The scallion oil pancake was cut into a shape of a palm-sized fan leaf. Nie Ling'er picked up a piece, took a look, and then said quietly: "I can tell that you have less oil when you look."

Having said that, Nie Ling'er still ate it, it was food after all.

If you want to taste it in your mouth, it is not unpalatable.

But she is Jiang Ming’s master. She has to judge every dish Jiang Ming delivered to him at a professional level.

After a while, Nie Ling'er looked up at Jiang Ming. Before she could speak, Jiang Ming hurriedly explained: "I'm afraid that the master will feel tired of putting too much oil."

"What's the name of this staple food?" Nie Ling'er did not rush to deny Jiang Ming's words, but asked slowly.

Jiang Ming said: "Scallion oil pancake."

Nie Ling'er asked again: "What should be the main taste?"

Jiang Ming replied: "The onion is fragrant."

Nie Ling'er asked again: "What does it use to stimulate the onion fragrance?"

Jiang Ming: “…”

Nie Ling'er chuckled and said, "The difference between scallion oil pancakes and other pancakes is its scallion flavor. The source of scallion fragrance is the scallion emitted after being stimulated by hot oil."

"If the oil is not enough, the fragrance of onion will be greatly reduced. What is the difference between it and ordinary cakes?"

"It is natural that food is too greasy, but you have to get a balance value. This is obviously because you are afraid of greasy and over-control the amount of oil. It does not have the aroma of onion and is dry in your mouth."

"In comparison, I would rather eat something greasy. Even if I feel it is greasy after eating it, at least the first bite is fragrant. I don't want to eat your scallion pancake after taking a bite."

She needs to point out the shortcomings, and her stomach needs to be filled.

Since she handed over the three meals in the house to Jiang Ming, she had to eat them even if they were not delicious.

"Address understands." Jiang Ming nodded.

Nie Ling'er continued to mention him in depth: "When you are in the kitchen and pick up the spoon, you must be the leader of this kitchen. All the ingredients should be at your disposal and you can cook them.

.”

"There are so many distractions in your mind, and you are looking back and forth. The main reason is that your idea is wrong. Some dishes are just inseparable from oil, just to be too oily to taste good, but when you make them, you are worried that they will be too greasy. This is not

Contradictory?"

"It is a good thing to think a lot, but you can't be influenced by your own ideas. You have to have the ability to summarize your own conclusions. Do you understand?"

Jiang Ming tried hard to digest it and nodded slowly: "Advisor...Advisor should try to understand as much as possible."

This move caused Chuncha to cover his mouth and laugh.

Nie Ling'er then picked up the spoon and stirred the white rice porridge in the bowl, saying, "This porridge is cooked well, the rice grains are rotten but not thick, and the ratio of water to rice is just right."

After saying that, Nie Ling'er put down the spoon but didn't drink it.

Jiang Ming blinked and was about to ask, but he heard Nie Ling'er say lightly: "White rice porridge has a high glycemic index, and I never drink it on weekdays. If others like to drink it, you can cook it for them to drink it, and you won't need it in the future.

Come to me."

"What...what means?" Jiang Ming really didn't understand this time: "The disciple didn't understand."

Nie Ling'er paused and realized that she had just spoken modern vocabulary, that is, glycemic index.

But this word cannot be explained in detail. Nie Ling'er just said: "It's just that drinking too much is not good for your health. When you cook white porridge for you in the future, you can add some auxiliary ingredients such as japonica rice, red beans, coix seed rice, etc.

It will be nutritious if it is neutralized."

White rice porridge is the most unnutritious food.

Jiang Ming reacted and nodded dullly: "I have recorded it by the disciple."

After Jiang Ming left, Chuncha stepped forward and couldn't help saying, "Miss, what you said just now is so straightforward. Are you not afraid of hitting Brother Jiang Ming? I saw that he would stay for a long time as soon as he entered the kitchen. Thank you very hard.

Very."

"It is necessary to be serious, and it is also necessary to work hard. If you don't be serious or hard, you still want to succeed? How can you do that?" Nie Ling'er said.

And one of the advantages she admires most is that he can listen to the words.

"Besides, those words are not harsh words to him. You may think it is a bit straightforward, but for him, it is exactly what he needs."

I remember that I had heard a lot of unpleasant words in the process of learning the arts, but definitely did not include pertinent evaluations.

At this time, Hua'an suddenly came to report that the Governor's Mansion had sent someone to come and was waiting in the foreground.

Nie Ling'er's actions of drinking tea were as if Qin Jue had said, and she came to invite someone.

In the front hall, the person who came was the governor's personal servant. He held the post written by Yuwen Jianxian, which shows his importance to Qin Jue.

"This is the master of our Nie Mansion, our lady."

Hua An introduced the man, and the other party nodded politely: "Miss Nie, we heard that General Qin is temporarily living in your mansion. Today, we specially ordered the old slave to send a post. I would like to invite General Qin to come and go to the mansion to join us.

Gather.”

Nie Ling'er's smile floated on the surface and said lightly: "It's really a coincidence that General Qin and his group left early this morning, saying that there was something important in the capital waiting for him to do."

"Let's go... go?" The other party looked slightly shocked, his eyes hesitated, as if he was a little disbelief.

Nie Ling'er nodded slightly and repeated lightly: "Let's go."

In this way, the man had to leave and report.

"Go...got?"

Yuwen Mansion, Yuwen Jianxian was also shocked when he heard the news. Such a big thing happened last night. He sent someone to invite him early this morning, but the person had already left.

Could it be that I left every day?

"Ha..." At the end, Yuwen Jianxian couldn't help but smile and nodded in admiration: "It's worthy of being Qin Jue, what a high sense of vigilance."

I sent this post to you, and Qin Jue will both make you mess with him or not. The only way is to leave.

"Forget it." Yuwen Jianxian was helpless and wanted to laugh: "I wanted to help Zuo Xiang do something, but he didn't even give him a chance. No wonder the emperor liked him. Such ability to analyze the situation and make quick decisions

Decisive, it really makes people feel inferior!"

At this time, the servant outside the door came to report that Yuwen Tai was awake and was crying in pain.

His butt was already skinny and fleshy. With the ointment, the effect of the medicine was even more painful.

When did Yuwen Tai suffer such suffering, he will definitely not be able to persevere.

But Yuwen Jianxian did not feel sorry for his son at all. He shouted loudly: "Just let him cry, no one is allowed to care about him. Let him remember the lessons of today, and he will not have a memory in the future."

I wanted to ban my son's feet, but now that he is so injured, he will not be cured in a short period of time, and he will definitely not be able to go anywhere.

"Okay, Master, the eldest master will remember it and will be restrained in the future." He Yier stepped forward, grabbed Yuwen Jianxian's hand and attached it to her lower abdomen, blinked her eyebrows delicately, and said.
Chapter completed!