Fields of Gold

He was making the rest of the grass of the "honeydew abalone" and shouted to him, "If you want to eat, don't you want to pick it yourself? ”

Today the Yangshen King saw the abalone in their yard, and ordered the "honey abalone" dish. Yu Xiaograss finally had a chance to get ready for Wednesday for the next month's share of contributions. Before he puts a word back into liberation... it looks like we're going to have to go to sea again in two days!

Liu Shi, who helped to hit her, glanced at her and whispered: “After all, he is a county king, royal relatives, he can't put his nose on his face because he has a good temper. Aside from his identity, the guests are the guests, the guests have any requests, the owners try to satisfy them, which is the way to treat them. ”

After training her daughter a few words, Liu Shi stuffed a piece of wood in the stove, stood up and walked to the kitchen door, and said to Wang of Yangxian: “Our grass child's temper, you other people she generally knows. I'll get it for you...”

Zhu Junyang was also curious about the vegetable area in the backyard. He put down his cup and slowly stood up. "No, Grandpa is just coming to the backyard to take a look. Go do your thing! ”

This time out of Beijing, Zhu Junyang was ordered by the Emperor to stay until the corn and potatoes matured, so the close servant General Manager Liu followed. What is intimate servitude, of course, is where the master is and where he must be.

“Master, let the old slave pick it up!” Although the Prince of his county still has the only expression - that is, no expression, Chief Manager Liu heard from his tone of courtesy towards the Liu family.

The so-called noble women in Beijing have never been the exception. Then why did the King make an exception to the Liu family? In the past few days, Chief Liu observed that it was not just Liu's family alone. How could the rest of the family let their master treat each other differently?

Was it the Yuhai who saved the master's life? It's not right! Before the king went out to sea, he met the rest of the family at the pier, still cold and cold. Is it because the rest of the family is worried about the master that they can grow corn and potatoes? Master's men are doing more good, Liqi Kung Fu and didn't get any better from Master? What kind of soup did the rest of the family give the master?

Chief Liu was in doubt. His master had passed through the round door of the backyard and came to a more open vegetable area.

Unlike the front yard, which is mostly green leafy, the backyard is richer in vegetables. On the wall, a silk melon full of yellow flowers; a row of bamboo racks with long bean horns, green cucumbers, fresh gourds, golden pumpkins… in a well-planned vegetable area, purple eggplant sparkles in the sun with a mysterious glow, pointed chili green red hung with a girl, tomato like a small lantern poking out a small head in the leaf bush, full of rich joy.

The cold and hard atmosphere of the master gradually warmed up. President Liu was quite comforted. It seems that the master and the countryside are in good hands. Perhaps he will stay here for a long time. The master will slowly return to the worry-free little master when he was a child...

Zhu Junyang had already removed a young cucumber from the cucumber shelf while Liu's main pipe was touching the sour nose. He wiped the prick off the top with his hands and chewed it up in the entrance.

At first sight, Chief Liu hurried forward: “Master, please wash your clothes before eating! ”

“No, that's what I ate the last time I saw that weed!” Zhu Junyang took another bite, and the brittle cucumber juice was plentiful, refreshing and thirst-quenching.

President Liu insisted that the little girl was used to living in the countryside and eating unclean food was nothing. My lord, you are so delicate, what should I do if my stomach is broken?

At this time, Zhu Junyang came back to the tomato field, searching carefully, and finally found a bright red tomato under a dense cluster of leaves. Yujia's vegetables don't bother to sell, and many carriages come to buy them every day. Tomatoes can be eaten raw and cooked, naturally one of the richest vegetables in town. It would be lucky to find one or two leaking fish in the vegetable grounds.

Zhu Junyang couldn't stand the new shoes under his feet and was soiled by the soil that had just been watered. He found five ripe tomatoes in the tomato floor with a great sense of accomplishment. He came back from the backyard satisfied, chewing a tomato in his mouth, and the rest with his clothes in his pockets, looking very grounded.

He stamped the dirt stuck to his feet, instead of sitting at the stone table, he stamped it at the kitchen door and poured it into the busy Yu Xiaograss: “Yu Xiaograss, Grandpa wants to eat tomato fried eggs! ”

The leftover grass struggling with the honeydew abalone, as if it had not been heard, tried again and again to make juice. Yu Xiaograss is not all-powerful, some home-cooked dishes, she has made a lot in her previous life, she has some talent in cooking, and the natural taste is good. But a golden thing like abalone, her past life's home is not near the sea, I haven't really seen it, let alone cooked it.

Luckily, Chef Yang Feng, Chef Wang's apprentice, is the current chef of Zhenzheng Tower, who once made a honeyed abalone fish in front of her. It's not that hard for her to watch beside her. How come it's not like that when it gets to her?

“Yu Xiaoxue, is Grandpa talking to you, deaf or mute?” Since further contact with Yu Jia, Zhu Junyang has become more and more polite to Yu Xiaograss. You used to nicely call me "Yu Girl”. Now I'm fine. I don't want to call her by her name. She's still like calling her own girl. If you don't let her do it, it's let her do it. Yu Xiaowei is getting bored!

“Neither deaf nor dumb! You can't distract yourself from cooking. You can't talk to the King of the Little County! You can stay where you want, little county king!” Yu Xiaograss also touched the temper of Xiaoxian Wang. He looked cool, but not so tall, and he didn't look like he had a bad temper. Haven't seen him really angry, at least so many times. There's not much class consciousness left, and the more tired you talk, the more you're welcome.

Liu and the rest of the family, from time to time, can pinch a cold sweat for her. The county king looks young, but it's not the kind of good companionship. If he pisses off the county king, if he lightly hits the board, he's dead. Isn't that what all the plays are about? My little daughter, how dare you challenge the county prince's bottom line once and for all.

Zhu Junyang is not only not angry, but also a rare joke: “Grandpa thinks the kitchen is a nice place, it's a good place to stay! ”

Chief Liu was surprised that his chin almost fell on the floor and smashed his own foot. This... this is still the King of Cold Face who doesn't want to go in and scare the kids to cry? When did you change it?

Yu Xiaocao was speechless: “Okay, if you're not afraid to be smoked by the oil, you can stay as long as you want! ”

When Zhu Junyang watched her pour the blended juice for the third time, she couldn't help but say: “Turns out there are dishes you can't cook! In fact, Grandpa wasn't so picky, he ate raw fish when he was on board. Don't be so nervous, just cook it. Grandpa doesn't mind you making it taste bad! ”

In fact, I don't want her to try it over and over again, and face failure over and over again, but what can I say? Why do I have to beat her up so much?

Yu Xiaoxue ignored him and finally formulated the flavor she wanted. She skinned, washed and sliced the hairy abalone meat, placed it in a bowl with egg yolk, starch grabbed and slurried, and placed it in a pan for a few minutes. She caught a bigger abalone, which took more steaming to cook.

She washed the fresh mushrooms she had found from the coral, cut them into small pieces and scorched them out in boiling water, added ginger, onions and garlic to fry them in a pan with oil, then added the juice that had just been mixed with fresh soup, salt, pepper powder, flavor essence, spice oil, etc., to make a strong sauce. When the abalone is steamed, drizzle over it. Sprayed “honey abalone" comes out of the pot!

Zhu Junyang gently smelled the fragrance scattered in the sniffing air. He praised praiseworthy: “Smells authentic, I don't know how to eat it? ”

Yu Xiaograss walked up to him and grabbed the tomato from his hand. He glanced at him and said: “For the first time, if it tastes good, I can't guarantee it, I will eat it! Kings of the county, our family is just ordinary farmers. Can we not order this golden dish from now on? ”

“Yo, this is crying with Grandpa! Your average farm man sells more than a dozen vegetables a day. Seventy or eight watermelons are sold out, which is the monthly income of the town's busy stores, which is not comparable to the money your family makes a day. Grandpa just ate your abalone and it hurts? Cheap!” In front of Yu Xiaograss, Zhu Junyang was no longer the cold-faced King of Shirakami, who accidentally became a liar! Manager Liu said he was scared -- he wouldn't be with a fake county king, would he?

Yu Xiaocai's teeth will certainly not lose him: “Xiaoxian Wang, we can only make money for a few days. Watermelon leaves the market in a month at most. How much money do you make just pointing at vegetables? We little people, we eat by heaven, when we have money, we have to think about the days when we have no money! Unlike you, you come out every day to sneak around, rub your meal, and earn a penny. You're carrying a golden bowl of rice, how do you know the suffering of our little people? ”

Zhu Junyang knew about the Yu family situation. When I didn't split up, I was scolded for eating and not wearing warmth... I thought of this little girl in front of me, several times I was dying of a serious illness, and a pity arose from my heart.

Zhu Junyang softly soothed: “Don't worry! As long as the corn and potatoes are well grown, the court will certainly not hurt you!! With your family's talents in planting the fields, Grandpa may be able to give you a few good words in front of the Emperor. Perhaps the Emperor can give you a special permission to become a farmer. By then, you will also be able to eat the family meal and receive the salaries of the court! ”

“No, please don't!” Yu Xiaograss looked frightened, as if he were some kind of floodbeast, jumped a few steps aside, and said, “Xiao Xiao, I know you mean it well. But we are flat-headed people, with no roots at all, are just a bunch of petty officers, and there is also a cannon ash in the official field. I don't think so. ”