Chapter 428 Spring Plate Gourd Chicken (One and Two)

Author: Wandering Back

Darong has so many meat and vegetables ingredients. Even the emperor and queen in the palace can only come into contact with more rare ingredients than ordinary people. As Wen Mingtang's identity, they cannot touch these ingredients at all, and they will not touch them even if they come into contact. It's nothing else. It's just a modern habit in her bones. She is still accustomed to eating some ordinary chicken, duck, fish and meat. Although the ingredients are common, they can make different flavors through kitchen skills.

Zhao Sishen also agrees with this. This is probably a chef. Oh, maybe it is a chef who specializes in studying ordinary ingredients. Although it is hard to cook without rice, as long as you have rice on hand, you can cook with the most beautiful taste in the world.

Just now, A Bing pulled out the chicken that had been slaughtered from his hands and came to the two of them and prepared to change a method that was not common in Darong - fried.

"Chicken is indispensable for meat and vegetables on auspicious days, after all, good luck." Zhao Sishen rinsed the chicken in clean water again, and said casually, "The name is good luck sometimes."

Wen Mingtang, who was cutting the tofu skin into shreds and preparing to serve with coriander, heard this and suddenly slurry in his hand: "In this way, my mother's name is pretty good."

Mrs. Wen? Zhao Sishen, who was washing chickens, was stunned for a moment and subconsciously continued: "I only heard that your mother is a beauty before, but I don't know Mrs. Wen's name."

"Xiwu." Wen Mingtang lowered his eyes and looked at the tofu silk in his hand, "My mother's name is Xiwu. When I gave birth to my mother, there was a magpies standing on the sycamore tree outside the window and singing, so I took the name of the magpies and silences one word. Later, after my mother married my father, she only called her nickname in the backyard or my father, and I only regarded her nickname as my boudoir name..."

This is not surprising. It is not surprising that a child of seven or eight years old is still ignorant of his cognition around him. It is not surprising that he does not know about this.

"How did you know her name later?" Zhao Sishen asked while rinsing the chickens slaughtered in his hand.

She cleaned it very carefully, and if it was not washed clean, it would smell fishy. Sometimes ordinary people can't cook well even after learning the cooking method of the chef. Many times they just wash and cut things well. The years of meals made her extremely strict requirements on every step of cooking. Even now she is just preparing an ordinary family dinner, it is still the same.

Wen Mingtang said, "I heard Wen Xuance scold my mother and say that she is an ordinary woman, how can she use such a expensive name? My mother said that she is just a magpies standing on the sycamore tree, and she has no intention of being next to her. But my father said that it is enough for ordinary people to choose an ordinary name. Don't want to get a noble name, you can't suppress it. You won't be able to be known by those demons outside and say anything."

Hearing this, Zhao Sishan pressed the chicken rinsed in her hand into the water. Because of the rinsing just now, blood foam immediately oozed out of her flesh and blood after pressing. She didn't raise her head, but focused on the ingredients in her hand and asked, "Where is this name expensive?"

"Feng is roaming with wutong, and wutong is roaming with wutong. The two words "Xiwu" are homophonic to Xiwu." Wen Mingtang said this, holding up the knife in his hand and cutting the tofu skin on the chopping board again.

Zhao Sishen, who had been moving in his hands just now, was stunned at this moment. Looking at the chicken that was constantly oozing out of his hands, he did not move for a long time.

Wen Mingtang in the room cut the tofu skin, took another peeled radish, raised his knife and cut it "aggressively". The sound of chopping sounded in his ears. Zhao Sishen looked up and looked at Wen Mingtang who was cutting the radish. After pausing for a while, he said, "Your mother's name... is indeed expensive."

Wen Mingtang smiled and said in a light tone: "No matter how expensive it is, it's useless! My mother is dead, and the body is buried by me with my own hands. She will not be used by any evil demons to do something like a mad magic circle." She still remembers the noble girl who was still uneasy after her death in the case of Beauty Ding, so she cared about it quite.

What's more, Jiang Chengzu was one of the people who did this. She had thought about this possibility in private, but because her mother's body was buried by her own hands, there was no such possibility.

"Wen Xuance also said that those evil demons and heretics are just making random reasons to harm people," Wen Mingtang said, carefully raising the carrot in his hand. "Even if they are called Xiwu, as long as they think about it, the name is just an excuse."

This is true! Zhao Sishen picked up the chicken in the water, washed it clean again, and said while doing things: "Do you have fewer things in the harem of the late emperor and the emperor cursed people with their birth dates? There are a few of them who even made their own plans and stabbed their own villains. After all, what kind of witchcraft? The name is just an excuse for frame-up."

Wen Mingtang nodded, washed the bean sprouts, cut the scallions, prepared the vegetarian dishes and other places aside, and started pouring flour.

The custom of Darong - after the beginning of spring, we will start eating the spring plate. Although the winter jacket on our body has not been replaced, and it will take about half a month to start popping up in the market, because it is already beginning of spring, it is time for this spring plate to be on.

I heard Zhao Sishen say that Tangyuan and A Bing were hospitable. On the day she came, the two of them went to the market and bought a lot of vegetables and meat. As a result, because they were too enthusiastic, they bought a lot of more, so that the beginning of spring was busy solving the unsolved ingredients and did not eat the spring plate.

So I have been eating it today because of the spring plate.

The so-called spring plate is a way to prepare all kinds of vegetables and meat, dip them in sauce and roll them into the cake, and eat them with the meat and vegetables rolled inside. This way of eating them with the noodles is naturally uncommon. For example, the mixed grain pancakes made by Wen Mingtang in the kitchen were made in the kitchen, and the egg-filled cakes are all combinations of noodles and dishes.

But the beauty of food is here. The same flour and water and dough are different. Due to the different amounts and methods of adding water, the taste is hard or soft, thin or thick. Whether it is a different pot or stove, the taste, and the same taste have changed greatly, all of which are in the hands of the chef.

There are spring cakes as the staple food in the spring plate, so there is no need to prepare rice noodles anymore. Wen Mingtang and Zhao Sishen prepare spring plates and the other makes gourd chicken.

I heard that I had to prepare a spring plate and a lot of dishes to prepare, but it was not difficult to make. I mixed with shredded tofu and coriander with salt, and garlic with oil and light and refreshing. The shredded radish is also cold-fried, stir-fried bean sprouts, cut the eggs into shreds, and add a portion of shredded green onion, and the vegetarian dish is ready.

As for the meat dishes, they are made with pork elbows and pork elbows. This is Zhao Sishen's specialty. He stewed it in a stew pot early in the morning. Wen Mingtang picked up a big leak, so he didn't have to worry about the meat food on the spring plate.

As for the dipping sauce, due to my efforts several months ago, I just had to take it out of the sauce jar directly. Whether it is bean paste made from soybeans, spicy meat sauce made from pork meat, bean paste, and even sweet and sour plum sauce, they are all freshly picked up.

At this point, Wen Mingtang only had to do the spring cake. On the other hand, Zhao Sishen, who only made one gourd chicken, was very busy.

After removing all the blood from the chicken, I tied the chicken with hemp shredded silk and put it into boiling water. After about two cups of tea, I took out the chicken. Because the hemp shredded silk was tied before entering the pot, the boiling water did not deform the chicken, and this step was just the beginning.

Wen Mingtang couldn't help but sigh that the way to cook this gourd chicken was really complicated. When she was ready for the dishes and everything else, she only took out the chicken in the pot and put it into a basin. Then she added broth, wine, salt, sauce, green onion, ginger, star anise, cinnamon and other spices, and then put the basin in a steamer and started to steam.

Wen Mingtang knew that the method of cooking first and then steaming is far from the end, and after the steaming is finished, it needs to be fried in oil. If you only need to cook the chicken, after these steps, three kinds will be enough.

Of course, under such a complicated method, the gourd chicken made really tastes good.

Wen Mingtang felt a stunning feeling when he ate this gourd chicken for the first time. While he opened his mouth and slapped, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: She remembered that she had heard of the name of this gourd chicken in modern society, which was also considered a local dish. She couldn't help but wonder, why did the gourd chicken not spread as a combination of oil and chicken? There were not many people who knew about such deliciousness... It was a pity.

She was stuttering her mouth and sighing. Zhao Sishen, who put the basin into the steamer, was finally empty. She put her hips on her waist and took a break. She looked up at Wen Mingtang who was stirring the batter here. Such leisurely actions were of course because the spring cake was easy and fast to make, so there was no hurry.

There is no hurry... Zhao Sishen leaned against the stove, looked at Wen Mingtang with his hands on his chest, and started chatting with her: "Now, you can tell me what happened after I left the palace. She asked you to send you refreshments not to be that simple!" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sneer, "That woman's plan is written on her face!"

She doesn't like Xinyue very much, and she hasn't liked it from the beginning.

Wen Mingtang stirred the batter in his hand and said leisurely: "It's really not simple! She asked me to send tea. I went to Qianyuan Hall and happened to see the murder scene of the imperial court's murder. There was also Duke Jingguo who was dozing off beside the corpse at the scene."

Zhao Sishen's face changed after hearing a short sentence, and he immediately "spits" and said, "It's really a poisonous woman, she doesn't have a good intention. In this case, wouldn't you offend the Lin family? Then Duke Jingguo didn't like you because of Wen Xuance's affairs, so that's great!"

Wen Mingtang did not argue about this, but just thought about it, and said: "Duke Jingguo is now in a murder case, and his reaction is very similar to Wen Xuance back then. All questions are acknowledged, and he only refuses to kill people. The words to defend himself are the same as Wen Xuance. He just simply said that he did not kill people, so there is nothing else."

When Zhao Sishen heard this, he took a breath of cold air, pointed at Wen Mingtang with his finger, and said, "Now, your Lin Shaoqing is going to follow your old path."

Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "He is a man, why are he entering the palace?"

"Isn't that worse? The man is going to be killed directly." Zhao Sishen said, "At that time, he gave Wen Mingtang a blank look.

Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "It's not that I was eight years old at that time. How old was he? How could he sit and wait for death? What's more, even if he was really designated as the murderer of Lord Chang, it was just a matter of one person, and it wouldn't be as big as Wen Xuance's false imperial edict."

"This is hard to say, maybe there is something else in it?" Zhao Sishan rolled his eyes and muttered, "It seems that such a thing is really hard to say!"

Wen Mingtang grinned and wanted to laugh, but there was no smile in his eyes. When he remembered Wen Xuance's arrangement before his death, he couldn't help but sigh: There is indeed something wrong here, and the matter inside is probably not small.

But at the moment, things have not been completely figured out.

Wen Mingtang lowered her eyes and added some water to the batter, then added some salt and sesame oil. She liked this spring cake that was fragrant and soft and effortless to bite, so she needed to add more water. Not only did the rolls taste delicious, but it was also very delicious to eat them alone.

...

Wen Mingtang is not only the only one who likes to bite the effortless spring cake, but Lin Fei is also the same. He chewed the spring cake with tofu skin, shredded radish and meat in his mouth. He lifted up his eyelids and looked at the man standing in front of him - he injured his hand a few years ago, but at this time he had removed the bandage, so he was OK.

This person is not someone else, but Master Xing, the chef who was recruited before the New Year.

"The second young master doesn't like eating such spring cakes?" Master Xing was called by a servant named Ping'an when he was busy preparing the chicken soup he wanted to eat in the evening.

Thinking of the servant who was talking nonsense and looking at the young man in front of him who was still handsome but still handsome, Master Xing always felt that the master and servant were a little incompatible.

The second young man in the Jingyun Marquis's mansion was really like a man who came out of the book of those handsome and beautiful women. He had a face that was only suitable for playing the piano and painting on the top of the mountain, but it was surprisingly down-to-earth.

At this time, the young man holding the rolled spring cake with his cheeks puffed and chewing hard was frowning and replied, "It's too hard to chew."

Master Xing: "..." He was obviously young and had a good teeth. At least, he had seen this prince of the Hou's mansion close the door and chew bones, and bite walnuts and break them in one bite. Why was it just a slightly chewy spring cake so picky?

Of course, the master talked, such as Master Xing, who had already been trained in the world, would not refute it. He just lowered his head and admitted that he was wrong, and then said, "Second Young Master, wait, let's start a little soft spring cake again."

"No need." Lin Fei, who was frowning and chewing the cake, said, "Let's do it another day!"

Spring cakes are not only eaten on the beginning of spring, but can be eaten for a long time after the beginning of spring.

He swallowed the chewed spring cake in his mouth and raised Lin Fei, who had not finished eating the spring cake, looked at Master Xing, and said slowly: "It's not a problem to chew the cake too hard, but people are different."
Chapter completed!