Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 704 Vegetarian hands make soup

  Huang Yueying rolled up her sleeves high, exposing the forearms of her two small hands, and then tied them with string to prevent the sleeves from falling off while doing things.

  Little Mo Dou tilted his head and looked at the same thing, pouted.

  Huang Yueying glanced at the little ink fountain, and said, "Next time... I'll let you come when you're older..."

  Little Mo Dou muttered in a low voice: "I say that every time... In fact, I will do it..."

  Huang Yueying smiled, and didn't care about Xiao Mo Dou's complaints.

  Little Mo Dou and Huang Yueying almost grew up together. Although they are master and servant, their relationship with each other is very good. Little Mo Dou is three years younger than Huang Yueying, and he still half-understands some things, like making soup for Lang Junsu, how could this matter be left in the hands of others?

  However, it is still possible to ask the little ink fountain to do a little favor.

  Huang Yueying said: "Where is the 醢? Where did you put it?"

  The secret to making meat soup is to taste it.

  This is what Huang Yueying's mother said. When Huang Yueying was still young, she was walking around like a little ink fountain today...

   "Here! Here!" The little Mo Dou was very happy to hear that there was a need, and hurried to the side to hug the small jar of wine.

Huang Yueying lifted the lid of the altar, sniffed it slightly, nodded and said, "Well...the taste is not bad..." Then she took a clean small wooden spoon, scooped some fermented liquor in the jar, poured it on the already cut on top of mutton strips.

"For the meat, choose bright red... If the color of the meat turns black or white, it's not good, you can't use it..." Huang Yueying said while mixing the 醢 on the meat strips, "For the 醢, choose the same flavor. , if you use mutton to make soup, then you must use mutton sauce, if you use beef, you must use beef sauce..."

  Huang Yueying glanced at the little Mo Dou who was listening attentively, and then continued: "...If there is no 醢, the same taste of 醓 is also acceptable, but the taste will be worse..."

   "Where's the chicken?"

   "Here! Here!" The little ink fountain handed over two.

  Huang Yueying didn't stop her hands, and said while doing it: "Only use the clear liquid of the chicken, not the eggs, otherwise the taste of the meat will be robbed..."

   "... Then add a little bit of green salt, not too much, but also not without it, the best is Qingzhou salt, if it is well salt, it will have a bit bitter taste... and then... just keep stirring..."

  Huang Yueying held a large earthenware pot and stirred the mutton strips with wooden chopsticks in circles until the egg white and reddish-brown sauce gradually soaked into the meat strips...

   Well, that's about it.

  Huang Yueying put down the big clay basin, and then shook her sore arm. The little Mo Dou hurried up to help Huang Yueying wipe off the beads of sweat from her head, then took the big pottery basin, and carried it to the stove, where the cook had already lit a glowing fire.

Huang Yueying put the copper kettle on, and first added some fermented soy sauce and water, then waited for the fermented soy sauce to melt, then put in the chopped cabbage, and when the cabbage was slightly soft, poured in some corn wine, then added a little water, and then slowly waited until the cabbage was soft and rotten, then put the marinated meat strips into the kettle to cook together, tossed twice in the boiling water, and saw the tenderness of the meat strips The red color has faded, and a few drops of black vinegar are added, and it's done.

   Spoon the meat soup, put it into the crock pot, and then cover it...

   "Xiao Niang, Xiao Niang, let me get it..." Xiao Mo Dou handed over the water basin for cleaning hands, and rushed to say.

  Huang Yueying smiled, nodded, and then wiped her cheeks and arms slightly, then put down her sleeves, and took the small ink fountain to the backyard.

   "Lang Jun! Lang Jun! This is the soup made by my mother herself!" Seeing Fei Qian, Xiao Mo Dou saluted, and said impatiently.

   "Oh, the soup item made by the lady is good..." Fei Qian put down the bamboo slips in his hand, looked at Huang Yueying and said with a smile, "Come on, I happen to be hungry too..."

   After waiting, Huang Yueying poured a bowl with her own hands, and handed it to Fei Qian with a smile.

Although it is said that the soup in the Han Dynasty did not have any cornstarch to thicken it, but all the materials are natural, without any chemical raw materials, so the mutton soup made by Huang Yueying, the mutton itself has umami taste, plus After marinating, there is a kind of pure and fresh sweetness that will not be eaten in later generations.

  Fei Qian used to chew slowly, but he was basically in the army for a while, so he got used to gobbling. With a pottery bowl in his hand, he seemed to finish eating soup and meat with two or three snorts.

   "Will the lady eat a bowl too?"

  The meat soup is very fragrant and very Q. There is a kind of elasticity when biting down. This kind of elasticity is an effect that requires long-term stretching and pulling of the meat strips to produce meat fibers.

  Huang Yueying nodded slightly, and then filled another bowl for Fei Qian, and then spooned a bowl for herself. She took it, but didn't eat it, just looked at Fei Qian.

   "What's wrong?" Fei Qian asked.

  Huang Yueying shook her head slightly, then lowered her head, as if she was looking at the soup, and seemed to be thinking about something, when suddenly a teardrop appeared, dripped into the pottery bowl, and splashed a little.

  Huang Yueying hurriedly put down the pottery bowl, wiped away her tears, tried her best to put on a smile and said, "Sorry, sir, I...I really couldn't bear it..." It's only been a long time at home, and it's time to say goodbye in a blink of an eye.

   Fei Qian sighed slightly.

It turns out that we can wait a few more days for the matter in Mobei, because although it is early spring, it is still very cold near Yinshan Mountain, which is not suitable for marching. County, took Shanjin, and the soldiers pointed directly at Anyi.

   Wang Yi couldn't resist, so he quickly sent someone to ask Fei Qian for help.

  After thinking about it, Fei Qian decided to lead the troops to rescue.

  Hedong is very close to Pingyang after all, if there is no skin, how can Mao be attached? If Niu Fu wins Hedong, he will definitely not be as easy-talking as Wang Yi.

  I'd rather have a weaker neighbor than a tiger lying next to me.

  But in this way, Huang Yueying couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant to leave.

  Fei Qian gently took Huang Yueying's hand, and said: "Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng..."

   "Hold your hand, and grow old with you..." Huang Yueying sniffled, and continued.

Fei Qian smiled slightly, comforted Huang Yueying and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon..." Fei Qian didn't feel much pressure to meet Niu Fu. But in fact it is estimated that there are less than ten thousand.

   "I'll be back when you get the movable type printing out..." Fei Qian comforted Huang Yueying, and then diverted his attention, "How about we compete to see who is faster?"

"Okay!" Huang Yueying agreed, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind again, "I don't want it anymore, the military is dangerous, it's better to be on the safe side...just, just...well, it's inconvenient to make soup for you It's..."

   "Then I'll drink some more today, I've saved it..." Fei Qian raised his head and laughed.

   "Okay, okay!" Huang Yueying held the crock pot and nodded, "Then drink all of these!"

   "Huh?!" Fei Qian looked at the not-so-small earthen jar, and then at Huang Yueying with a serious face, "Uh, okay..."

   Getting angry, gum inflammation, tongue pain...

   When I was young, I really didn't have so many problems...

   Now they are all looking for you...

   Should I say that no one who is late can come...

  (end of this chapter)