Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 280 Candy Garlic
The old man's son has eaten fresh winter bamboo shoots.

He has a greedy father, and he has never tasted all kinds of ingredients from the sky and the earth, which are rare.

In the past, he liked to eat fresh bamboo shoots rather than dried bamboo shoots. Although dried bamboo shoots are not astringent, most dried bamboo shoots are not cooked well, and the umami taste is lost, so the fresh and sweet taste is missing.

But the fresh bamboo shoots are delicious, no matter what to do with them, such a good cook, even after eating them, his teeth feel sour and his mouth feels tight.

What I ate today was completely different.

The fried fresh bamboo shoots sold at the small stall in front of me are crispy and raw when bitten, and they are overcooked. Suddenly, a burst of juice is mixed with the aroma of shrimp and pork. The thicker it is, the greasy it is, and the lighter it is. It's not enough to think about it, it's just right.

The thin slices of meat fried together with the bamboo shoots were slightly curly, half the width of a palm when sandwiched, browned and transparent, with a warm jade hue.

"call."

Regardless of the hot mouth, the old man's son stuffed four or five slices into his mouth in one breath, and it melted in his mouth, and——"This is fat meat? It's very crispy, huh? There are shrimps? Is there any meat?" What? It tastes so special!"

"There should be oil residue. Could there be coriander in it? It's not just coriander, what is there?"

"It's cilantro."

Gu Xiang was a little surprised. He looked up at the old man who was sucking his stomach aggrievedly before he could sit on the small bench, and said with a smile, "It's just that coriander is wrapped in chicken skin and chopped into mud. It's melted in it. Just take it Come to season it, you can’t eat it normally.”

"It's no wonder the taste is so special and the fragrance is lingering."

The old man stirred the noodles with his chopsticks, and the two bamboo chopsticks entangled the noodles very skillfully, forming a big ball in one breath, "Ah woo^"

Filling his mouth with one mouthful, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously showing an expression of great enjoyment.

Eating noodles is just like this to be enjoyable.

His son covered his face, barely looking.

If his father's disciples and grandchildren see him, the world will collapse and his faith will collapse.His father is now recognized as a Confucian teacher all over the world. Mr. Feng Ming, Yun Zizhan, not only in this dynasty, but also the people in the west and north, all scholars respect his father like a god.

It's a pity that this god still has to dress and eat, and he has to shit and fart. There are a lot of minor problems, and it's just that their seeds of reading are all invisible.

This guy can pretend very well in front of his students, with that scholarly demeanor, anyone who sees him will think that he is full of poetic and scholarly spirit!

I really want those scholars who praise him to come and see his indiscriminate virtue of eating now!
Yun Zizhan ate most of the bowl of noodles in one go, then put down his chopsticks, and took out two cloves of pickled garlic from a small plate.

Garlic cloves are sweet, Yun Zizhan nodded while eating: "This garlic is also delicious, I can eat several pancakes just looking at this garlic. Little lady, do you sell sweet garlic?"

"Sugar garlic? I really don't know how to sell it. Well, if the old man likes it, how about five cents a jar?"

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "Don't think this garlic is worthless, but the sugar I use is all good sugar, not cheap."

The old gentleman hurriedly touched his purse: "As for the craftsmanship of the young lady, it is not expensive to buy fifty papers and one altar. Give me fifty altars!"

Gu Xiang: "..."

She couldn't laugh or cry: "My candied garlic can't be put, it's all made and eaten now, if left for a long time, the taste will be too strong, and it won't be good enough."

After thinking about it, she took out two small altars.

"No, how many heads are there for such a small jar? Give me at least forty jars. I have a lot of family members. I will finish eating them in a few days, so I can't waste them."

Gu Xiang laughed: "I didn't marinate that much in total."

The old man became depressed all of a sudden, holding the two small altars and refusing to let go, he refused to leave, and was tired of dawdling in front of Gu Xiang's stove.Gu Xiang just laughed, he planned to rest for a while anyway, and was not in a hurry, but Yun Zizhan's old son was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"My mother is still waiting at home. It will be more than half a year since you go out. You are about to arrive in the capital, why don't you hurry—"

The old son didn't finish his sentence, when he suddenly felt a chill go down his back, and when he looked up, he saw the little cook grabbing the garlic jar in his father's hand and throwing it vigorously.

The old son froze immediately, the jar flew past his scalp, and with a bang, he suddenly turned his head and saw two old men dressed as street vendors holding up the poles to block them, although they blocked the two jars, the poles were scattered. Two thinner knives are revealed.

"what?"

The old son was shocked.

Yun Zizhan was also shocked, his face turned pale in an instant, he was heartbroken, and stretched out his hand to his son.

The old son's heart suddenly felt a little hotter - his father really still values ​​him!

"My garlic!"

Yun Zizhan's eyeballs turned red.

Old son: "..."

Gu Xiang: "..."

Yun Zizhan yelled, obviously feeling wrong, and said angrily: "Who are you, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, the most benevolent land, how dare you commit crimes? My son is nearly fifty years old, old, weak and sick. If you are frightened out of it Sickness, what do you pay for?"

Old son: "..." Although it is also a word of concern, why does it become more unpleasant the more you listen to it?
Gu Xiang reached out and took the cover he had just made to cover his own chopping board, then looked up, at this time Xue Ying was already standing in front of the desk.

Zhao Ying silently put back the raised foot, lightly brushed the hem of her clothes, and sighed inwardly: for some reason, the maid next to Sanniang has a scud?With such a fast speed, it would be better to go to the Imperial City Division's Exploration Battalion.

Humph.

Lao Gou, Wang Ermu, and a group of personal soldiers also surrounded him.

Zhao Ying was forced to take a step back.

Gu Xiang looked at him, nodded slightly, very satisfied.The Duke of the State has a noble status, and he would be in trouble if he was injured at all. Brother Wang and the others are doing really well, and they are becoming more and more stable these days.

In the blink of an eye, hands were handed over not far away.

No one else moved, the old dog and Wang Ermu brothers, one with a steel knife and the other with a firewood knife, danced so airtightly that they would not lose a beat against these two old men.

Gu Xiang was so dazzled by watching that he didn't even have time to be afraid, he just focused on watching the excitement.

"careful!"

The fight here was lively, Zhao Ying frowned suddenly, shook the cloak on his body, and put his hood over Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang struggled for a while in a daze, and then heard short screams in front of her. She hadn't moved yet, and as soon as she lightened up, she was stuffed into the carriage like flying through the clouds. At this moment, she lifted the cloak and blinked her eyes. .

Qiuli and Yingying tugged at her arm with fear on their faces, their voices were hoarse: "Just now a boy came out of the crowd - he actually wanted to pour boiling oil on the little lady!"

Gu Xiang was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the curtain of the car, only to see that Laogou and his party were standing still, Xueying was also standing beside the car, Bao Jianyou was in the scabbard, with a calm expression—but the front was almost out Pig brains.

Leaning against the car window, Gu Xiang saw two familiar figures. The two of them carried a dry and thin boy with a crackling hammer, hitting the boy with blood all over his head and face.

From such a distance, Gu Xiang could vaguely see the kid's ignorant expression.

"dubious?"

(End of this chapter)