It has been a long time since Qin Yi took a bath in such detail. Maybe it was because the hot water was extra wide today, or maybe it was because there was an extra bath bean next to the big bathtub that exuded the scent of jasmine, or maybe it was the smell coming from the kitchen. The scent and laughter made him feel at ease. When he put on clean clothes and walked out of the room, he looked at the mostly empty courtyard and felt a trance.
The bright sunshine quietly shone on the stone slabs in the courtyard. Next to the well in the courtyard was a large wooden tub soaked with dirty clothes. It was obviously the most normal sight in a small farmyard, but it made Qin Yi's heart inexplicably calm. .
Apart from the clean and tidy yard, there seems to be something different about the Qin family today. Looking carefully, I saw that the window of the east wing was wide open. Looking from the window, I could see the snow-white rice paper spread out on the clean desk outside the window.
Qin Yi's eyes stayed on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed deep in his dark brown pupils. But this emotion was fleeting, and he turned his head and strode towards the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw three bowls on the square table, each bowl filled with more than half a bowl of clear chicken soup and chicken nuggets. Jian Jia held long chopsticks in her hands and stood in front of the stove facing the big pot. She fiddled with the noodles slowly. When she heard Qin Yi's footsteps, she didn't look back: "The noodles will be ready soon. You drink first." Chicken soup?"
Qin Yi picked up the large porcelain bowl closest to him, blew on the oil floating on it, and took a sip of chicken soup. The slightly hot chicken soup enters the mouth, and the delicious taste explodes between the lips and tongue. His eyes widened slightly, and his dark brown pupils brightened a little. He took a look at the big bowl, then lowered his head and took a sip.
The fragrant chicken soup rolled on the tip of his tongue and then slid into his throat. The delicious taste wrapped around the tip of his tongue and rushed straight to his brain, making him feel dizzy for a moment.
So fresh! It’s hard to imagine that this is pheasant stew soup.
Qin Yi had stewed soup with pheasants before, but the stewed soup was a bit bland and had an indescribable fishy smell. He held the bowl and fell into deep thought. Did Jian Jia add any special seasoning to the soup? After carefully looking at the earthen pot next to the square table, Qin Yi found that there was only chicken and soup in the soup, and it didn't look like there was any reason why other seasonings were added.
Could it be the reason for this earthen jar?
The pottery pot has a rough texture and its appearance is blackened by the charcoal fire. No matter how he looked at it, it was the most common soup can.
Jian Jia glanced sideways and saw Qin Yi standing next to the earthen pot with a soup bowl in hand. He looked thoughtful and didn't know what he was thinking. Having just taken a shower, Qin Yi's hair was disheveled, and the steamy curls were spread out like seaweed, diluting the chilling aura around him and making him look softer.
Jian Jia:......
Don't tell me, it looks really good like this.
While Qin Yi didn't notice, Jian Jia took another look.
Perhaps realizing that his behavior was strange, Qin Yi stood up straight and cleared his throat: "It's very delicious." After a pause, he changed the subject: "Where's Lang'er?" With such a delicious soup, Lang'er should be very fond of it. like.
After receiving Qin Yi's affirmation, Jian Jia breathed a sigh of relief happily. The pheasant died with its eyes closed. Previously, she was worried that the dead pheasant would affect the taste of the soup. She smiled and said: "Lang'er went to invite his second uncle."
Qin Yi put down the soup bowl in his hand, strode to Jian Jia's side, and took a look at the cauldron. The hand-rolled noodles and vegetable leaves are tumbling in the pot with the boiling water. The green and white ones are mixed in the milky white noodle soup, which looks very beautiful. Smelling the aroma of noodles mixed with the chicken soup, Qin Yi could already imagine how delicious this pot of noodles would be.
But he was a little worried: "I don't know if my second uncle is willing to come over."
The second uncle is a bamboo craftsman. He is old and frail and has no children. He makes a living by weaving baskets or other bamboo products. Although the two Qin brothers had always invited their second uncle to live with them, the second uncle felt that this was unreasonable. As an old man, he would rather eat boiled vegetables every day than disturb the Qin brothers. Even if Qin Yi forced the prey to him, the second uncle would firmly push back.
Even if Lang'er went to invite his second uncle now, he still didn't know if the old man would be willing to come over and have a bowl of noodles.
Qin Yi's worries were obviously unnecessary. At this moment, Qin Lang's voice came from outside the door: "Sister, sister, the second uncle is here!"
Qin Yi was startled and walked quickly towards the kitchen door. Before he reached the door, he saw Qin Lang holding his second uncle's hand and crossing the threshold.
The second uncle was holding a small bamboo basket in his hand. There was a smile on his skinny face, his cloudy eyes were filled with water, and his voice was trembling: "You are so thoughtful. You have such delicious chicken soup specially for me." I am an old man. What a waste of a good thing..."
Only then did Qin Yi notice that there was an empty bowl in the bamboo basket, and he quickly stepped forward to take the basket. Jian Jia smiled and said: "Second uncle, please don't say such things. Food is eaten when it is made. We are all very happy that you can come to eat."
The second uncle smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Jia'er's craftsmanship is really amazing. As old as I am, I have never tasted such fresh chicken soup. It's beautiful, it's really beautiful!"
Hearing Uncle Qin's feedback, Jian Jia smiled broadly, and her two beautiful almond-shaped eyes turned into crescent moons: "It's great if you like it! The noodles will be ready soon."
Only now did Qin Yi understand why Jian Jia was able to call his second uncle. Although he was sincere every time he invited his second uncle, he never thought of directly serving him a few bowls of food. Compared with the delicious food made by Jian Jia, the food cooked by oneself is indeed less delicious.
After Uncle Qin sat down, the hand-rolled noodles finally came out of the pot.
The hand-rolled noodles with added eggs are slightly yellow in color. The curly noodles are even in thickness and soaked in the oily chicken soup, like beautiful jade. Afraid that the color would be too dull, Jian Jia specially picked some young vegetable leaves and blanched them. The vegetable leaves rolled in the noodle soup are green in color, which not only adds color, but also enriches the texture of the noodles.
A spoonful of chicken nuggets is also added to each bowl of noodles. Although each chicken nugget has different parts, some have more meat and some have less meat. But after nearly an hour of stewing, Gan Chai's chicken was already soft and tender, and the meat could be sucked away with just a sip.
Pick up the noodles while they are still hot and stuff them into your mouth. You can feel the unique strength and smoothness of hand-rolled noodles between your teeth, and chew the noodles carefully and the fragrance will overflow. The noodles with fine salt and eggs are delicious enough without additional seasoning. Paired with the fragrant chicken soup, it doubles the flavor. A mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of soup, Qin Yi and the others held the noodle bowls and ate happily.
There were even thin beads of sweat on Qin Lang's forehead. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat, and concentrated on picking up the smooth noodles with chopsticks and putting them into his mouth seriously. Qin Yi knew his little brother best. In the past, Qin Lang's appetite was as small as a cat's, and he could eat less than half a bowl of paste. But today he drank half a bowl of chicken soup and ate less than half a bowl of noodles without stopping his chopsticks. Even though chicken soup smeared on his cheeks when the noodles were tossed, he still didn't look up.
After a moment of surprise, Qin Yi felt deep guilt in his heart. It turns out that it's not that Lang'er is weak and has a poor appetite. When faced with delicious food, he will eat more.
After thinking carefully for a while, Qin Yi made up his mind that he would learn more about cooking from Jian Jia in the future and try to make Qin Lang eat more. After thinking about it, Qin Yi's appetite improved again. He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth. It didn't take long for the noodles in the bowl to reach the bottom. He raised his head and drank up the chicken soup at the bottom of the bowl.
Just when Qin Yi was about to put down his chopsticks, Jian Jia blinked: "Are you full?"
Qin Yi was not full, but the noodles in the pot had been drained out. Thinking that the noodles in his stomach would be stronger than the batter, he would put down his chopsticks.
After two meals at the same table as Qin Yi, Jian Jia had some idea of his appetite. Even if he drank more than half a bowl of chicken soup and ate a bowl of noodles, this amount of food could not satisfy him. She put down her chopsticks and walked towards the cupboard: "The hand-rolled noodles will become lumpy if cooked for a long time. I'm afraid it will affect the taste, so I only put down a small half of the noodles. There are some in the cupboard. Just wait, it will be ready soon."
But before her hands touched the cupboard, Qin Yi had already opened the cupboard door one step ahead of her: "You go and eat, I'll do it myself." In Qin Yi's view, if you can do things yourself, you won't bother others.
Just as Jian Jia was enjoying her leisure time, she turned around and walked towards the square table. As she walked, she said: "After the water boils, add the noodles. After the noodles float, add half a bowl of cold water. After boiling again, you can pick them up. By the way, water There are still vegetable leaves on top of the tank.”
Qin Yi nodded slightly: "Okay."
Second Uncle Qin held the soup bowl and tilted his head slightly. He didn't know what he thought of. A smile appeared on his old face, but his eyes gradually became moist.
When the second pot of noodles came out, only the second uncle added half a bowl, and Qin Yi scooped the rest into the bowl. Jian Jia picked up the earthen pot and poured the remaining chicken soup into Qin Yi's bowl. The earthen pot is not big, and the pheasant is smaller than an ordinary hen. The remaining soup can barely cover the noodles. Although the taste is not bad, it always looks like something is missing.
Qin Yi had no idea. This was the best meal he had after returning home. The hand-rolled noodles made by Jian Jia were much more delicious than the batter he made himself. But Jian Jia felt that the noodles looked a bit unpleasant, so she asked Qin Yi slowly: "Qin Yi, can you eat spicy food?"
It’s unclear when chili peppers were introduced to Da Jing. Although the locals are not very intolerant of spicy food, Qin Yi often ate spicy food during his military service. At that time, his station was in the north, and the cold wind howled in autumn and winter. The cooks in the army often add chili peppers to the dishes. While the food is spicy, the soldiers' bodies are also warmed up. Sometimes when he and his brothers went to explore the military situation, they would carry a handful of dried chili peppers in their luggage. When they were sleepy, tired, and cold, they would chew half of a stick to feel energetic.
Hearing Jian Jia ask himself, Qin Yi nodded dullly: "It can be eaten."
Jian Jia thought for a while and said, "Shall I add a spoonful of chili oil to you?"
Chili oil? Can chili peppers have oil? Although he was a little puzzled, Qin Yi still nodded: "Thank you."
When she was packing up the oil paper bags Qin Yi brought back, she found a large bag of dried chili peppers. The fiery red dried chili peppers look very festive with their wrinkled appearance. Jian Jia was already frightened when she smelled the chili pepper. She actually wasn't very good at eating spicy food, but it didn't stop her from being a foodie and fun-loving person. When she was a food blogger, her fans always saw her looking for water all over the world.
Fans from all over the world gathered together to find delicious food to help each other. Unknowingly, Jian Jia also learned several ways to make chili oil. Just like now, she grabbed a spoonful of red pepper and walked towards the stove. The charcoal fire in the stove is glowing red, which is perfect for roasting hot peppers.
When the red pepper comes into contact with the charcoal fire, the originally dry skin quickly turns yellow and scorches, and a spicy taste and fragrance unique to the pepper permeates the air. Jian Jia carefully picked up the peppers with tongs and turned them over, waiting for the charcoal fire to roast the peppers until they were crispy.
At this time, the second uncle and Qin Yi started talking at the dinner table: "Will the old Fan family come to visit tomorrow?"
Qin Yi lowered his eyes and slowed down his eating movements. After a while, he responded in a dull voice: "Yes."
The second uncle sighed and comforted: "Don't be sad, they will treat Junjun well."
Jian Jia pricked up her ears. Junjun is the leader of the Qin family. What does that mean? Qin Yi wants to sell Junjun?
