Chapter 4 Pickled Fresh Food

Author: Koi Yuanbao

Chapter 4 Pickled Fresh Food

The tower bells are ringing, and the Chengtian Gate is slowly opening to welcome the spring light.

The day of the officials who went to court had just begun, but the diabolo baskets at Jiaren Fruit Shop were already stacked half a foot high.

Lu Xiling twisted his neck and shouted: "Bean sprouts, go back and bring another pot."

"Why me?" Douya said angrily, "I can't move it!"

"If you don't go, I won't give you delicious food in a while."

"What's delicious?"

Douya suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In the morning, she only ate two fist-sized pieces of jade-tip noodles, and she was feeling very emotional.

But Hu Erniang has shop rules, and business is best at Chen and Noon hours, so you have to wait until the end of the day to get your next meal!

How could this person dare to put out food without permission on his first day at work?

Douya pursed her lips. Beautiful women are all liars. Could this man be trying to be clever again?

Lu Xiling was amused by the thick darkness in the workplace that a child imagined.

"The osmanthus cakes in the steamer are almost sold out. If you want to sell them at noon, you have to steam them again. Then I will make an extra row for you to eat."

"Can you also steam osmanthus cake?!"

wrong!

Douya turned around and went to the kitchen, when a scream was heard in a moment, and the diners at the door almost sprayed Lu Xiling in the face.

The little girl ran back and said in surprise: "The boss lady steamed ten pots of flower cakes before she left!"

Lu Xiling said helplessly: "So you still don't plan to move the flower cake out?"

"Move! I'm going to move them all here now!"

Douya ran towards the kitchen before finishing her words, feeling as happy as if a little red flower had finally bloomed on the barren grassland!

Hu Erniang must be very happy after selling so much. If Hu Erniang is happy, maybe she can have an extra bowl of rice tonight!

Hu Erniang will indeed be happy. The business in front of his house is the most prosperous on the whole street today!

Even the nobles who usually look down on street vendors couldn't help but want to join in the fun at this time.

When Bai Ye rode by with his entourage, the entourage wearing a cyan cardigan noticed the action on the street first.

Yesterday, His Majesty paid homage to the Queen of Heaven and proclaimed himself Emperor Qing. The reign title was Tianyuan.

Immediately afterwards, he issued an edict to the court, conferring the title of Prince Ming En on the late His Highness, His Highness Bai Ye, the Second Highness, as the Eternal King, who was still in charge of the imperial army and the affairs of the capital, and His Highness Bai Shu, the Third Highness, as the King Cheng, in charge of Dali Temple.

The fourth highness, Bai Wu, was the youngest, but he was unexpectedly named King Rui and was arranged to read the memorial in the cabinet with the imperial concubine and others.

There is no need to share the grace here with others.

Although they, as subordinates, always wanted to complain on behalf of their master, seeing that his master always had an expression of "I don't care," they stopped saying more.

"Oh - what delicious food, so many people are queuing up to buy it."

Bai Ye glanced in the direction of the person's finger and tightened his grip on the reins unconsciously.

"Osmanthus cake... jujube cake..." the attendant murmured, grinning, "I think it's a beauty cake! Tsk tsk, the girls in the capital are really not reserved at all."

Everyone has a love for beauty. I don’t know whether the cake is delicious or not, but the gimmick is enough to make money.

"Go and buy it back."

The entourage was shocked: "Ah?"

Bai Ye struck him with a knife.

The entourage immediately stopped talking and did not dare to ask. He got off his horse and ran to the fruit stand.

Halfway down the road, I suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked suspiciously: "How much do you want to buy, Your Highness?"

"……all."

Does this mean it's rounded?

The follower was startled, and immediately ran towards the crowd without delay.

While he was queuing up, he wondered if his master had fallen into trouble while sleeping in his former residence last night.

Once upon a time in Dibei, his master drank blood and fed on hair. He could swallow the slaughtered tiger intestines, snake gallbladders, wolf livers, sheep lungs, and even the blood and meat without any problem.

But that was before!

After these years of not seeing each other, the master's appetite has become more and more cunning. Now, even if it is the royal meal served by the Shangshi Bureau, he will only comment coldly, "This dish is bland, that dish is salty, and this soup is extremely fishy."

, the dogs won’t drink it.”

Not to mention the vulgar snacks outside.

Seeing that it was almost time, the crowd in the distance finally dispersed with noisy, and the entourage rushed back with a bag full of fruits.

"The cake seller said these were all she had left, so her subordinates bought them all!"

Bai Ye didn't even look at it, he picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, clamped it on the horse's belly and left.

After a moment, the person in front of me was told without looking back: "Take it back and give it to the Imperial Guards who were on duty last night."

The entourage was like a Zhang Er monk who was confused. When he saw the person walking away, he quickly got on his horse and followed him.

Business is booming today, and sales are fast and large.

Lu Xiling was true to his word and would not lie to children, but the children were probably tired of eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

She touched her chin and looked at the ingredients in the kitchen - shredded bamboo shoots, bacon, fresh seasonal vegetables on the floor, and some rice, noodles and dry food.

Suddenly, Lu Xiling estimated that he could make a simple version of pickled pork for the little girl.

"What is pickled food?" Dou Ya asked.

Lu Xiling smiled and gave up.

Pickled fresh food is a seasonal dish from the south of the Yangtze River. It is normal that the little girl has never tried it. Lu Xiling first read about it in a book.

Authentic pickled pork is best eaten in early March every year, when the spring bamboo shoots are the most tender.

There was no casserole in the kitchen, so Lu Xiling washed the face-sized cup and took out spring bamboo shoots, bacon, and a small piece of fresh meat. Lu Xiling had a sharp eye and picked the fresh meat in alternating fat and thin ones, otherwise it would taste dry if it was too thin.

Yes, too fat will easily ruin a pot of fresh soup.

Lu Xiling cut the bamboo shoots in the middle with a knife, while peeling off the deep red skin of the bamboo shoots, he talked about food.

"Put ham on the spring bamboo shoots, then bacon, fresh meat. If you like it light, you can add lettuce and louver knots. If you like fresh meat, you can add chicken, glutinous rice chicken, short ribs..."

After Dou Ya heard about these ingredients, his mouth watered even before he started eating, "Who can afford this? There are so many ingredients!"

"What? I haven't said anything more complicated yet." Lu Xiling chuckled.

There were very few ingredients at the moment. As for ham, Baiye could only rely on imagination. Lu Xiling didn't dare to spoil the taste with other ingredients, so he had to cut the leftover tofu from the morning into small pieces and sprinkle it in to enhance the freshness.

The bean sprouts were still small and it was the time when the body was growing. How could they not eat enough? Lu Xiling thought for a moment and added another strand of noodles.

When you open the lid, you will find that the soup is thick and white, the meat is crispy and fat, and the spring bamboo shoots are fragrant, crispy, tender and white, and the tofu floats on top, steaming.

The bean sprouts were wandering around the stove like a bee in a flower bush.

Lu Xiling looked at it and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry~"

Dou Ya said anxiously: "Whatever hot tofu or cold tofu, whatever you eat in your mouth is my tofu!"

When the soup and dishes were served, Lu Xiling filled a bowl and gave it to the children.

The bean sprouts almost turned purple from biting their lips. Finally, I could eat it in my mouth. I couldn't control it anymore, so I immediately buried my head and began to tremble.

Lu Xiling tilted her chin and looked at it with a smile: After all, he is a young man and has a good appetite. Fortunately, he is not hungry, otherwise he would not be able to snatch her away.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours, no one will compete with you."

Douya coughed twice in embarrassment.

She still sneers at good-looking women, but when it comes to delicious food, she can be forgiven for a while.
Chapter completed!