Chapter 172

"I'm so sorry to bring a letter when I'm here."

Mo xingle stood by the door, followed the servants to welcome ah Yao to the kitchen and commanded the servants to move to little Mazar. He sat at the door and watched ah Yao cook. He said he was embarrassed. He looked at the sea fish and shrimps brought by ah Yao with a happy face“ There are vegetables at home. I asked my servants to buy them early in the morning. How fresh they are. "

"This was brought by master Wangyue. You have been very helpful several times. It's not difficult to cook one or two more dishes." A Yao tied up her apron, took the bamboo plaque, selected the ingredients, and quickly outlined the menu in her mind.

There are eight people in Mo xingle's family. In fact, there are only six people at the family banquet. They make eight dishes and one soup. Finally, nine dumplings are used for dessert. Among them, two old people, a child during the tooth change period, have bad teeth and need to accommodate them.

A Yao thought, and then put in a brick of tofu. The bamboo plaque was heavy, with colorful meat and vegetables stacked neatly inside.

The elderly and children have bad teeth. In terms of vegetarian dishes, they are a good crab roe tofu, a fish flavored shredded meat eggplant, and Chinese wolfberry sprouts in soup. They are soft, rotten and delicious.

Cut tofu into small pieces. During the Dragon Boat Festival, crabs are not fat. A Yao uses chopsticks instead of a bunch of salted duck eggs that are red and oily. Cook the salted duck egg, cut it into two halves, dig out the egg yolk, grind it with a spoon, you can still see the red oil dripping from the duck egg yolk, add a spoonful of chicken soup, pour in the tofu, thicken it after cooking, and put it into a black glazed bowl. The yellow thick soup nests in a corner of a white tofu piece, interspersed with two shrimps in the middle, sprinkled with scallions. The thick soup bubbles and spreads white fog. It is inexplicable that there is an illusion that the mountains and seas are all in the bowl.

The meat includes sweet and sour tenderloin, three sets of duck, egg skin and meat rolls, a sour and sweet appetizer, a salty and fragrant soft rotten, a mouthful of meat and egg laver, which are suitable for all ages.

When the pot is hot, fry the sea salt first. Sprinkle a small spoonful of pepper with the coarse salt like ice crystal. The stove is very hot, and heat the salt particles. Wash the shrimps and cut off their whiskers. Marinate them with wine, green onions, ginger and minced garlic. The shrimps themselves have a taste of sea water. What she makes is baked shrimps with salt. There is no need to put salt to taste. The way of baked with salt makes the fresh and sweet shrimps stand out from the rough salt.

A smell of salt with the smell of fireworks slowly floated out of the pot. Ah Yao opened the lid and the salt grains on the edge heated and danced. She turned the pot shovel and the surface of the salt grains at the bottom became yellowish brown. With her turning, the smell of pepper floated out of the salt. She buried the sea shrimp and baked the sea shrimp with salt for the time being.

Take flour on both sides of the sea fish, fry them in an oil pan until they are golden on both sides, season them with soy sauce, scallion and ginger, stew them with water, and serve them when the sauce is thick and decorated with scallions. With a little effort, the chopsticks picked up a piece of braised sea fish. The sauce of the fish skin was rich, but the fish meat inside was not affected by too much sauce. The salty smell was fresh. The key was that when a Yao handled it, he removed the bones of the fish in advance, so that Mo xingle applauded on the side, and then a Yao drove out the troublesome customers with a knife.

Take out the fish bones and fry them until fragrant. Pour in clean water and stew them into a milk white fish soup. Add white melon and kunbu. Kunbu tastes salty. There is no need to add salt. When the braised sea fish is almost eaten, add soup. A bowl of clear soup can relieve greasiness.

When she wiped the sweat off her head, it was still dark. It seemed that she heard a cry from the dining room: "it's so rich today?"

Just have fun.

A Yao couldn't see them on tiptoe. She had to continue steaming her zongzi for dinner and a dessert for Mo xingle's family.

Dining room.

Mo xingle's family has old and young people, grandparents, parents, he and his little nephew sit around a table. His eldest brother is on duty in the criminal department, and his sister-in-law goes back to her mother's house to say she won't come back for dinner. The two old men felt a little pity that the family could not get together. Mo xingle's father was unhappy: "leave some dishes for your eldest brother. It's outrageous for the eldest brother's daughter-in-law! Don't look at what day it is today. "

"The old man in sister-in-law's family is not feeling well. She didn't say it for fear that she might make a taboo and annoy you." Mo xingle scooped a spoonful of crab roe tofu for his grandparents and braised sea fish for his parents. "When I turn around, I have to let my brother teach my sister-in-law a good lesson. If the family has something to say, how can I wriggle and make my father angry, right?"

"Smelly boy, don't think I don't know. You turn the corner and scold me!" Mo xingle's father patted the table.

Mo xingle put another piece of braised sea fish in his bowl: "No. Dad, eat, eat. "

Mo xingle's father snorted coldly and was stunned when he raised his eyes. Most of the dishes on the plate were swept away. His parents, his wife, including his grandson, ate with relish. No one had time to pay attention to him“ Dad, if you don't eat it, you'll soon eat it up. "

Mo xingle scooped a tablespoon of crab roe tofu and poured it on the rice surface. The clear yellow soup dyed the rice golden yellow. There were several trembling tofu pieces on the surface, and then he ate the rice in a big way.

"Hum, what cook do you invite outside? It's expensive and pretentious. It wastes materials. It's not delicious. Whenever you find a cook who is delicious, I'll take your last name. " Mo xingle's father hugged his hands.

Mo xingle was helpless. He quickly took more eggplant and medlar buds with chopsticks. Taking advantage of his nephew's poor chopsticks, he forked an egg meat roll: "Dad, is there a difference between my last name and yours?"

The six-year-old nephew sucks his fingers and shrivels his mouth: "milk! Uncle bullied me! "

"What do you mean by grabbing food with a six-year-old?" Mo xingle's mother raised her head and angrily opened his chopsticks and took away the duck.

Mo xingle: "

The two old people held the soup and smiled: "it's delicious. Son, if you really don't want to eat, don't waste it. My mouth is OK and can help you solve it. "

Mo xingle's father stared straight. Is it so delicious? Inadvertently, his wife and his grandson were looking at his bowl. "Let her cook a dish again. How can you be so rude, mine." He quickly picked up the bowl and took a bite of baked sea shrimp with salt. It tastes

It smells good!

"Although the food was cold, it was barely delicious. Where did you get the cook this time and how much did it cost? "

"She didn't ask for money. I helped her before."

The whole family suddenly focused on Mo xingle.

"Son, can't other girls be..."

Mo xingle's marriage is a long-standing problem. He is a fool and can't be persuaded. The Iceman comes to his door. He drives guests in a fancy way. Over time, the Iceman records him in a small notebook and goes to whoever he loves. In addition, Mo xingle's eldest brother has a son. If there is no separation in their family, he will go. It's rare that now there is a cook who doesn't accept his money and makes such a meal that suits the appetite of the whole family. They think a little more.

"Mother, what are you thinking?" Mo xingle couldn't laugh or cry. "I did her a favor. It's just a reward. Moreover, the little girl is very young. She's only one round older than our baby."

"She's so young. She hasn't eaten yet. Ask her to come up and have a look."

A Yao peeled off the leaves of Jiuzi zongzi in the kitchen. As soon as she set the plate, she heard Mo xingle yelling her name: "Xiaoyao Zhu, you can serve dessert now."