The second specialty dish is served, stir-fried mushrooms. This is a variety of mushrooms stir-fried together, because different types of mushrooms have different requirements for heat and seasoning, but if the stir-fry is done, the flavors of the various mushrooms will be present, one in each bite, and it is very delicious.
Everyone stretched out their chopsticks and then reported their age again.
By the time the final dish, the last of the five specialty dishes, was served, everyone was already very familiar with each other's age.
The principle of Shiquan Big Tonic is similar to Northeastern Big Stew, but it requires more attention. Mainly meat, beef, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, etc. are all chopped and added with vermicelli, tofu, dried vegetables, etc., a total of ten ingredients.
From Xiao Feng's point of view, this Shiquan Dabu soup is a little greasy, but in this era when it is generally difficult for people to eat meat, this is the representative of good food.
However, with the mysterious vial Xiao Feng gave Liu Ruyun, this Shiquan Da Tong soup has been taken to a higher level. It is still fragrant and delicious, but the delicious taste is enhanced. This is a level that cannot be achieved even with fish paste.
Because fish meat is fishy, if you want to remove the fishy smell, you have to blanche or oil it in advance. However, in this case, the umami flavor will basically disappear. This problem also occurs with other seafood.
Keeping the freshness and getting rid of the fishy smell is a dead end in itself, so this soup has always been focused on being fragrant and greasy, and it doesn't dare to ask for deliciousness.
But today, I had my cake and eat it too, this great soup blew up the taste buds of all the men present, because they had never experienced the baptism of MSG, and they were just like virgins on their first night, feeling dizzy.
The women behind them seemed a little calmer because they were mentally prepared, but this did not prevent Qiaoqiao from having another friendly match with Zhang Yunqing and Wang Yingxiang.
And not surprisingly, Qiaoqiao once again achieved an overwhelming victory. Zhang Yunqing was so angry that he must learn some tricks from the people in the front hall to deal with Qiaoqiao.
Liu Ruyun, who left the kitchen with the last soup, watched everyone's reactions excitedly, holding the small porcelain bottle tightly in her arms.
"Master Xiao, I will definitely win this God of Cookery Competition!"
Liu Ruyun struggled for a long time about how to call Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng asked her to either call him Brother Xiao or call him by his first name, but in short, don't call him sir.
But when Liu Ruyun faced Xiao Feng, who was eight years younger than herself, she really couldn't open her mouth to call him Brother Xiao. She was not as thick-skinned as Zhang Tianci.
It was definitely not appropriate to call him by his first name. Her father told her to call her Mr. Xiao, but she felt that it was too distant and too cold.
After much deliberation, Mr. Xiao is the best title. It is the most elegant title.
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. Xiao Feng does look like an incomparable young master, but it's hard to tell which of the girls in front of him is the best.
Anyway, it's not his turn. Even if he is jade, he is still a mutton-fat jade, oily.
Xiao Feng ran back and forth several times, drank a lot of wine, and was a little dizzy at this time. He came out of the front hall, walked to the middle hall, and stopped.
Looking at the brightly lit front and back halls and the happy people, he couldn't help but think of his own home.
He must be dead, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled through time. I just don’t know if the time on both sides is the same?
How sad would your wife be if she found out that she was drunk? How should she and her daughter spend the first year after losing her?
The warm wine in his hand gradually became colder. The strength of the wine made him unaware of the coldness and the time. He just stood in the most deserted place between the two bustling places like this.
Everyone is celebrating the New Year at home, the streets are empty, and the waning moon in the sky is the crescent and thinnest of the day. It really looks like a hook, but it emits an extremely cold light.
Xiao Feng took a sip of the wine. The cold wine made his stomach feel like it was on fire. The feeling of loneliness was like standing in a crowd but no one could see him.
"On a quiet night, the streets are deserted and people are getting more and more awake. The wine is cold and the cup is too cold to enter the throat.
My hometown is thousands of miles away, but the local sounds are still separated by hundreds of years.
Several green mountains are covered with snow, and the two places grow old together as they miss each other.
The moon in the sky will be revealed tonight, and I will always take advantage of the midnight to shine on my sorrow. "
After he finished chanting, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. He turned around unsteadily, but was stunned.
At some point, those happy people had walked out from the back hall and the front hall. The women in the back and the men in the front were all looking at him blankly.
The women had tears in their eyes, and the men's eyes were filled with confusion and panic. Neither they nor they had ever seen Xiao Feng like this.
The Xiao Feng they had seen had been angry, smiling, dull, and arrogant, but they had never been so desolate and melancholy.
Only then did Xiao Feng realize that the time he spent outside might have been too long, which made them all worried.
A faint smile appeared on his face again: "It's so cold outside. Why are you standing here? Go back to the house. I drank too much. I need to sober up outside so that I can continue drinking with you."
Qiaoqiao took two steps forward and took Xiao Feng's hand. Xiao Feng's hand was cold, while Qiaoqiao's hand was warm.
"Master, what's wrong with you? What does this poem mean? It sounds like there is someone you miss in a place far, far away. Master, are you thinking... um, General Yu?"
Qiaoqiao knew that Xiao Feng had never left the capital in his life, and the furthest person he knew was Yu Dayou, who was far away at the seaside.
After all, Wang Yingxiang is a lady from an official family, and her literary talent is slightly better than other women.
"Brother Xiao, what Qiaoqiao said is not right. Not only is that person far away from you, but he is also of a different generation from you. The local accent is still separated by hundreds of years, so he is your ancestor, right? Do you miss your mother? ?”
These words resonated with Liu Ruyun. She stepped forward and wiped the corners of Xiao Feng's eyes with her oil-stained twist sleeves, as if she was sure that Xiao Feng was crying at this time.
She had brought new clothes to change into, but she had just finished cooking and hadn't had time yet, so she was still wearing the same kitchen clothes she had been wearing while cooking.
"Mr. Xiao, I know how it feels to miss your mother. You... don't think about it. Your mother definitely doesn't want you to be sad."
Zhang Wuxin is a martial arts fanatic, but Zhan Yu feels something is wrong, but he is not good at poetry either.
However, Qi Jiguang was an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs. He thought for a moment and found out that there was a line about "gone together" in Xiao Feng's poem. Could it be that he had a sweetheart far away, or even passed away?
But he really hadn't heard that Xiao Feng had traveled abroad. The woman he knew was far away. He was suddenly surprised: No way, could it be the painting girl who was taken away by Hu Zongxian?
It is said that before leaving, the painting girl left five taels of silver for Xiao Feng to help Xiao Feng get out of trouble. Xiao Feng was young and romantic, so it was normal for him to fall in love with painting girls.
Even if the painting girl falls in love with Xiao Feng, it is a high probability event.
It's just that this time I was sent by Xiao Feng to meet Hu Zongxian. The two had similar interests and they really hit it off and became good friends.
Although the painting girl was only Hu Zongxian's third concubine, according to Hu Zongxian's wishes, she was really doted on.
If Xiao Feng really fell in love with the painting girl, what should he do? Should I tell Hu Zongxian? If I tell him, Hu Zongxian will be very embarrassed.
On one side is Xiao Feng, who was full of praise and admiration when he was chatting with Qi Jiguang, and on the other side is his concubine who he loves very much. How will he choose?
With Hu Zongxian's personality, he would definitely not offend Xiao Feng for a woman. But if Hu Zongxian wronged himself and gave the painting girl to Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng's reputation would be over.
Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, do you really like someone else’s wife deep down?
Of course Xiao Feng didn't know about the yellow light shining in Qi Jiguang's mind. He was not a real god, and he couldn't test the words now to see what Qi Jiguang was thinking.
Seeing that everyone was waiting for an explanation, and looking at the nervous expressions of Zhang Yunqing and Wang Yingxiang, Xiao Feng calmed down instantly.
"It's a fairyland. Don't you all know that I have entered a fairyland in my dream?
When I was learning Taoism from Immortal Master Cangjie there, I met a girl, became a Taoist couple with her, and gave birth to a daughter.
That girl... is very good. That daughter is so cute. "
Xiao Feng tried hard to control his tone, suppressed his sobs, and spoke in an understatement.
"After I woke up, I could still think of them occasionally, but their appearance became increasingly unclear. After drinking just now, it suddenly became much clearer.
Therefore, I wrote a poem to comfort myself. Although it was a dream, after all, it was something I had personally experienced. How could I forget it so easily? "
Zhang Yunqing and Wang Yingxiang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and looked at each other. The meanings in their eyes were surprisingly consistent - we are not jealous of the people in the dream.
Qiao Niang remembered it, and she proved it for Xiao Feng in time.
"That's right, the master fell asleep for a long time when he had a fever. When he woke up, he was not awake for a while. He thought Qiaoqiao was his daughter... Later, the master said that he got married and had a daughter in his dream..."
Qiao Niang's face turned red involuntarily as she spoke.
She deliberately concealed the fact that Xiao Feng called her "wife" first. This fact must not be told, otherwise the master's reputation will be bad.
Although the current master's reputation is said to be not very good in this regard, he can't add fuel to the fire.
Everyone was relieved and went back to their houses. Xiao Feng was helped into the back hall by Qiao Niang and Qiao Qiao. Liu Ruyun cooked and made sobering soup for everyone to drink.
The banquet given by the palace was over at this time. Zhan Yu came out from Xiao Feng's house after drinking and waited at the entrance of the palace.
This was a rare time of year for Jiajing to return to the palace, and it was also a time for him to reunite with his concubines and princes. After the banquet, everyone said some auspicious words. Jiajing did not plan to live in the palace and decided to return to Xiyuan overnight.
In the disappointed eyes of the concubines, Jiajing was supported by Huang Jin and walked out of the palace gate. The princes headed by King Yu and the concubines were sent to the palace gate together, waiting for Jiajing to get into the carriage.
Jiajing suddenly saw Zhan Yu among a group of palace guards waiting at the palace gate to pick someone up. He knew that Zhan Yu often stayed at Xiao Feng's house, so he couldn't help but be a little interested.
"Is that Zhan Yu? Let him come over."
Zhan Yu was startled, and quickly took off his sword, handed it to the palace guard, stepped forward and knelt down.
"Zhan Yu, did you go to Xiao Feng's house today? Did you drink?"
"Long live Qi Zhen, I just came out of Master Xiao's house and drank a few glasses of wine."
"Well, how about Xiao Feng? I heard that his house is very lively. Many people were invited. He must be very happy. Have you drunk too much?"
Jiajing knew Xiao Feng's drinking capacity well. He knew that he had an average drinking capacity, was good at food and liked to drink.
Zhan Yu hesitated for a moment, feeling that this was not a bad thing and that there was no hidden danger of concealing it and committing the crime of deceiving the emperor.
"Long live, Xiao Feng did drink too much, and he was very happy at first. But then he wrote a poem, which sounded quite melancholy."
