Fireworks World(27)

Beer duck was not originally made with beer. This dish was introduced to the imperial palace from the south of the Yangtze River and became a royal dish in the palace. However, it was not beer that was used in the palace. There was no beer available at that time. Instead, rice wine was used.

Later, this dish spread to the people, and after continuous improvement, it became today's beer duck.

Tongtong's cooking is really based on the original royal cuisine, with some improvements and the use of beer, but it's not exactly beer. Even if you find the best cooks outside, their cooking is also very delicious.

But the taste is definitely different from what Tongtong makes.

Lin Yutong didn't know that the person next door was making this dish. When he got up in the morning, he heard the old man say: "Why does the person next door still raise ducks at home? Such a big cage of ducks. If it works, I think our family can also raise chickens."

No feed..."

"The eggs our family eats now are also local eggs." The factory already makes braised eggs and cooperates with chicken farms. There are many chicken farms nowadays, and many of them are eager to supply their own products. Some of them are

Let's have a relationship in private. This is how human society is. These caring people have set up a place to raise free-range chickens. From chickens to eggs, no feed is needed. These things are small in quantity and are just given to customers. They are considered as family members.

customers, so there is basically no shortage of this stuff at home. In addition to eating it fresh every day, the old lady also pickles a lot. When Yinhe and Yinwei go to school, she likes to take the salted eggs pickled by her grandma and steam them at home.

, I peeled them, and the egg yolks were all oozing with oil. They said they were delicious when sandwiched with the kind of pancakes sold at school. Most of the pickled eggs at home were taken to school and eaten by the two of them. Of course, it was not ruled out.

Occasionally I share it with my classmates.

The old man thought about it. It's not dirty if he keeps chickens in a cage, but the crows of the chickens are quite noisy. So forget it. He doesn't raise them anymore, but he still sticks his head out and looks at the ducks next door through the fence.

: "You can't keep them that way. If the cage is too big, half of them will die in two days."

The old lady was watering the flowers inside: "Why are you so busy?"

Lin Yutong only saw it when he went out. Good guys, there were eight or nine of them if not ten. The nanny next door was milling around with a knife in his hand. It didn't look like he was raising ducks, but rather he was killing them.

Normally, she just said hello: "Isn't Mr. Luo on a business trip? Why does it look like there is a banquet at home?"

The nanny laughed: "My sister-in-law asked for it. Isn't it our Mr. Luo's birthday soon?"

oh!

It’s understandable that my daughter is going to learn how to cook for her mother’s birthday.

She walked out the door and drove away. As she was leaving, she could still feel the sizing and observing gaze.

After Lin Yutong left, Luo Qingyi came out and asked the nanny: "Just grab any one."

She grabbed one at random, chopped off its head, put it in a basin, poured boiling water over it, and watched the nanny pluck the duck's feathers. She was actually not afraid of this. When she was a child, what she looked forward to most at home was for her mother to buy a chicken or something.

A duck comes back, cuts off the neck of the chicken or duck, and then adds a large bowl of chicken blood or duck blood. The next day, the chicken blood and duck blood are used to continue cooking. In fact, it is the chicken head and duck head.

She also likes to eat. Nowadays, nannies are not good at butchering. Where can I behead people directly? In fact, if she kills herself, she should be more efficient than the nanny. When she was in high school, she also cooked for her brother at home. But in high school

After entering college, no one seems to like this kind of girl. When we went to the teacher's house for dinner, the teacher's lover killed a chicken. The classmate in the upper bunk of the dormitory sprayed perfume on the white handkerchief, and then gently rubbed it with the handkerchief from time to time.

It was close to the mouth and nose, and it looked indescribably good-looking. At that time, she discovered that neither the teacher nor the male students in the class seemed to think that the female students were doing something bad. Although her mother always said that it was rude, she immediately followed,

The teacher and half of the classmates began to accommodate that classmate. Even if the other female classmates in the class did not imitate, they seemed to feel that killing chickens and ducks was a particularly vulgar thing, which affected her... Now at home, she can also do it

Then I sprayed perfume on the handkerchief, covered my nose and watched the nanny do it at the kitchen door. Although I wanted to remind the nanny 10,000 times that the duck's head was ruined, the hair on the duck's leg sockets and the neck must be particularly careful.

Some, but in the end I couldn't bear to go forward.

After finally getting rid of the fur, the nanny began to disembowel the duck. But the nanny, who must have come from a wealthy family, actually threw away the duck's intestines.

My mother used to be reluctant to throw them away. She spent a lot of time turning out the duck intestines and cleaning them. The next day, she used the duck intestines to stew the duck blood and make it for the family to eat.

After finally finishing it and cutting it into small pieces, the nanny let the kitchen out: "I asked about it and bought all the ingredients. The recipe is written on the paper..."

"Then you go and do your work." Luo Qingyi put on an apron and entered the kitchen. The nanny turned around and went to clean the upstairs and downstairs.

She looked at the recipe and followed it step by step. After struggling for more than an hour, she took it out of the pot. After tasting it, it still didn't taste the same. She called the nanny over to taste it, and she was very satisfied: "It's delicious.

!It’s more delicious than mine. I never thought you had such skills.”

Luo Qingyi forced a smile: "If you like it, just take it home and eat it. I'm not very hungry, so don't cook today."

The nanny was confused and didn't know what she meant, but she folded the dishes into the lunch box and took them to her home on her bicycle while they were still warm.

Every day from now on, the host's girl would make a duck and place it on the dining table. One person would place two sets of bowls and chopsticks, one for herself and another set opposite her. When eating, she would always have a smile on her face.

, looked at the empty seat opposite and smiled. In fact, she couldn't eat more than a few chopsticks, so she was asked to pack up the remaining dishes and take them back. But she still looked horrified.

She tried to ask: "I'm already a junior in college, aren't I going to have classes?"

"Oh!" Luo Qingyi seemed to have just remembered: "The teacher took my classmates to sketch. I asked for sick leave and don't want to move."

That's it! But the nanny doesn't dare to be careless. What if something happens? Mr. Luo is on a business trip. It's definitely not normal for this girl to be like this. She doesn't dare to make calls at home, and she doesn't have a mobile phone, so she just runs away

I went outside the community and used an ic phone to call Mr. Luo: "...Maybe she's not used to being alone at home. She smiles at the empty bowl when eating. I'm afraid she'll get sick from being alone..."

"

"Can you still get sick from boredom?" That's all for free. "Okay! I understand, this place will be over soon, and I will go back in the next two days."

After the tip-off was over, when the nanny went back, the family was making beer duck again: "Did you kill the duck?" The nanny looked at the duck blood in the bowl and the unwashed duck intestines and asked quickly.

Luo Qingyi smiled uncomfortably: "It's okay, I just have to learn how to do it myself."

The nanny had no choice but to wash the duck intestines, a job she disliked the most.

When Luo Qingyi finished cooking the dish, she took a bite and looked slightly satisfied. Then she divided the dish into two portions, "Take one portion home and give one to the nanny next door. The recipe she gave is also

Ask her to taste how it tastes..."

The nanny didn't dare to say anything disobedient, so she actually took it with her when she left. She also gave a copy to the nanny next door.

The two knew each other, they were both laid-off workers from the No. 2 Factory.

The nanny of Lin Yutong's family used to work in the canteen of the Second Factory, cooking for the leaders, and her skills were very good. The family called her Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang was a little embarrassed to take other people's things: "Your little boss is also weird. With the friendship between the two families, you have to ask me how good she wants it to be." She felt that the food was still warm to the touch, so she tasted it.

After taking a bite, he kept saying: "It's delicious! It's so delicious! Even if I make it, I can't say it's so delicious and fragrant."

The nanny laughed and said, "I think it's delicious too, but I don't know why, but I'm still not satisfied."

Sister-in-law Zhang paid attention. The recipe she ordered from her own house must be compared with Mr. Lin's. "This is certainly a bit less flavorful than what Mr. Lin made." It's hard to say what's missing.

But you can clearly feel it when you eat it in your mouth, it is still different.

"That's right, Mr. Lin is a foodie. How old is she? She doesn't cook a few times a year." The nanny looked at Mrs. Zhang's expression, which was somewhat meaningful, and quickly covered it up.

Then the two of them smiled tacitly, saying goodbye on one side and not inviting guests on the other.

Sister-in-law Zhang thought about the salad that her aunt asked her to bring back that day, and she had some thoughts in her mind, and she felt very upset. The next day, she said to Lin Yutong in a cryptic way: "...the girl from Mr. Luo's family is so angry.

It's really good. I made this duck that's about half a month old. I even asked a girl from the Wang family to bring it to me. It tasted better than the ones I made, but they were still not satisfied. I said my skills have been in my twenties.

I haven't made any progress since I learned it from my dad when I was 19 years old. Thanks to the fact that my aunts and uncles at home are not picky people, and so are my children. Everything they eat is delicious. Mr. Lin is so good at cooking, and the food I cook is amazing.

I have never raised any opinions, which makes me less and less enterprising. Compared with others, I feel ashamed."

I said this very cryptically.

But apart from competing with the duck, the girl didn't come to the door. Lin Yutong said that she understood, and then changed the subject, telling Mrs. Zhang her cooking experience, and she was not afraid of being copied.

Sister-in-law Zhang also took advantage of the situation and talked about other things. She actually liked working here. She got paid for her work, and everyone knew how much she worked extra. Bonuses were given during the New Year, and bonuses were given for New Year's goods at the end of the year.

Although there are more people in the family, there must be more work than other families, but she really makes a lot of money. She is not stingy about food and drink, and she is always asked to bring extra to the family. To be honest, she works in a factory

She is used to it. She likes this kind of down-to-earth work and getting a stable salary. She has a good relationship with her boss and has a stable job. She really wants to work until she retires.

I had an idea in my mind. If I came to inquire about anything again, she wouldn't say anything. She was prevaricating back and forth!

The nanny over there didn't dare to really help inquire about it. Now that I think about the paintings in the studio, there is indeed something wrong no matter how I look at them!

I couldn't find anything after asking for anything. I was still thinking about how to reply to this little ancestor. As soon as I walked in, I saw this little aunt sitting on the sofa. It's not scary to sit on the sofa. What's scary is that she was wearing a t-shirt.

She is wearing a light purple jacket with buttoned-up buttons, a long black skirt on her lower body, and a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet. The hair on her head is braided, hanging down behind her head.

Wearing such clothes nowadays is very strange. It is rare to see people wearing such clothes. But those who are not wearing strange clothes are either the actors on TV wearing in the TV series, or Mr. Lin next door. I saw it in the courtyard before.

At first glance, she always wore such an outfit at home, and it didn't look out of place at all. At that time, I couldn't say that she was a lady, but I just felt that if the people on TV came off the TV, they should look like this.

But now this girl is dressed like this, even the color of her clothes is the same, but it just makes people feel weird.

Luo Qingyi also asked: "What's wrong?" She lowered her head and looked at herself: "Don't you look good?"

"The clothes are so good-looking." It doesn't feel good to wear them on you. Those clothes were so good in the past, and they were beautiful and fashionable. Compared with Mr. Lin, some clothes are good-looking, and people are good-looking, but when matched together, they may not necessarily look good.

of.

While they were talking, the car horn honked outside and Luo Shenglan came back.

Lin Yutong came out of the house and stood in the yard to say hello, "Sister Luo, did your trip go well?"

"Good luck!" Luo Shenglan said, and asked the driver to get something from the trunk: "I brought you some good things and will deliver them to you soon..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Qingyi came out and said, "Mom, you're back."

Luo Shenglan's smile faded little by little, and she frowned when she looked at her daughter: "Are you... is this the fashionable dress nowadays?"

Lin Yutong also looked over and realized that Luo Qingyi was wearing almost the same clothes as herself. When she came out, she put on a white shawl, but she was dressed like that. When she came out, she almost ran down the steps.

Tripping herself.

Luo Qingyi was more embarrassed, "Well... I borrowed the clothes from our school drama club and modeled them for myself in front of the mirror..."
To be continued...