Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

When she opened the door and walked into the room, Ji Yan of South China first shouted in surprise:

"Wow, it's so fragrant! What kind of soup is this stewing?"

Gu Yunxi was bringing down a small binaural pot from the stove, which contained some thick syrup that had been mixed with maltose, rock sugar and brown sugar.

On the wooden table next to her, there are various washed seasonal fresh vegetables, frozen in the ice cellar into a honeycomb shape, the chilly tofu slices, noodles, fish and shrimps and other ingredients.

Seeing that Ji Yan from South China arrived, Yun Xi pursed his lips and smiled:

"Just thinking about you and Hua'er, you are here."

Today is the third day of Leng Qingtang and her newly married, Lu Qiange brings South China Ji Yan to visit them.

Ji Yan from South China went to the countryside to follow the customs. She had her hair combed into thin braids and pouring behind her head, wearing a rose red pleated flared skirt.

Just looking at the exquisite embroidery of hundreds of diamond-shaped curly grass patterns on the soft silk material, you know how precious this long skirt is.

Yunxi looked at Ji Yan’s clothes in South China with interest, playing with the silver 瓖彩宝 sequin tassel decorations on her neck, wrists and waist with Xiyi ethnic characteristics, very envious. awesome︰

"This outfit is completely different from our Da Yi's. It looks so pretty on you."

"is it?"

The curvy eyebrows and eyebrows of Ji Yan in South China are very useful. Her slender fingers wrap around a long slender braid and keep stirring. The other hand supports the shiny peach-shaped crown of tortoiseshell on top of her forehead, and said with a hint of pride:

"This body was given to me by Aji... Hey, what's in your pot?"

"Thick syrup, I will make golden silk cloud candy soon. I know that my eldest sister also likes to eat sweets, so I made a few small snacks, and you will bring them to her when you return to the palace. It is also a part of my husband and I. It's my heart."

South China Ji Yanjuan raised her eyebrows and arched her elbows. Gu Yunxi quipped her:

"Yeah, the ‘supervisor’ and the ‘supervisor’ used to scream, but now a ‘husband’ is called very cordially! Tell me, is he treating you well?"

"I hate it," Yun Xi flushed, smiling and lowering his head:

"Left but the spring next year, you have to marry Huaer. Now I won't tease you, the syrup is warm, I'm going to pick sugar."

Yunxi cleaned his hands in the copper basin, smeared some vegetable oil on his ten fingers, took some thick syrup from the small pot and pulled back and forth between his hands until he pulled the syrup into golden and shiny like ten thousand filaments. The plate is shaped like a three-petal cloud, one by one into a porcelain plate, and then topped with fine froth cut into fried sesame and green and red plum.

"Your hands are too clever!"

South China Ji Yan praised, and followed Yun Xi to the other stove to watch her move to uncover the white smoke steamer on the stove.

The upper drawer is a winter melon stew pot and four orange syrup simmered pigeon water eggs, and in the lower drawer there are six rich steamed buns, all white and fat, with pleasant colors.

Their approach is not difficult.

The winter melon stew cup is nothing more than taking a fresh and tender winter melon, removing the stem, and engraving the blessing and longevity pattern on the green skin. Go inside,

Stuffed with lard, minced ribs, salted egg yolk, and eel stuffing, steamed with gaiguati on a tray.

Simmering pigeon water eggs with orange honey is the hollow of four sweet oranges, then adding pigeon egg liquid, appropriate amount of milk and icing sugar, and steaming them on the same drawer.

As for the rich and honoured buns, it is a dim sum in which the noodles are wrapped in pickled plum, dried bamboo shoots, bacon, thin boiled vermicelli mixed with fried eggs, and sesame oil, kneaded into round dumplings with a salty taste.

Yun Xi put all the steamed food on the case, blew on his reddish fingers, and said with a gentle smile to the silly South China Ji Yan:

"There will be a bowl of rose sugar stewed sweet bean curd later, and these can be filled with two food boxes. Ji Yan, you help call my husband and ask him to put the two bone marrow soup pots on the opposite stove Enter the hall..."

"No need to call, I'm here."

Before the words fell, the radiant handsome man approached.

"I remember everything the lady ordered for the husband, and the time is just right now."

With a curl of his long arms, he embraced Yunxi in his arms, and looked at her with a smile, with deep affection.

Upon seeing this, Ji Yan of South China grinned, "tsk tut" in two channels:

"Do you two want to do this, just start in front of my junior? Show me? I won't watch it!"

Turn around and slip away.

Looking at the girl's back, Yunxi laughed and reminded:

"Go wash your hands and wait for dinner."

The two brass shabu-shabu-shabu-shabus were thriving on charcoal fire, and the gurgling sound made the thick soup in the pot boiling.

The lid of the pot was opened, and there was a smell of smell.

Lu Qiange couldn't help but stand up straight and looked at the two pots of soup.

There are two colors: one white and one red. Don’t ask, the white soup is naturally bone marrow soup, and the red soup is mostly chili oil.

At this moment, the soup was boiling, big and small bubbles crowded with each other, ups and downs, and the smoke filled the place with fragrance overflowing, which was really appetizing.

Lu Qiange was stunned.

When he wanted to walk the rivers and lakes by himself, whether he was in Xiyi or Dayi, he had all kinds of shabu-shabu, beef, mutton, dog meat... all kinds of soup, bone soup, fish soup, crab soup... he thought he had never tasted it. less.

But like the one in front of him, the soup was oily and smooth, and the fragrance was so amazing that he had never heard it before.

Next to Lu Qiange, South China Ji Yan was also surprised, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, with an expression of incomparable enjoyment on her face:

"Well, this is the smell I just smelled in the room! Aunt, what secret recipe was added to your soup pot, right?"

"These two shabu-shabus are filled with ten-spice soup. I will try them back today. You can give them a comment on how they taste."

Yunxi smiled modestly, got up and put a plate of toothpick fresh shrimp **** into two shabu-shabu, and put some lamb and fish fillets.

This fresh prawn ball was made by her dehulling and chopping the prawn meat, then mixing the egg white and sweet potato powder one by one, putting on toothpicks in two pairs.

Adding protein liquid and sweet potato powder will not only make the shrimp greasy and clumpy, it will be more chewy when cooked.

Hua Nan Jiyan used a colander to stir up a pinch of lamb in the white soup and put it into the dish, blew it slightly, and couldn't wait to put it into her mouth. She blew immediately, her complexion flushed red.

Lu Qiange was both distressed and funny, and said to her thoughtfully:

"You eat slowly, no one will rob you, and you will burn your tongue carefully."

"Amao, come and have a taste, the taste of this shabu-shabu is really amazing!"

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Ji Yan of South China hurriedly picked up the fresh shrimp **** inserted with toothpicks from the red soup and delivered them to Lu Qiange's plate.

She is so spicy, she has not forgotten.

Lu Qiange nodded repeatedly, her purple eyes were full of admiration:

"Fragrant, it is incense!"

Remove the toothpicks, take a bite of the **** and hurriedly swallow them in the mouth. As they chew slowly, their clear eyes flashed from side to side, as if they wanted to slick the strange and fragrant ingredients in the food.

After the two shrimp **** were eaten, Lu Qiange did not speak, and continued to fish for the food in the red oil soup pot.

Then, a lot of ingredients were poured into it.

South China Ji Yan looked anxious, and pushed him, her lips flattened somewhat unwilling:

"Hey, don't just eat, you talk about how it tastes!"

Lu Qiange's mouth was full of delicious food, but he still couldn't bear to put down the dishes, purple eyes glanced at the girl:

"What are you in a hurry? Anyway, wait until I've eaten enough to comment on it!"

Leng Qingtang smiled kindly, clapped his hands and sighed:

"Yes, not bad. Hua'er's mouth is as tricky as mine. Right now he can swallow it like this, which proves that this ten-spicy soup pot is indeed delicious."

Lu Qiange nodded in agreement:

"My uncle said that," Lu Qiange finally dropped his chopsticks contentedly:

"These two shabu-shabu soup bases have their own merits. The white soup is sweet and fragrant, and the red soup is spicy but not greasy. It is indeed delicious on earth. Aunt, is this your new invention?"

Yun Xi shook his head and smiled:

"Not really. My mother left a book "Treasure Delicacy Lin Lang Lu" in her lifetime, which recorded the recipe for the'ten spice soup'. The soup she created is powder, which is composed of dozens of The scarce spices are ground and mixed in different proportions. At the moment, I added the ten-spice soup powder developed by my mother to this white soup pot.

As for the red soup pot, I just use the butter you brought Huaer to melt and heat, add the shallots, chili, rock sugar, sesame pepper, tangerine peel, hawthorn and other seasonings, stir fry, and finally add ten spices The soup powder is made by cooling.

I think that butter tends to condense when it is cold, and it is easier to store it for a long time when combined with the soup, so that it can be used not only as a base for shabu-shabu, but also as a condiment for cooking. Next time you come again, I will cook a ten-flavored wok for you to try. The taste is also good. "

Ji Yan of South China bit her chopstick head and listened with gusto.

Saying that it was delicious again, she immediately became reluctant to think about it and clapped her hands happily:

"Okay, okay, it's better to stay here for a few more days with Ajun, aunt, you will cook the wok for us tomorrow."

Yunxi is hospitable and doesn't object to it, smiling openly:

"Okay, just do it."

On the opposite side, Lu Qiange's face was long, stretched out his leg under the table and stomped South China Ji Yan lightly, winking at her:

"Don't be fooling around, eat and drink well and follow me back. Uncle and aunt have been working hard these days. How can you tell them to distract you again?"

He understands that Leng Qingtang and Gu Yunxi are newly married and should have a world that belongs to them. It is inconvenient for others to disturb their lives at will as before.

South China Ji Yan scratched her head without much rebuttal. She just nodded obediently and said "Okay," and then continued to grab food from the white soup.

Gu Yunxi was picking up dishes for two younger generations, and the tumbling soup in the copper pot came out of fragrant white smoke on her face, making her delicate peach blossom face look more radiant and moisturized. .

While eating the food, Gu Yunxi stared at the copper pot and said to himself:

"I gave these two hot pots a name, called'husband and wife shabu', do you think it sounds good?"

Leng Qingtang shook his head from the side:

"It's not good, it's not good, there was originally a dish called "Human Lung Pian" in the world. If your pot is called "Human Husband Shabu Shabu", it will have the same name."

Gu Yunxi frowned and tilted his head, and had no idea for a while.

Leng Qingtang took out a shrimp from the white soup, blew it, peeled it and fed it into her mouth, smiling gently:

"How good is it called "Mandarin Duck Shabu"? The red and white colors are both clear and spicy. It also contains the love of husband and wife for you and me."

Yunxi's eyes were bright, he looked at his husband in surprise, his eyes full of admiration:

"Mandarin duck shabu-shabu? Okay, that's it! Husband, you are so talented!"

Ji Yan of South China raised her forehead and laughed:

"The two of you are like this again, you are like glue and want to sour?"

Lu Qiange put down the bamboo chopsticks, looked directly at the two steaming copper pots, pondered for a moment, and suggested:

"By the way, we have to think of a way to combine these two pots into one. One pot, half bone broth and half red broth is the best, so that the red and white meet the water and milk, and there will be more'mandarin ducks'. Meaning!"

Yunxi gave a thumbs up and very agree:

"No problem, I'll draw a pattern when I have time, and then I will have to trouble Hua'er to find a blacksmith shop and hit a pot according to the picture."

Lu Qiange answered quickly:

"Wrap it on my nephew."

After colliding with Leng Qingtang and taking a sip of wine, he continued to say happily:

"Two days later, it will be the royal autumn hunt of Udan. My father, Wang Zhi, uncle, now lives in Udan, and sincerely invites you to participate with your aunt. I wonder if your uncle can appreciate it?"

Leng Qingtang smiled elegantly, and tactfully refused:

"That was the royal hunting convention of Udan Kingdom. It is not convenient for Yunxi and I to travel as Dayi people."

"My uncle said that it was a meeting. You are my uncle, and my mother and concubine are also from Dayi. You are participating as the mother brother of King Solo's concubine. What's wrong?"

After a while, Hui Wei's purple eyes took a pick to South China Ji Yan.

The girl knows, immediately put on a well-behaved look and said softly:

"Yeah, uncle, just show your face. King Solo has heard of your uncle's martial arts from far in Xiyi, and the ministers in the palace have admired you for a long time, and are eager to see you.

This time King Solo told Ajiu to come and invite you. If you refuse, Wang will think that Ajiu can't speak, and he will be blamed when he returns. Besides, I will also participate that day, and I want to enjoy the autumn scenery of Xiyi with Aunt Yun Xi. "

Leng Qingtang finally moved her heart and replied with a smile:

"Okay, let's go together."

——

Dayi, the palace.

In the evening, a patter of light rain fell from the sky, but this did not seem to prevent the new emperor from turning his cards and summoning the newly promoted concubines in the harem.

The lights in Tailuan Hall were dimly yellow, and the light and shadow were dazzling, like the ripples in the spring pond full of charm.

In the magnificent hall, there was a sound of bedboards. However, before a moment, the same as the previous situation, the emperor's irritable and angry voice roared:

"Come on, this won't work, I'll continue to change people—"

The beauty was entangled tightly by the brocade, showing only a tender and shy face, and was carried into the hall by the eunuchs, replacing the tear-stained woman inside.

The same thing happened quickly, and a dragon chant shook out of the hall again:

"Come on--"

The great **** Liang Zhen crawled into the hall with a pale face, crawling in front of the dragon bed, tremblingly afraid to raise his head.

I think these little masters are all stunning people with bright facial features, or graceful and graceful, or charming and enchanting, all of them are as beautiful as a begonia sleeping.

However, this is how the beauty of one out of a hundred waits in the same night. Is it difficult to hold the emperor's heart?

In the dormitory, a young woman with disheveled hair was curled up naked at the foot of the dragon bed. A maid came in front of her and felt more embarrassed, hiding her face and sobbing.

The emperor kicked him as soon as he got involved in the quilt tube and was kicked off the dragon bed. It was a shame and shame in the harem, I am afraid it will be difficult to raise his head and be a man in the future.

I encountered this kind of ridiculous thing the first time I was going to bed, how can this girl be able to bear it?

Hua Nanxin lifted the curtain of the bed and got up. The chest of the bright yellow robe was relaxed and exaggerated, revealing a delicate and proud collarbone.

Liang Zhen hurriedly set off to wait for the emperor to dress, but was stopped by the other side raising his hand.

The ridiculous eyes slowly pointed towards the foot of the bed, the emperor gasped slightly, and sneered coldly:

"This won't work either, carry it down, I need to be quiet tonight!"

"The minion obeyed."

The chief **** nodded and gave a cry.

Hua Nanxin fastened the ribbon around his waist by himself, and walked to the window sash, his head full of sweat, flashing a subtle light under the candlelight:

"Is there no news from Yuexi Building?"

"Back to the emperor, there is no news for the time being."

The rain beat the banana leaves outside the window, making a "rustling" noise.

Hua Nanxin suddenly concentrated, his fists clenched, and his eyes were as cold as a blade:

"Leng Qingtang... Hua Nanhe, he left and dared to take my woman away! I found him this time, and I will definitely break him into pieces!":,,