There seemed to be a lot of rain at the end of March.

When I woke up, the mist and rain outside the window were hazy, and water droplets were dripping under the eaves.

Jiang Yanyi walked to the window and looked at the newly green grass and trees dyed by the rain in the courtyard. All the ripples stirred in her heart faded away, and a faint sadness appeared in her eyes.

She reached out to pick up the rain dripping from under the eaves. The drops of water hit the palm of her hand, and the chill seemed to spread to the bottom of her heart.

"We hope that the good news will be heard in Yuzhou as soon as possible."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh.

It was still early. When Jiang Yanyi walked out the door, she found that there was no movement in the room of Mrs. An next door. She probably was still sleeping. When she walked to the front yard, she could hear the sound of reading aloud from Chu Yangui's room.

She stood under the eaves and listened quietly for a while before turning to the kitchen.

Mrs. Liu had already set fire and was burning water for washing. When she saw Jiang Yanyi, she was quite surprised: "Why didn't the boss get up so early to do it? Why don't he sleep for a while?"

Jiang Yanyi used a wooden basin to make some water and clean the noodles and said, "I'm used to it."

The business grew bigger and bigger. She bought a lot of shops one after another and opened a noodle shop in other states. She was dazzled by various account books every day.

On weekdays, I have to go to shops everywhere during the day. Whenever there is a banquet or something, I have to socialize with the people of the chamber of commerce. I stay up late at night to check the accounts. Every account must be matched before I can fall asleep peacefully.

Since she got married to Feng Shuo, the identity of the prospective princess has made others afraid of her when speaking on the surface, but some of the words arranged behind their backs are still so rude and rude.

For example, she just had a charming face and had great skills in bed, which made Feng Shuo so fascinated. Jiang Yanyi had heard such remarks several times when she went out to do business.

There was also a voice among the people who made a fuss about the county lord of Xing'anhou, saying that if Feng Shuo married such a princess who could go to the battlefield, there would be no worries in the world. On the contrary, she was covered in money and was full of calculating, but she was afraid that the business could be so big, so Feng Shuo used his personal rights to help her.

When the school was started, Jiang Yanyi advocated that women could also enter school. Many women in the folk cursed at her, saying that she had bad intentions and thought about the reputation of those girls. After all, how could women go to school with men in academy?

I have heard too many vicious remarks, but Jiang Yanyi doesn't care about them anymore. She just feels sad.

This era has put heavy shackles on women. When others want to smash the shackles on their bodies, they will also attract their crazy counterattack. It is as if wearing those shackles, they can keep their chastity and make men feel satisfied when choosing themselves like goods.

And they are proud of this and spend their whole life studying how to tightly put this heavy shackle on their daughter.

For those women who break the shackles, they will try their best to point fingers and despise them, as if they can appear to be chaste and noble.

Jiang Yanyi never resented her. She knew clearly that things that were deeply rooted in a dynasty for hundreds of years could not be changed by herself in a day or a few words.

But many times she felt deeply sad and powerless, saying that those foolish women were vicious? They didn't even realize that they were wrong.

Jiang Yanyi can be rejected one by one, but it can be rejected by hundreds of people, but it can't be rejected by tens of thousands of people.

She must stand higher. Only when any words she says are important will more people hear her voice and change the fate of most women in this era.

After Jiang Yanyi finished cleaning the noodles, he turned around to see the snails that had spitted the sand. He found a box of candied date brown sugar cakes on the table next to him, and asked Mrs. Liu: "Is this given by someone else?"

Mrs. Liu smiled at the beginning of the morning and said that she was thankful to the boss for sending someone to collect snails in the village.”

The cake is mixed with brown sugar, which shows a faint brownish red color. It smells not only the unique fragrance of glutinous rice, but also the sweetness of brown sugar.

Jiang Yanyi picked up a piece and sent it to her mouth to taste it. The cake was sweet but not greasy, and it was glutinous but not sticky. The red dates were cut into the pit and were steamed soft. It should be that glutinous rice wine was added when kneading the dough, and a light aroma of wine injected the cake into its soul.

Jiang Yanyi nodded in admiration: "I'll eat snail noodles and baked cakes this morning."

Mrs. Liu had never heard of cooking noodles with snails, and hesitated: "Boss, these snails are better fried."

"Fry it again at noon." Jiang Yanyi picked up a snail and brushed it with a soft brush, and cut off the tail of the snail with scissors. The internal organs of the snail are at the tail and must be handled clean before eating.

The snail has been soaked in clean water for a day and a night. After changing the water several times in the middle, it also added sesame oil, and the sand was spit very clean.

Seeing this, Mrs. Liu went to help. She did farm work all year round, and her hand strength was even greater than Jiang Yan's intention, so it was not difficult to cut the screw tail.

Jiang Yanyi went to the soup.

The essence of snail noodles is almost entirely in the soup. After blanching the pork bones and chicken racks, she added water to the pot, added a few slices of ginger, added a spoonful of rice wine, and then picked up a scallion knot and threw it in.

After the snails are processed, add cold water to the pot and blanch it, add onion and ginger, and cook wine to remove the fishy smell. After the water boils, boil it for half a quarter of an hour, and the snails are basically cooked.

The smell of snail noodles does not come from snails, but sour bamboo shoots.

The raw material used for sour bamboo shoots that Jiang Yanyi used was the winter bamboo shoots that Mrs. Chen gave her during the Chinese New Year. Soaked until now, when the lid of the kimchi jar was lifted, the smell was too domineering. Sometimes it was passed to the yard in front. Chu Yangui had to send Chu Zhong over to ask if something was wrong in the kitchen.

After washing the soaked sour bamboo shoots, she also soaked a lot of peppers harvested before the New Year. She just picked up the seeds and soaked them again. The seeds are now pepper seedlings in the field.

Minced pickled peppers, diced sour cowpeas and sour radish, and cut into shreds of soaked black fungus.

Before stir-frying, Jiang Yanyi first refined scallion oil. After heating it with half scallion oil and half tortoise oil, she didn't put anything into the pot. The oily smell rising from the heat will have a strong scallion aroma.

After throwing in the ginger and garlic, the flavor became even worse. Add chili to stir-fry it out with red oil, pour in sour bamboo shoots and stir-fry it. Then add more than ten flavors of star anise, cinnamon, angelica, perilla, etc., and then stir-fry it out with the aroma. Then pour the blanched screws into it and continue to stir-fry.

Mrs. Liu was watching the fire behind the stove. She smelled the pungent fragrance in the pot and felt a little confused. Thinking of Jiang Yanyi, she said that she would use snail noodles to cook soup in the morning, but in a blink of an eye, she started to stir-fry snails.

However, Mrs. Liu still heard about her own chef's cooking skills. Even though she had tasted Jiang Yanyi's skills yesterday, she swallowed her saliva this morning when she smelled the aroma of fried snails in the pot and praised: "The same spices are the same, but when they come to the boss's hands, why is it so fragrant when it comes to the boss's hands!"

Jiang Yanyi said while stir-frying: "The order of ingredients, the heat of the stir-frying, and the time of the pot are all the same. The taste of the recipe will always be a little different at any step."

"What the boss said is." Mrs. Liu smiled and echoed repeatedly.

After the snails are fried, pour the hanging broth into the pot and continue cooking. Jiang Yanyi uses a small pot to fry peanuts and bean curd.

The bean curd is made of tofu skin. Liu Pozi heard that Jiang Yanyi and his group were coming to the village, so he pushed the tofu in advance and raised a few bean curds.

After the oil temperature rises, turn to low heat. When the peanuts is poured into the pot, small bubbles roll on the top of the oil layer, and the color of the peanuts' skin gradually becomes darker. Jiang Yanyi pushes it with a shovel from time to time. As the time is almost over, he picks up the peanuts and continues to fry the bean curd.

Yesterday, when she made old duck soup, Jiang Yanyi left the duck foot. She fryed the duck foot twice with the remaining oil in the pot before putting it in the snail soup and cooking it together. She added some sugar to enhance the mellowness and increase freshness.

The braised eggs were braised last night, so just put them in the soup and cook them together.

If you want to taste refreshing and smooth, you have to make the noodles with aged rice. The masters of the noodle shop are good at making noodles, and they are not bad at making noodles. Jiang Yanyi brought Zhuangzi's noodles, which are made by the noodle shop chefs.

Only by soaking cold water, the soft vermicelli can the maximum retain the elasticity of the rice flour. Put the soft vermicelli into the pot, boil it softly, then take it into the bowl, pour the hanging soup, spread a few slices of blanched vegetable leaves, lie on the cut braised eggs, then put in the soft and fragrant duck paws, and add sour cowpeas, sour bamboo shoots, fried peanuts, bean curd, and add a few pieces of coriander.

Jiang Yanyi was so hungry that she wanted to pick up the bowl and take it. The Liu Pozi, who was trying to help her, looked reluctant but stopped.

This powder looks delicious, why does it smell so strange?

She was embarrassed to say that Jiang Yanyi was not cooked well, and only hesitated when Jiang Yanyi urged her to send it to Chu Yangui and Duke Chen, she said, "This... the boss really wants to send it to you?"

Jiang Yanyi nodded: "Send it quickly, otherwise it will be cold in a while."

Then she seemed to think of something and said, "If they can't get used to it, you can put a bowl of noodles for them and I'll send it to Mrs. An."

Mrs. Liu thought Jiang Yanyi also realized that she had cooked and smashed the noodles and was not able to dismantle Jiang Yanyi's platform, so she was busy.

When the snail noodles were delivered to Chu Yangui and Duke Chen's residence, Chu Yangui didn't say anything. Instead, Duke Chen pinched his nose and asked, "What's the cooking? Why does it smell weird?"

Liu Pozi smiled awkwardly: "It was the boss who got up early in the morning to use the soup of snail hangers and cooked noodles. If the two of them were not used to it, the boss specially told the old slave to ask the old slave to go to the kitchen to cook noodles."

When he heard that it was made by Jiang Yanyi himself, Chu Yangui said, "Take it over."

A bowl of powder adds a lot of small ingredients, the soup is bright red, but the oil floating on the surface is not heavy, it looks delicious, but it is a bit difficult to smell it.

Chu Yangui hesitated for a while, but he picked up a piece of bean curd that had been soaked in full soup and then soaked in soft bean curd.

He frowned and his expression was quite strange. After eating the bean curd, he put down his chopsticks, scooped a spoonful of soup with a spoonful of soup, and after savoring it carefully, he said, "It's so fresh and sweet, sour and sour, very appetizing."

He said so, and Duke Chen also wanted to taste it. He ate the duck feet first. When he ate it, his eyes lit up and he shouted: "Good taste!"

The duck feet that are fried and then stewed are soft and savory, and they are very easy to taste. They almost don’t need to chew. Once the tip of the tongue is sucked, the meat will come into the mouth, and the glue feels very good.

In the afternoon of that day, people from Ruyi Building rented carriages to the village to collect snails. The next day, snail noodles that smelled like stinky tofu had a special area in Ruyi Building. The business was bleak at the beginning, and people who ate snail noodles flocked to them.

The people in the village also made a lot of money by selling snails, and they were all grateful to Jiang Yanyi.

Mrs. An originally planned to stay for two days before returning to An's house, but the dishes that Jiang Yanyi cooked were so delicious. Sometimes when Jiang Yanyi checked the accounts, Mrs. An could learn a lot, and she gradually forgot about going home.
Chapter completed!