The ingredients used in Tiaoqiang are all top-notch, not only good, but also luxurious.
Song Yutong spent most of her points just to redeem these ingredients.
These ingredients include abalone, sea cucumber, shark's fin, scallops, mushrooms, scallops, tendon, deer tendon, fish maw, cuttlefish, pigeon eggs, pork, beef, chicken, Muscovy duck, etc.
It takes a lot of effort to collect just these ingredients.
Not to mention that the production process is too complicated, each process requires careful development, requires both slow and vigorous fire, and it also needs to be sealed with lotus leaves while simmering.
It is not that easy to make this dish.
It’s not that easy to achieve an authentic and excellent taste.
Song Yutong had cooked the rice, and the milk dumplings woke up from the smell. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and first gave Song Yutong a big hug.
Then, he raised his little head and asked Song Yutong with a curious expression: "Mom, did you and daddy have a little sister last night? Can I be a brother today?"
Song Yutong's face turned red as she listened to Naituanzi Tong Yan Wuji's words, which was very unnatural.
When he turned around to look, he found Ji Chengan sitting aside drinking tea and staring at him meaningfully.
I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, why did I ask this guy to listen to the corner.
"Little sister, how can you be so fast? Go and wash up quickly. Mother made your favorite sweet bean juice and fried dough sticks."
Song Yutong dismissed the milk dumplings in a few words. As soon as he heard that the milk dumplings were delicious, he called his sister and other things out of his mind, thinking only about his favorite sweet bean juice and fried dough sticks.
I turned around and went around to make the ingredients needed for Buddha to jump over the wall. I thought that my children knew what happened last night, and I felt a little embarrassed.
Ji Chengan was eating the delicious breakfast, but his eyes fell on Song Yutong from time to time, and his desire to take her back to his house to be a cook became more and more determined.
Although the meals prepared by various chefs in his house were delicious, they were not as to his taste as those prepared by Song Yutong.
Even porridge and side dishes can be eaten with gusto by him.
Especially the salty tofu puffs and the crispy fried dough sticks. The taste is extraordinary when soaked in sweet soy milk.
Even a person like him who doesn't pay much attention to food and drink can't help but be bribed by her craftsmanship.
Cheng Hanyan was hungry and exercised vigorously all night last night, and now his stomach was already empty.
Following the scent of Song Yutong's pancakes, I couldn't help but walk out of the house.
Obviously Ji Chengan should be the most seriously injured person, but when Cheng Hanyan was injured, he still wanted to help the villagers move to a safe place, which greatly tore the wound, causing his body to be even more injured than Ji Chengan.
A little heavier.
As soon as Cheng Hanyan entered the kitchen, he saw a bowl of sweet soy milk and a bowl of salty tofu in front of Ji Chengan, who was eating slowly with a fried dough stick in his hand.
The most damning thing was that Ji Chengan's eyes kept falling on Song Yutong, his eyes glowing faintly, as if he was very interested in Song Yutong, but also as if he was scheming something.
All in all, it wasn't a very good look. Cheng Hanyan wanted to dig out her eyes.
Cheng Hanyan thought in his mind and did this.
He picked up a chopstick on the table, rinsed it, and shot it towards Ji Chengan.
Although Ji Chengan was looking at Song Yutong, he did not let down any guard in his heart. When Cheng Hanyan picked up the chopsticks, his body had already reacted one step ahead of him.
"If you look again, I will gouge your eyes out." Cheng Hanyan's voice was neither loud nor quiet, and sounded a bit cold.
Ji Chengan sneered indifferently, and his eyes fell on Song Yutong again, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
"I'm not interested in married women." After Ji Chengan finished speaking, he stopped being an eyesore in front of these two people.
After finishing what was in front of him, he turned around and went into the house.
After Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan moved into the new residence, they arranged a separate room for Ji Chengan.
Ji Chengan just walked into the house and noticed that there was an extra person in the house.
He closed the door, turned around and walked towards the bed. He lifted up his clothes and sat with one hand on his legs, looking a bit domineering.
The man in black who was hiding on the beam also came down from the beam, knelt down on one knee and shouted respectfully: "Master! This subordinate arrived too late to save me and deserves death."
Ji Chengan's eyes were somewhat cold, falling on the man in black in front of him.
"He deserves to die, but who sent these killers?"
Naturally, he would not let go of anyone who could scheme against him and almost succeed, but he also needed to find out who it was.
After all, he was not the only one who wanted to sit in that place where people can eat people without spitting out their bones.
"Yes... he belongs to the second prince." Ji Chengan's men did not dare to hide anything and told Ji Chengan all the information they had learned.
Ji Chengan's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Master, do you want to take you back now?" Ji Chengan's subordinates raised their heads and glanced at Ji Chengan, only to realize that the clothes his master was wearing were of very poor quality. He must have suffered a lot of grievances here.
Ji Chengan's injuries on the mountain have not yet fully recovered, so going back at this time will do no harm to him.
Presumably he is not dead, and the second prince will continue to send people to hunt him down. Now there is a famine on the Xianping Line and there is chaos everywhere. It would be easy for the second prince to take advantage of the chaos and kill him.
It would be better for him to stay at home, recover from his injuries, and not act rashly.
Not to mention getting married, this little lady looks like a tigress, but her craftsmanship is really good and she makes good medicinal food.
The old injuries on his body would hurt on rainy days, but after drinking the medicinal diet made by Song Yutong for a few days, the pain that should have been unbearable after two days of rain became less severe.
I think if you continue to stay here, you will only get more benefits.
"No need, declare to the outside world that I am missing, and send more people from the palace to pretend to look for me. It is best not to let the second brother know that I am still alive. In addition, prepare an extra five thousand taels of silver notes for me." Ji Chengan
commanded.
But what he was thinking about was that Song Yutong loved money so much that if he gave her more banknotes, he would be able to coax her into working as a cook in his house, and then Song Yutong would be able to make medicinal meals for him.
"Yes, I obey!" The man in black received the order, turned around and left the house.
Cheng Hanyan, who was drinking the chicken soup specially heated by Song Yutong for him in the kitchen, glanced at the courtyard, and for a moment, he just had breakfast as if nothing had happened.
But his eyes were very deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Cheng Xiuwen noticed that Cheng Hanyan had been dazed for a long time. The chicken soup in the bowl was almost cold. He still had a mouthful before he called out to Cheng Hanyan.
"Brother, what are you thinking about so deeply?"
Cheng Hanyan looked at Cheng Xiuwen who looked curious and shook his head: "Nothing."