in the Yin Dynasty, but in the mountain products given by Father Feng, there were all kinds of fungi, which were foaming and added to the golden soup and fat beef.
Stir-fried, stir-fried and boiled, this small dish of beef in golden soup requires a lot of cooking methods. Under Su Ruojin's skillful hand, the golden beef in golden soup comes out of the pot. When it is served to the table, if it is a large table, each person will have a bowl of golden soup and fat beef in front of them.
Ning Qilang was shocked.
Is this how the Su family treats guests? Poor magistrate, poor magistrate, crying poor in front of him? Are you afraid that he will come to Beijing and say bad things about him? To show that you are honest?
Ning Ning showed her disdain directly on her face and almost burst out. Suddenly she remembered that her brother said that the young prince liked the food made by Su Erniang, and it seemed that he had seduced the young prince with the delicious food.
Holding back my disgust, I picked up my chopsticks. When I saw the golden soup, I couldn't help but ask, "How do you make this yellow soup?"
Su Ruojin replied with a smile, "Mash the cucumber to make the soup golden yellow, then filter out the melon flesh and only use the soup. This soup is sweet and slightly spicy, which is very suitable for eating in the cold weather."
Golden soup, green and white cabbage, paper-thin ox paper...
Ning Ning asked, "What is this red thing?"
"chili."
"What is chili?"
Su Ruojin:…
Not allowed to be eaten.
She resisted rolling her eyes and said with a fake smile, "Boy, if you don't eat, the noodles will become lumpy."
The Ning family brother and sister looked at each other and saw that Su Erniang didn't mean to drive people away, but this dish for entertaining people...
Perhaps, the conditions in Weizhou County are really poor.
Ning Qilang and Ning Yi had no choice but to lower their heads to eat.
The first bite, why is it so spicy?
The second bite was delicious, sweet and spicy. It had such a magical taste that it instantly opened up his taste buds. The spicier it became, the more he wanted to eat it. He simply couldn't stop.
After a while, he looked up and smiled, handsome and bright, "Is there more?"
The guests love to eat and the host is happy.
"Yes, yes..." Cheng Yingzhen happily asked someone to serve Ning Qilang another bowl.
After three bowls, Ning Qilang put down his chopsticks with all his taste, "No wonder Jinzhi likes it, it's so delicious."
When Ning Ning, who was enjoying his meal, heard his brother's words, he immediately felt that the delicious food in his mouth no longer tasted good. Brother, you are still my biological brother. Why are the words he said so heartbreaking?
Su Yanli also ate well and had enough to eat and drink. He smiled and said, "I have to go to the front office for duty. If the Seventh Young Master is free, just sit here and ask Ah Jin to make you whatever you want to eat. Nothing else. , there is still a simple meal.”
A simple meal?
Ning Qilang savored the delicious beef in golden soup and couldn't help but ask, "Second Lady, how do you make this beef in golden soup so delicious?"
As soon as Su Ruojin heard this, she knew that he wanted the recipe, so she was not stingy. She took his brother and sister to the study, wrote down the recipe and gave it to him.
Ning Ning snorted bitterly, "Aren't you afraid that if I learn how to do it, I will do better than you and steal your little prince?"
Su Ruojin:…
I couldn't help but look at Ning Qilang, "Are you sure your sister is one year older than me?" Why does she look like a three-year-old child?
Ning Qilang: ...I am about to glare at her.
Su Ruojin chuckled, "Sister, don't worry and grab it." If you grab it, it's up to you.
No matter how stupid Ning Ning is, she can tell that people are not afraid of her robbing her at all. Well, this little lady has grown up eating whatever she wants. She is better at fighting than her, and she is better at cooking than her. There are other things she doesn't know she is better at than her.
My sister yelled at me, causing tears to flow down my face, "Are you bullying me?"
Su Ruojin:…
Ning Qilang:…
Ning Qilang shouted to Su Ruojin, "You are the one who made me cry, so you comfort me." After saying that, he took the food prescription and walked away.
Su Ruojin: ...My sister doesn't want it anymore?
Ning Qilang walked to the entrance of the courtyard and carefully looked behind him, "mei didn't come out with you?"
"Back to the young master, no."
"Haha." Ning Qilang danced happily, "Let's go, I'm going to go horse racing." He finally got rid of his squeamish crybaby sister, and he was free!
Ning Ning puffed her lips and said, "I will stay until I beat you and make food that tastes better than yours."
Su Ruojin:…
What to do? Has she been taken advantage of?
"No, good sister, you have beaten me now. I give up. Really, I am your loser."
Chapter end
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