Chapter 122 Butterfly Lovers (8) When Liu Tao opened the door and went out, it was completely dark outside. There are no street lights, and the moonlight is the biggest light source in the dark. Most people's houses are dark, and only a few of the wealthier people light kerosene lamps. The black smoke and dim light interweave, looking like little sparks. Luo Jun was still the same as when he came, standing at the door of the house with his hands in his pockets. The moonlight shone on his body, his face was half bright and half dark, and his eyes looked very deep. "I don't like carrots." Luo Jun said. "I know, so I asked Master Jiang to make the carrots more delicious." Liu Tao walked to Luo Jun, took his hand skillfully, and the two of them walked home together. "I remember that you didn't like eating vegetables at first. Don't you really like the vegetables made by Master Jiang?" "He cooked it in chicken soup, and the carrots cooked in chicken soup are not delicious." Luo Jun retorted. "But maybe there are other ways to make carrots delicious." Liu Tao said with a smile, "If Master Jiang can't make it delicious, then we won't order it in the future." "Um."
"You've finished reading the newspaper. What are you going to read tomorrow? I'll pack things out in advance in the morning." "Look... "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman". There are so many newspapers that you don't know where to start. I can just look for it myself tomorrow morning." "Okay, it's all my fault that I don't know how to read." Liu Tao was a little disappointed. "There are many people who don't know the characters, and those who know the characters may not be of much use." Luo Jun said disdainfully, "I know a lot of characters with the surname Chu. I know English, French, German, and Japanese. How can I say that I have learned the Four Books and the Five Classics since I was a child?" I studied new Western education in college. If I graduate from a prestigious school and join the government, I won’t just be able to make money by approving documents.” "There are so many coins from various countries at home that the safe can't fit them, and they want to blackmail me over the head." After hearing what Luo Jun said, Liu Tao asked: "I remember before we left Shanghai, Minister Chu asked someone to give me two ruby rings. I haven't heard from him in the past two years, and he is still working in Shanghai. ” Luo Jun nodded: "Probably, he is probably swimming." Liu Tao tilted her head, not quite understanding. However, there were many things she didn't understand in her life, and she had no habit of delving into them, so she just nodded and moved on. After returning home, Liu Tao went to bed early, while Luo Jun was used to staying up late, reading the newspaper in front of the candle until midnight before going upstairs to sleep. On the morning of the second day, Liu Tao also got up early, cleaned the house briefly, went into the kitchen to brew the ingredients needed to make tangerine peel tea, and waited for the milkman to come. When Luo Jun got up, the tangerine peel tea had already been brewed and was at the right temperature. Luo Jun was eating tangerine peel tea and reading the newspaper, while Liu Tao went upstairs to dress up, put on a complete set of jewelry, and prepared to go out with a food box. "I went to get noodles from Master Jiang. Yesterday, I asked Master Jiang to make some new flavors. I have to go over and see how he is doing. If not, I still have time to change." Liu Tao began to report the itinerary. Luo Jun stared at the newspaper and said, "If you don't like wearing so much jewelry when you go out, you don't have to wear it." Liu Tao touched the new earrings, glanced at the ruby ring given by Minister Chu that she had just dug out from upstairs, and said, "It's okay if you get used to it." "I am Mrs. Luo. If you go out naked, Boyan, you will be laughed at by others." Luo Jun stopped talking and drank the last sip of tangerine peel tea. Liu Tao goes out. Luo Jun stood up, and just when Qin Huai thought that Luo Jun was going to sit on the sofa and read a novel to be his otaku, Luo Jun walked to the door, paused for two minutes and slowly changed his shoes and went out.
Qin Huai:? Luo Jun was walking slowly outside. The neighbors along the road were not surprised when they saw Luo Jun and just went about their own work. The route Luo Jun took was very familiar to Qin Huai, because he had already walked with the couple yesterday - it was the road to Master Jiang's place. Very good, Mr. Luo is no longer an otaku today, but a slut. Luo Jun slowly walked to the familiar street corner. He did not knock on the door of the short house, but walked into the yard skillfully. There were no children playing in the mud in the yard, only the child who was sweeping the yard. When the woman saw Luo Jun, she skillfully brought him a cushioned chair and smiled flatteringly at Luo Jun: "Mr. Luo, my little **** sneaked into Master Jiang's place again when I wasn't paying attention. It's really... Excuse me." "It's okay, my wife likes children." Luo Jun nodded calmly, "You go about your business." The woman continued to sweep the floor, but this time she had to avoid Mr. Luo's direction when sweeping the floor, so as not to spread dust on Mr. Luo's clothes. Luo Jun took out a newspaper folded into tofu cubes from his pocket, unfolded it, and began to read the newspaper. Qin Huai:… How should I put it, Luo Jun's hobbies and habits have remained consistent for many years. It was fun to watch Luo Jun read the newspaper in the yard, but Qin Huai wanted to know what was going on in the house. After watching "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" for two minutes, Qin Huai walked into the short room. Jiang Weiming, Goudan and Liu Tao were all in the kitchen. The food box Liu Tao brought was placed on the table outside, and the front and back doors of the kitchen were open. If one of the three people in the room is willing to take two steps toward the back door, he can look outside and see Luo Jun reading a newspaper in the yard. But these three people were destined not to look outside. Everyone's eyes were focused on the noodles. On the chopping board are kneaded white noodles, minced carrot puree, minced meat and beet juice. "Meat-filled noodles...are they still noodles?" Although Liu Tao doesn't know how to make noodles, she has been a rich wife for several years and has some experience in eating. Jiang Weiming was asked this question by Liu Tao so much that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. His expression was very familiar to Qin Huai. It was the same expression that Zheng Siyuan made, showing that he was sorry for his ancestor's decision. "This...I...this is me..." Jiang Weiming hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I can only think of this method." "The taste of carrots is very special, especially after it is steamed. It is difficult to cover up the taste of carrots with other ingredients, unless you add a lot of spices." "But adding a lot of spices to the dough will only put the cart before the horse and make it weirder." "I have been cooking for you and Mr. Luo for so long, and I have a general understanding of Mr. Luo's taste. Mr. Luo doesn't like to eat vegetables. His favorite non-meat dish is tofu, because tofu is simmered in broth and chicken soup. It tastes more meaty afterward.” "I made the meat stuffing, mixed the carrot puree into the meat, added some diced bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms, stir-fried the stuffing first to stir out the oil, and then simmered it with chicken soup. I knew this stuffing was weird, because this stuffing The stuffing is a kind of stuffing for steamed buns that my dad taught me.” "But this filling is the filling that I know can be made from carrots that best suits Mr. Luo's taste." "I will make the mianguoer in the shape of an apple. Please don't tell Mr. Luo when you take the mianguoer back today. Just say it is an apple-shaped bun. Tell him to eat it while it is hot. , it won’t taste good if it’s cold. If it’s cold, just put it in a steamer and steam it for three minutes, and the taste won’t be any worse.” Jiang Weiming began to beg.
Liu Tao:… "Okay." Liu Tao nodded, "I'll tell my husband when I get back...this is Master Jiang's new apple-shaped buns." Jiang Weiming began to fry the stuffing. Qin Huai was watching from the side, his eyes getting brighter as he watched. Qin Huai found that although Jiang Weiming's noodles were mediocre and worse than Zheng Siyuan's, his skill in stir-frying the stuffing was really good. Qin Huai also stir-fries stuffing every morning. He knows that stir-frying stuffing does not require good skills, nor does he need to master skills such as turning a spoon, but the simpler things, the better the skill. This is just like making boiled cabbage requires skill, but making the taste of boiled cabbage requires even more skill. After frying the stuffing, Jiang Weiming began to simmer the stuffing in chicken soup. Qin Huai was also familiar with this step. He also couldn't simmer it to the level of Jiang Weiming. The juice is collected just right, and the stuffing of the simmered buns is so fragrant that Qin Huai can't wait to have a bowl first to taste it. Qin Huai is not the only one who has this idea. Goudan, who was sitting on the ground watching Jiang Weiming cooking, started to only stare at the stuffing in the pot, and shouted in a serious voice: "Routu, Rourou!" "Obviously, Rourou." Listening to the accent, it is indeed a northern accent. Jiang Weiming put the stuffing into a bowl, mixed it with a little sesame oil, and patted Goudan's head: "This is Mr. and Mrs. Luo's snack. You don't have this blessing." Whether it is minced meat or white noodles, they are the most expensive food in this era. Ordinary people can sigh that they have no regrets in their lives after taking one bite. Jiang Weiming knew very well that the cook could eat some of the leftovers from the guests, but he could never put his chopsticks into the guests' meals. "Master Jiang, please make two more small ones later, one for each Goudan. My husband and I can't finish all these snacks." Liu Tao said with a smile, looking down at Goudan, "Goudan today But it’s a blessing.” "Taotao, Taotao." Goudan is also called Liutao. "Now he has really learned a northern accent from Master Jiang." Liu Tao said with a smile. Jiang Weiming smiled and started making bread and fruits. Compared with the ease with which he was frying stuffing just now, Jiang Weiming looked a little clumsy when making bread and fruit, but his overall skills were not bad. It could be seen that he had practiced before but was not good at it and was rusty. Qin Huai watched quietly from the side. The more he watched, the more he felt that this technique was a bit similar to what Zheng Siyuan taught him. Sure enough, these difficult snacks all come from the same origin, and the techniques are similar. Soon, apple dough fruits of similar sizes were wrapped. Jiang Weiming began to color. "Mrs. Luo, do you want to try it too?" Jiang Weiming asked, "Coloring Mianguoer is quite interesting. When my second brother was learning Mianguoer before, when it came to the coloring stage, the brothers at home Everyone is rushing to come.” "My eldest brother also wants to paint, but he always gives way to his younger brothers. I am thick-skinned and must swipe one before giving in." "Can I?" Liu Tao was a little surprised. "Of course you can, but you have to take off the ring on your hand." Liu Tao quickly took off the ring, picked up a noodle fruit, held it carefully, and imitated Jiang Weiming's example of coloring it.
The effect is very unsatisfactory. Liu Tao may be afraid that the small brush made of pig hair will damage the dough, so she brushes the color very lightly every time. Judging from Qin Huai's experience in coloring noodles during this period, the color of the final product should be patchy here and there. One piece is bright red, one piece is light red, and one piece is colorless. In short, it doesn’t look good. Liu Tao brushed very seriously and very slowly. Qin Huai was watching from the side and was enjoying himself when the air wall came. Fortunately, Qin Huai didn't knock him upside down. Qin Huai hurriedly ran out and found that Luo Jun had put away the newspaper, got up and walked home. He walked very slowly. On the way, he met a vendor selling maltose on a pole and bought a large bag of maltose. Although there was a language barrier, Luo Jun couldn't understand what the vendor said, and Luo Jun couldn't understand what Luo Jun said to the vendor, but the money was connected. After Luo Jun took out a big ocean, all the languages became fluent. The hawker wanted to give half of the basket to Luo Jun, but Luo Jun thought it was too much and took a pack. The hawker muttered a bunch of local auspicious words and bowed to Luo Jun's back. After returning home, Luo Jun dusted himself off, put the maltose on the table, found a comfortable seat on the sofa, and continued reading the newspaper. Ten minutes later, Liu Tao came back with a food box. There were beads of sweat on his head and he was still panting. He must have come back from a trot. "Master Jiang made a new snack today, apple-shaped buns! They are very delicious. He said to eat them while they are hot. I was afraid that they would get cold due to the delay on the way, so I ran all the way back." Liu Tao gasped and opened the food box. , take out the apple noodles one by one and put them on the plate. "If you want to eat it this afternoon, just call me at the door. It won't taste good if it's cold. You have to put it on the steamer to heat it for three minutes." Liu Tao saw the maltose on the table. "The candy seller knocked on the door today?" Liu Tao was a little surprised. "There's a knock on the door." Luo Jun put down the newspaper, "Didn't you say you didn't meet him last time? He knocked on the door today, so I bought a pack. He was talking in a garbled voice, and I couldn't understand a word he said." "The foreign accent is a bit strong." Liu Tao smiled, brought the plate to Luo Jun, opened the oil paper bag and took out a piece of maltose to eat. Luo Jun accurately picked out the only peach-brushed apple from a plate of beautiful apples. It was ugly, as if it had fallen into a dyeing vat and was not dyed. He took a decisive bite. "That's..." Liu Tao wanted to stop him, but it was too late. "What is it?" Luo Jun asked knowingly, "Is it an ugly apple?" Liu Tao was embarrassed to say that he made this apple by himself, so he could only say: "It was a dim sum that Master Jiang didn't make well. But the white flour is precious, and so is the meat. It's just that it's ugly. I don't think so. I originally wanted to take it back and eat it myself." of." "I made a mistake in making the snacks. It seems that I should give Master Jiang a smaller salary next time." "No, it's not...it was...an accident. Maybe I disturbed Master Jiang, so I made the mistake." Liu Tao quickly defended, fearing that Jiang Weiming would get less money by passing the blame to Jiang Weiming. "But I think this one is pretty good-looking too." Luo Jun took another bite. "It tastes good. Those apples that are the same are boring. This one has more personality." Liu Tao's eyes lit up immediately. "Bo Yan, do you think this apple looks good?" Liu Tao lowered his head, a little embarrassed, "Actually... I painted this, because it's too ugly and I'm embarrassed to tell you." Luo Jun smiled: "I'm not stupid, of course I can see it." "Next time you make this stuffing, you don't need to shape it. Just make the buns directly. Carrot puree, meat stuffing, diced mushrooms mixed with diced bamboo shoots. Isn't this the stuffing for buns?"
Luo Jun took the last bite of the bun: "I like this stuffing very much." belch. Qin Huai burped silently. He also likes this dog food. Qin Huai left his memory. There is another update that may be after midnight. Readers can read it tomorrow.
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