Beginning to become the second ancestor

Chapter 192 190 Mutton Skewers

Sending Fan Zhuangzhuang away, Song Yuanxuan asked Zhao Ziluo to come over.

In the front hall, he handed a list in front of Zhao Ziluo, and said softly: "Ziluo, you go to meet these people, and by the way, go to the household department for me, find Mr. Yuanwailang Zeng Guoming, and give their household registration All sold out.

Then arrange for them to go out of the city tonight, let Feiyu arrange a boat to take them to Wenning County, and then let them go to Li County with Wang Dong's people, we must give priority to protecting them all. "

Zhao Ziluo quickly responded: "Master, I'll do it now!"

Picking up the list, Zhao Ziluo cupped his hands and strode away.

Song Yuanxuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, only to realize that the maid serving on one side was not Luo Qingcheng, she must have gone to Fanghua Building.

After getting up and returning to the back house, Song Yuanxuan entered the study, thinking about what to do next.

Yan Qinglan walked in lightly, put down a cup of tea, and said softly: "Master, have a sip of tea. This is ginseng tea, which nourishes qi and is good for the body."

Song Yuanxuan picked it up and took a sip, then said softly: "Fry me some chili peppers** in a while, I've been a little greedy lately... Forget it, Dong'er is not at home, so there is no need to do it."

"Grandpa, I can do it. I learned a few dishes from Sister Dong'er before, including spicy chicken and dry pot fat intestines. I'll cook for you.

It's a bit cold today, so spicy food will be more appetizing... By the way, there is also mutton. Today, two sheep were killed in Zhuangzi, and Manager Zhao sent one over. I'm going to stew some mutton soup. "

Yan Qinglan said softly, with a smile in her eyes and a flying face, this is her temperament, she is always a little jumpy.

Song Yuanxuan was startled, then nodded and said: "There is mutton, then I'll go and see, let's grill a kebab, it's been a long time."

Yan Qinglan had never heard of mutton kebabs, but she still responded and entered the kitchen with Song Yuanxuan.

In the kitchen, a whole sheep has just been skinned and placed on the chopping board.

The sheep is very big, weighing eighty or ninety catties, and a big and round cook is waving a knife there, cutting the lamb.

When he saw Song Yuanxuan, the cook wiped his hands on the apron, and then called cheerfully: "Master!"

Song Yuanxuan said softly: "Get me a piece of meat, about four or five catties, fat and thin."

With a swipe of the chef's knife, a piece of meat was cut off the front leg. Song Yuanxuan picked up the knife from one side and cut it into small cubes. The cook quickly said, "Master, let me do it."

Song Yuanxuan handed him the knife and said, "Come here, cut it and put it in the basin, I'll wait for you outside."

The cook responded, and Song Yuanxuan pulled Yan Qinglan out. He chopped a few bamboos and slowly cut them into bamboo sticks with a hatchet. With his current skill, he did these things very easily.

After cutting more than 40 bamboo sticks, the cook came out with a large basin. Song Yuanxuan marinated it with salt, wine and chili, but other seasonings were useless.

Of course, there are actually no other seasonings. In this era, these resources are still too scarce.

At this time, he missed cumin, that is, wild fennel, and he could always find it when he looked back slowly.

Yan Qinglan looked at Song Yuanxuan's actions with a look of interest, until Song Yuanxuan finished pickling, she asked softly: "Master, what should I do next?"

"In this way, the task of stringing will be entrusted to you." Song Yuanxuan said lightly, and stringed together at the same time.

Only then did Yan Qinglan nodded, and said excitedly: "Then leave it to me!"

Song Yuanxuan lit a fire with a fire pocket, lit a small pile of firewood, and then went to wash his hands.

When he came back, Yan Qinglan had already skewered more than 20 skewers. He set up two branches above the fire and grilled the lamb skewers on the fire. After a while, the fragrance overflowed.

Yan Qinglan sniffled and said in surprise, "Master, it really smells so good!"

"It tastes even better when you eat it!" Song Yuanxuan smiled slightly, watching the mutton oil drop by drop into the fire, a small cluster of flames rose up, and the fragrance immediately permeated, and his heart was peaceful.

No matter how much you plan, as long as you stop for a moment and smell the food, that's enough.

Yan Qinglan skewered all the skewers, turned around to wash her hands, and then sat back beside Song Yuanxuan, next to him, resting her face with her hands, her eyes fell on his face without blinking.

Song Yuanxuan stretched out his hand to touch his face and said, "Why, is my face blooming?"

Yan Qinglan shook her head, and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up: "My master is really amazing, he can do everything! The roasted meat is also different from others, it is very fragrant."

Song Yuanxuan smiled, picked up two skewers, handed them to Yan Qinglan and said, "Okay, you can eat."

The two each ate a skewer, which was rich in flavor. Even without cumin, the roasted meat was still very fragrant, infiltrated with spicy taste, and neutralized the mutton smell of the sheep itself, which was very delicious.

"It's so delicious!" Yan Qinglan praised.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Xue Xia's voice sounded: "Lang, I smell the fragrance from a long distance, what is it?"

"Mutton skewers!" Song Yuanxuan responded, then beckoned and said, "Come here and eat together, everything is ready, there are forty skewers in total, and I will call Yun'er over later, this is today's lunch."

"I'll call!" Yan Qinglan called out, got up and ran away.

Although it was a bit cold, there was always a kind of fireworks floating when grilling fire and eating mutton skewers. In a vague way, Song Yuanxuan felt as if he had returned to the past.

At that time, whenever he was free, he would go to eat skewers and drink some beer. With his temperament and identity, he always attracted strange looks from many women.

When Yue Huaiyun and Yan Qinglan came back, Xue Xia was already full. In fact, she only ate two skewers. This was mainly because she had to eat Yangxiang meal, so it was rare for her to eat normal food.

Song Yuanxuan ate fifteen skewers, and he was already full. He watched Yan Qinglan and Yue Huaiyun eating happily, and smiled slightly, with some warmth in his eyes.

"Lang, I don't know when mother will come back. It's better for us to be together as a family." Xue Xia said softly.

Song Yuanxuan thought for a while and said: "I guess it will be soon, I will definitely come back a year ago."

"Lang, the palace exam is coming up the day after tomorrow, don't you need to prepare?" Xue Xia asked.

Song Yuanxuan shook his head and said, "There's no need to hold on to the buddha's feet temporarily. Whether you succeed or fail, you only accumulate in the usual way, and I don't force it."

"Lang is really amazing!" Xue Xia looked at him adoringly, his eyes were full of little stars.

Yan Qinglan and Yue Huaiyun also had the same expression, Song Yuanxuan smiled, feeling a little flustered.

After eating the mutton skewers, there were still a few skewers left, Song Yuanxuan said hello, and left them for the big and round cook.

There are quite a few cooks in the Zhuangzi. This cook specializes in meat. In fact, he is a butcher, responsible for killing pigs and sheep. The real cooks are two old ladies.

Back in the main house, Song Yuanxuan sat in the study, and did not read a book, but squinted his eyes, practicing You Lie mental method.

For him, the calmer the better at this time.

Compared with the palace examination, he paid more attention to the things he was planning. If Li County had to invest 500 million taels of silver, it would definitely change its appearance.

And even if he fails in the palace examination, that's okay. With his status as Huiyuan, he can always be a seventh-rank official, or even a sixth-rank official.

A ray of darkness sank into the center of his brow, and he felt more and more calm, as if he was more closely integrated with the darkness.

(End of this chapter)