Happy Marriage

Noon is still An Sheng's craft.

Although Leng Nanxian and Qianzhou didn't express anything clearly about Sister Feng's meal, Sister Feng could experience it from the original dishes.

In the few days when she was away, An Sheng kept the appetite of the two of them up!

Therefore, An Sheng still shoulders the burden of half the cook, while Sister Feng consciously takes care of the matching, cleaning and cleaning. Seeing An Sheng standing in front of the stove, sweating like rain, she stood aside, just like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, the more she looked, the happier she became.

Last night, An Sheng simmered an old hen on the stove, added Jinhua ham, bamboo shoots, etc., and simmered the chicken soup until it was golden in color and thick and gravy. When the pot was opened, the whole kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of chicken soup. .

Sister Feng killed a grass carp in advance, sliced ​​the grass carp into crystal clear slices according to An Sheng's words, washed it with salt water to get rid of the fishy smell, and then stained it to taste and hang the pulp.

An Sheng saw that the fresh peppers sent by the villagers had a strong fragrance and taste, so he wanted to make a boiling fresh pepper fish.

She boiled green bamboo shoots, fungus, soybean sprouts, parsley, etc. on the bottom of the pot, cooked the fish fillet until tender and hot, carefully picked it up, poured it into the pot, and added a large handful of fresh peppers and chili segments. Heat the old oil in a hot pan, and when it is hot, it will be splashed on the fish fillets.

The pot immediately boiled, bright red peppers, green peppers, with the heat wave rolling, the snow-white and crystal clear fish fillets loomed underneath.

Before the green pepper fish was on the table, the aroma of red nose immediately permeated the whole yard.

Leng Nanxian put down the scroll in his hand, smiled slightly, got up and came out, just across from Qianzhou who couldn't wait.

"Young master, it seems that lunch is ready." Qianzhou smiled diligently.

Leng Nanxian rubbed him in front of him and took a step forward: "Do you still need to say it? I smell it."

Qianzhou chased after him, diligently tidying up the tableware and chopsticks, and took Leng Nanxian's brocade pad to An Sheng's seat.

Leng Nanxian lifted his eyelids, glanced at him dissatisfied, and said nothing.

An Sheng cushioned it with a handkerchief and came out with a fish bowl. It should be that the fish in the bowl was too heavy, and his face was flushed.

Qianzhou went up to pick it up, glanced at the still churning hot oil, was daunted, didn't know how to pick it up, and immediately moved the vegetable plate that was slightly in the way in front of him with eyesight.

An Sheng put down the fish bowl, jumped his feet, and pinched his earlobe with his hands.

"Burn me to death!"

Qianzhou stepped forward with concern: "How is it? It's hot? Do you need to apply a little burn cream?"

Anson shook his head.

Leng Nanxian had already stood up halfway, and sat down again: "It's stupid, if it's really hot, can't you throw the basin away? Do you have to hold it?"

An Sheng glanced at him resentfully: "The disciple was burned, you don't care about a few words, and you scold me."

"If you don't scold you, you will always be obsessed with money, not knowing whether things are important or your body is more important."

"When did I lose money?"

An Sheng muttered unconvinced.

"If you're not a fan of money, you still treat a broken jade card that no one else wants as a treasure, and you can't bear to throw it away?" Leng Nanxian teased.

"What am I doing to get by with a jade plaque, this is my amulet, it saved my life." An Sheng whispered, but did not dare to be heard by Leng Nanxian.

Sister Feng came out of the kitchen with chicken soup. Seeing that An Sheng was holding his hands, eyebrows and nose were wrinkled together, she immediately asked with concern, "What's the matter? Is it hot?"

An Sheng acted like a child in front of Mrs. Feng and nodded in grievance.

"Sister Feng, watch her order carefully in the kitchen in the future. She's fussy, and she's always out of her control." Leng Nanxian instructed.

Sister Feng blamed herself angrily: "It's all my fault, girl. In the future, I will leave this kind of thing to Sister Feng. You are tender and tender, so you can't do it."

He stepped forward and grabbed An Sheng's hand, and said distressedly, "Look, what a tender little hand, the belly of the fingers are red."

Leng Nanxian raised his face and glanced at it, then reached out to touch the fish bowl, and instructed Qianzhou, "Go and bring the ointment."

Qianzhou responded, and An Sheng hurriedly stopped: "No, no, it's not that hot. When the fish was just ready, the pot was cold, so I thought about doing it all at once. When the pot is hot and breathable, it's just there. But I want Master to say Whoever wants to be self-defeating will be scolded instead.”

The voice became lower and lower, and her face was full of cuteness, which made Sister Feng couldn't help grinning: "A child is a child, and he is acting coquettishly at the son to ask for candy."

Leng Nanxianli ignored her, picked up the bowl and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the mouth-watering fish fillets in the bowl. The fish fillets were smooth and tender, and immediately slipped off his chopsticks. He continued to clip, and his subordinates exerted strength, and the fish fillet was disconnected from it.

Only then did An Sheng feel relieved, he snorted lightly, picked up the colander on the side, turned his wrist, gently skimmed out the fresh peppers and chili peppers on it, piled up a big bowl, and then handed the colander to him. Leng Nanxian: "The fish fillets are too tender, you should eat them with a slotted spoon."

Leng Nanxian unceremoniously took it in his hand, fished out the fish fillet, and couldn't wait to taste it. It was numb, spicy, tender and hot. He made a circle on the tip of his tongue, instantly filling the entire mouth, and the tip of his tongue and the skin of his mouth began to happily Jumping, the taste buds are also suddenly active.

"Is it delicious? Master?"

An Sheng looked at Leng Nanxian earnestly: "Before, I only used this method to make beef fillet, but I haven't made fish yet."

"It's okay." Leng Nanxian felt that his lips were too numb, and he struggled to speak.

An Sheng grinned and poured the chicken soup with his own hands: "There is also a ham and hen, which was simmered in a crock pot on a low fire for nearly a day and a night.

Qianzhou lowered his voice beside her: "You're welcome, Young Master has already secretly drank two bowls in the morning. I'm afraid you know, and refilled the white water again."

Leng Nanxian raised his head and instructed Qianzhou, "This fish is a bit spicy, and it's also on fire. Go and make a pot of herbal tea, then ice it in the well in the backyard, and bring it over when it's cold."

An Sheng and Mrs. Feng knew that Leng Nanxian was deliberately taking Qianzhou away as punishment for his talkativeness, so they both laughed happily.

Qianzhou frowned and said, "Young Master, can I cook it after I've eaten? I'm so hungry that my chest is on my back, and I'm so exhausted that I'm afraid I'll plunge into the well."

Before Leng Nanxian could speak, he heard the roar of horses' hooves stepping on the ground outside the yard, like thunder, coming from far and near, towards the medicine house.

Qianzhou frowned more and more: "It's over, why is this master back?"

It was just a matter of talking. Yu Jingyun brought a team of brocade-clothed guards, and they swept up like a cloud, raising all the dust and sand, and stopped at the entrance of Yaolu.

Yu Jingyun immediately turned over and jumped down, throwing away his whip, he strode in with his head held high. The guards in brocade lined up and stood guard at the entrance of the medicine house, like a sculpture.

As soon as Yu Jingyun entered the yard, he couldn't help but sniff, then strode over to the stone table, sat down without saying a word, and picked up the tableware beside him.

All the spiciness in the fresh pepper fish was fished out by An Sheng, so Yu Jingyun didn't have the slightest mental preparation in advance. As soon as the fish fillet slid down his throat, he frowned: "It's so spicy!"

A face suddenly flushed red, and he opened his mouth and panted with a "huhuhaha", and the sweat all over his head came out in a "bass".

There was no tea on the table, and the rice had not yet been served, only a bowl of chicken soup that An Sheng had dried for Leng Nanxian.

Yu Jingyun brought it over unceremoniously, raised his head and took a sip.

The chicken soup was still very hot. Although Sister Feng carefully scooped out all the chicken oil on it, the crock pot was kept warm.

Yu Jingyun turned around and vomited all on the ground.

And because the tip of the tongue was hot, it became more and more numb and spicy, and it was almost impossible to stop.

"Tea! Herbal tea!"

Such a big man, like a piece of iron, has a cold and hard image, and now he is so embarrassed and funny because of a piece of fish, An Sheng couldn't help but laugh.