Border Cook

Chapter 603 A match made in heaven
When you occasionally eat white flour steamed buns, they will definitely not be fresh. They will have been dried for a long time, or they will be a little bit off in taste, or even have some mold spots.

Whenever we got such white flour steamed buns, my mother at home would light the firewood, make a fire, and roast the white flour steamed buns until they were charred. This way, we would not get upset in the stomach and the steamed buns would become more fragrant. Most importantly, they tasted hard and crispy, so we had to nibble on them slowly, bit by bit. Eating slowly would satisfy our craving for them.

But the white flour steamed buns baked in this way always have a strong smell of smoke. Sometimes, in order to save firewood, the white flour steamed buns are placed in a pile of hot earth to bake them dry. While they are hot, they are often contaminated with a lot of dust.

Dust is always the thing that hungry people care the least about. Therefore, when eating white flour steamed buns, they often don't even want to brush off the dust, for fear of brushing off the crumbs on the white flour steamed buns and eating less.

Moreover, the dust on the white flour buns seemed to have been stained with the fragrance of the white flour. Not only did it taste free of any unpleasant flavor, but it was also quite delicious.

It can be said that dust, in his memory, brings with it the hardships of childhood and the joy of rare delicious food. It is an extremely complex and indescribable feeling.

The feeling given by the gray thing in front of him at this moment was very similar to the feeling he had when he was a child, but it also had a unique fragrance, and the aftertaste became more intense the more he chewed it. It could be said that it was like a memory, yet it was superior to his memory.

The emperor only felt that thoughts were surging in his mind, like a raging storm, surging and unable to calm down for a long time.

His hands seemed to be out of control, and he just picked up the gray little cube and put it into his mouth.

The more you eat, the more delicious it tastes.

The more you eat, the more delicious it tastes.

After eating almost half of the small cubes on the small plate, the emperor stopped eating, swallowed all the cubes in his mouth, and looked at Ding Dahai, "Does this food have a name?"

"I heard that this food is called Guanyin Fried Buns." Ding Dahai answered truthfully.

"This name is quite unique." The Queen laughed, "Did you choose it for good luck?"

Seeing that the queen obviously didn't understand the origin of the name, the emperor patted the back of her hand and said, "The queen probably doesn't know that Guanyin soil refers to a kind of soil. During disasters and wars, many people couldn't get enough food, so they ate this soil. Combined with some folk legends, this is how the name Guanyin soil came about."

"The reason why it is called Guanyin soil fried steamed buns is probably because the Guanyin soil is fried until cooked, and then the steamed buns are fried in the Guanyin soil before being eaten."

"So that's how it is." The queen suddenly realized.

"Your Majesty is right." Ding Dahai said, "This is how the Guanyin fried steamed buns are made. There is another dish called maltose, which is said to be made from the syrup extracted from the sprouts of wheat. It is also called maltose. It is a very common method of making sugar among the people. It is cheaper than white sugar and is very popular among the people."

After listening to Ding Dahai's introduction, the emperor personally took a spoon and scooped some maltose.

All the way from Jinqiu County to the capital, the journey was long and cold. The maltose in the jar had already solidified and became extremely viscous, and the surface had a certain hardness.

After being sent to the palace, it was kept in a warm room and became much softer. However, it was still extremely sticky and it was very difficult to scoop it with a spoon. After scooping some, it formed long threads, which made the emperor raise his arms high.

The action seemed a little awkward, but it also made the emperor smile. "When I was young, this maltose was often sold on the street. At that time, it was also called stirred sugar. You had to use two bamboo chopsticks to stir the maltose until it turned white, which made it more delicious to eat."

As he spoke, the emperor did not use a spoon to scoop up the maltose, but instead used two chopsticks to stir some of the maltose in the soup bowl, stirring the maltose with the two chopsticks very skillfully.

Flipping it upside down and crosswise, the reddish-brown malt sugar originally hanging on the bamboo chopsticks gradually turned white, and the malt sugar, which was originally only slightly sticky, became more sticky and slightly expanded.

The emperor continued to stir until the maltose on the chopsticks became very difficult to stir and the color almost changed from white to a large lump. Then he stopped. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the large piece of maltose. The emperor felt very satisfied and couldn't help but sigh, "Sweet, really sweet!"

"The Queen should have a taste too."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The queen took the chopsticks from the emperor's hand and, like the emperor just now, put the malt sugar to her mouth and took a small bite.

The sweet taste, with a slight fragrance, is incomparable to any sweets you usually eat. It is directly sweet and pure. It can be said to be overbearing without any embellishment or evasion, rushing through the mouth and lingering on the teeth and cheeks.

But this overbearing sweetness was completely swallowed into the stomach when I swallowed my saliva. Although there was still some residue, it did not feel greasy at all. Instead, my mouth was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

"It's really sweet and delicious." The queen couldn't help but admire it.

She had heard of malt sugar and knew that it was often used in cooking, but this was the first time for her to eat it directly.

It was also a very unique experience.

At this time, looking at the two dishes made by Xia Mingyue, one is the Guanyin earthen fried steamed buns with some heavy memories, and the other is the maltose that can make people smile...

It is ordinary, yet full of meaning, and it also shows his attitude.

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This Xia Mingyue is indeed a smart person.

More importantly, the mind is pure.

She was not wrong at the beginning.

The queen thought so and subconsciously looked at the emperor.

The emperor also nodded with a smile on his face. "This Lady Xia is indeed as I guessed. She is a person with great wisdom, simple mind and courage. No wonder Lan'er likes her so much and she is also favored by Old Lady He."

"As the saying goes, people of the same family stick together. Lu Qiyan is good, and Madam Xia is even better. They are a perfect match, a match made in heaven."

"Your Majesty is right." The Queen smiled.

Ding Dahai on the side also breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his eyes.

At this moment, Xia Mingyue, who was more than a thousand miles away, sneezed several times.

He beat five or six of them one after another before he finally stopped.

After five or six sneezes, Xia Mingyue found that her nose was half blocked, and her voice was slightly nasal when she spoke.

"I'm afraid you've caught a cold." Yin Qiao hurriedly pulled Xia Mingyue back to the house and put on another piece of clothing.