Big pot cooking is not difficult for Ye An. As long as you add enough ingredients and control the heat well enough, there will be no problem. If you try it yourself, the taste will be no worse than the marching stove of later generations.
Looking at Xuan'er, whose face was reddened by the flames, Ye An smiled and said: "Let the Wang gang bring out the dishes. The chowder dishes don't taste good, but after all, they will fill your stomach."
Xuan'er shrugged her nose and said in surprise: "Master Hou, is this not bad? It already tastes the best, and the aroma is no worse than what we eat in the past!"
When Ye An saw the condiments on the stove, he complained distressedly: "There are too many ingredients. They are all good medicinal materials bought from the drug store..."
Ye An conveniently knocked her little head: "How can there be so many complaints? It's all the neglect of the neighbors? Why did the Analects of Confucius that I learned before be forgotten so quickly? "Confucius was in the village party, and he was so arrogant."
Confucius was gentle and respectful to his neighbors, let alone us?!"
Xuan'er stuck out her tongue and whispered: "Young Master is unreasonable. When you need it, you will take out the words of the saints. When you don't need them, you will throw them into the corner of the corner without knowing it!"
After saying that, he carried the food bowl out as quickly as possible without giving Ye An a chance to explain. He could only let Ye An hold the big spoon and smile bitterly and shake his head.
How did this girl know that if people all lived according to the "Analects of Confucius", this life would be impossible!
Widow Zhang, who was standing at the door, saw Xuan'er running out and scolded dissatisfiedly: "The little girl looks like this and she is not afraid of falling. It's a shame to lose her own face. How can she lose the face of the Marquis?"
?How can I enter the room and serve the Marquis to eat and drink in the future?"
For some reason, after seeing Widow Zhang, Xuan'er immediately behaved herself. In her opinion, this woman who cared about the Hou Mansion cared about her as much as an elder. Since she came to the Hou Mansion, she has taught her a lot about being the head of the house. She is a
A very good woman, but unfortunately her husband is dead and her luck is not much better than hers.
Ye An came out wearing an apron. When he saw Widow Zhang, he smiled and said: "Has the tea been delivered? It's almost noon. Let everyone rest quickly. The pond is only so big, so there is no need to go to such great lengths.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a day or two late.”
Widow Zhang sighed helplessly: "The marquis of that family is either extremely noble, or you still have to take care of such a trivial matter, even taking care of the food, for fear that they, the killers, won't be able to eat well. Ordinary people
Lazy man, how can you not work hard to make money when you have this opportunity? You go and clean up, the officials from Sinong Temple are here!"
Ye An nodded and took off his apron. He patted the almost invisible dust on his body and said with a smile: "I have packed it up very well. This body is comfortable and tight. It is probably the end of the year. Sinong Temple sent someone to find me to sit down."
The office handles some official business."
Seeing Ye An's casualness, Widow Zhang said: "Then you should hurry up. After all, you are also a sixth-grade dispatch officer!"
"Got it!"
Ye An left casually, but he felt a little strange in his heart. He, the young minister of Sinong Temple, was awarded to some extent because of the promotion of potatoes and sweet potatoes. He had agreed to take charge of this matter next year, so why did he send someone here before the new year?
Already?
I met Zhou Guangzu in the side hall that had just been renovated. Seeing him looking around, Ye An walked out from behind the screen with a smile: "The side hall that has just been renovated still smells of tung oil, covering up the aroma of tea."
Zhou Guangzu immediately bowed and saluted and said: "The villain Zhou Guangzu has seen Yunzhong Junhou!"
Ye An smiled and waved his hand and said: "You are from Sinong Temple, so you can just call me by your official title. The distinction between superiors, subordinates and subordinates must not be messed up."
This was a deliberate attempt to lower his status. Zhou Guangzu could see that this Marquis had no airs and was much better than the nobles and clan members in Tokyo.
So his attitude became more respectful: "This is how disrespectful the official is. Mr. Ye Shaoqing came here on the orders of Fan Ziyuan, the young minister of Sinong Temple. Please go to Sinong Temple tomorrow to discuss matters."
Seeing Ye An's confusion, he immediately added: "Isn't it almost the New Year's Eve? There is a public banquet at Sinong Temple, and the minister's money needs Shaoqing's seal..."
Good guy... relationships have to be spent with public funds, and then I found myself.
It’s no wonder that people in the Song Dynasty used public funds to eat and drink. It was nothing new. The imperial court had special public welfare funds in various yamen. It was euphemistically called "the gift of nurturing talents and cannot be abolished."
Ye An knew that the matter was not that simple, but since Zhou Guangzu didn't elaborate, it was not appropriate to ask. Instead, he nodded and said with a smile: "That's fine, I'll go to Sinong Temple tomorrow. If you'd like to help me, please go there!"
Seeing Ye An serving tea, Zhou Guangzu said goodbye politely. When he was going out, he saw that it was not the fool who just brought him the tea, but one of the stewards of the palace.
Now I feel at ease. If that stupid guy just now, his trip today would have been in vain.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the door, Wang Gang deftly flicked his fingers, and a silver bean shining with white light fell into Zhou Guangzu's hand. After a slight pause, it immediately disappeared under his big sleeves.
There was no need to look at it, but just a little consideration, and he realized that talking less always means more. He quickly smiled and said: "Brother Wang, I'll take my leave now. If the Marquis still doesn't understand anything, just send someone to ask when you get to Sinong Temple."
Then another bigger silver bean fell into his hand, and Wang Gang smiled and said: "Then I have someone to help you, please go slowly."
Wang Gang is a shrewd person. Although he is not very old, he has followed Wang Hao for a long time and has learned a lot. He can easily deal with these ordinary things.
When he returned to the backyard, he saw Ye An standing outside the small kitchen directing Xuan'er to bring out the rice. He stepped forward and whispered: "Master Marquis, I have already prepared it. I can ask him tomorrow to ask for details."
Ye An nodded: "Sinong Temple suddenly invited me to go. I'm afraid that it's not just for the official banquet. It's this kind of diligent little official who knows the inside story. It's better to spend a lot of money in one go than to spend small amounts one after another."
A good deal.”
Wang Bang nodded immediately, extended his thumb and said: "Young Master is wise!"
Ye An's understanding of Sinong Temple is very limited, but now that the young minister of Sinong Temple has approached him, if it is just for the minister's money, he can have the required account books sent over and just use the seal himself. There is no need.
Let yourself go there for yourself.
"Xiao Langjun, when can we have dinner? We are all waiting for you there!"
Ye An was slightly stunned, looked at Tieniu's depressed eyes and said, "Didn't the food be delivered to you? Why don't you eat it?"
Tieniu accused the Wang Gang and complained: "The Wang Gang said that I can only eat it after you let me know!"
Ye An looked at the Wang Gang and shook his head helplessly: "We are all neighborhood gang members. We don't need to follow such rules. It will make people think that I am trying to establish my authority. It's so boring!"
Wang Bang opened his mouth but swallowed his words. He didn't understand why the young man was already a marquis and didn't need any dignity at all. He treated these neighbors well enough, so why didn't he even have official etiquette? Even if
It's Wang Hao who lives in Yangcheng County. Most of his official etiquette are high and mighty!
When he arrived in the backyard, looking at the people staring closely at the pot of pork stewed with vermicelli in the open air, Ye An felt angry from nowhere and couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing standing there? Eat!"
Uncle Ge San smiled and said: "Master Hou has spoken, what are you waiting for? Eat!"
Then Ye An heard the clatter of dishes, and a group of men stood up and forked all the vermicelli and pork into the big bowl, sucking it in with each other's lips.
Watching the iron cows around you also swallowed your saliva, the appearance of these people eating really stimulated people's appetite.
The vermicelli is rich in oily red sauce, and the thick pork belly is stewed to a pulp. This is the pork belly that Ye An specially braised first, and then the vermicelli soaked in hot water. The taste is undeniable.
It only requires a large amount of white rice, and even Ye An himself couldn't hold it. Fortunately, the Wang Gang saved a basin.
So Ye An was arranged in another seat and ate the same meal as others. Widow Zhang was also invited over. She was from a womanly family and had a child, so she was not suitable for eating together with a group of men.
Widow Zhang's two children were devouring the food, and Tieniu didn't dare to open his cheeks when they were next to them.
After dragging the soup and mixing the vermicelli on the rice, Ye An then put the pork belly into his mouth. With his mouth full of oil, he let out a long sigh of relief and said: "This is the enjoyment! It's much better than that banquet..." "
Widow Zhang pursed her lips and smiled and said: "The banquet given by the official family is a matter of heaven to us, but when it comes to the mouth of the Marquis, it is not as delicious as the meat and meat in this food bowl."
Ye An looked at Xuan'er, whose chopsticks looked like embroidery, picked up a full chopstick, stirred it into the broth, put it into her bowl and said with a smile: "The banquet rules are too heavy, there are too many schemings, I'm tired. You are so panicked, how can you be free at home?"
Widow Zhang said awkwardly: "Master Hou, will our house be like this in the future? Mr. Yangcheng County will be unhappy..."
Ye An laughed loudly: "She! She can't be more casual than I am, and there is no need for such trembling."
After speaking, he looked at Wang Gang and asked, "What did Monk Kongkong say when I asked you to go to Daxiangguo Temple?"
As soon as she heard that it was about her own affairs, Widow Zhang put down her bowls and chopsticks and stared at Gang Wang closely, her worry beyond words.
Gang Wang looked around, swallowed the food in his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Master Kongkong said that he doesn't care about this matter. You have to go there in person, after all, those two monks were beaten miserably by you. Master is a little angry. .”
Ye An nodded: "Okay, I'll go look for him in the afternoon. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I miss this fat monk a little."
Wang Gang whispered: "I'm afraid you have to cook, the master said that you should bring wine and food with you!"
"Who does the fat monk think I am?!...Forget it! It's reasonable to give him some benefits, the great monk!"