The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 122 Liang Zhu (Part )

When Liu Tao pushed the door open, it was already dark outside.

Without street lights, moonlight is the biggest source of light in the dark night. Most people’s houses are dark, and only a few wealthier ones light kerosene lamps. The black smoke and dim light interweave, looking like sparks.

Luo Jun was still the same as when he came, with his hands in his pockets, standing at the door. The moonlight shone on him, making his face half bright and half dark, and his eyes looked very deep.

"I don't like carrots." Luo Jun said.

"I know, so I asked Master Jiang to cook the carrots more delicious." Liu Tao walked to Luo Jun, skillfully took his hand, and the two walked home together.

"I remember that you didn't like vegetables at first, but you really like the vegetables made by Master Jiang, don't you?"

"He cooked it in chicken soup, and carrots cooked in chicken soup don't taste good." Luo Jun retorted.

"But maybe there are other ways to make carrots taste better." Liu Tao said with a smile, "If Chef Jiang can't make them taste good, then we won't order them anymore."

"Ah."

"I've finished reading the newspaper. What are you going to read tomorrow? I'll pack my things out in the morning."

"Read... The Legend of Swordsman of Shu Mountain. There are so many newspapers that you don't know where I should start. I can find it myself tomorrow morning."

"Okay, it's all my fault that I can't read." Liu Tao felt a little disappointed.

"There are many people who don't know how to read, and those who know how to read may not be very useful." Luo Jun said disdainfully, "The Chu family knows a lot of characters, including English, French, German, and Japanese. They say they learned the Four Books and Five Classics when they were young and then learned modern Western learning when they grew up. After graduating from a prestigious university and joining the government, they can only approve documents and make money."

"There are so many foreign currencies at home that the safe can't even hold them all, and you're still trying to rip me off."

After hearing what Luo Jun said, Liu Tao asked, "I remember that before we left Shanghai, Minister Chu asked someone to give me two ruby ​​rings. I haven't heard from him in the past two years. Is he still working in Shanghai?"

Luo Jun nodded: "Probably, probably swimming."

Liu Tao tilted her head, not quite understanding. But she hadn't understood many things in her life, and she didn't have the habit of delving into them, so she just nodded and continued walking forward.

After returning home, Liu Tao went to bed early, but Luo Jun was used to staying up late, so he read the newspaper by candlelight until late at night before going upstairs to bed.

The next morning, Liu Tao got up early, cleaned the house, went into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients needed to make tangerine peel tea, and waited for the milkman to come.

By the time Luo Jun got up, the tangerine peel tea had already been prepared and was just the right temperature to drink.

Luo Jun was reading the newspaper while drinking tangerine peel tea. Liu Tao went upstairs to dress up, put on a set of jewelry, and carried a lunch box to prepare to go out.

"I'm going to Master Jiang's to get some noodles. Yesterday I asked Master Jiang to make some new flavors. I have to go and see how he's doing. If it's not good, there's still time to change it." Liu Tao began to report her itinerary.

Luo Jun stared at the newspaper and said, "If you don't like wearing so much jewelry when you go out, you don't have to wear it."

Liu Tao touched the new earrings, then glanced at the ruby ​​ring that Minister Chu had just brought up from upstairs, and said, "It's okay once you get used to it."

"I'm Mrs. Luo. If you go out without makeup, you, Boyan, will be laughed at by others."

Luo Jun said no more and drank the last sip of tangerine peel tea.

Liu Tao went out.

Luo Jun stood up, and just when Qin Huai thought that Luo Jun was going to sit on the sofa and continue reading novels like a otaku, Luo Jun walked to the door, stopped for two minutes, slowly changed his shoes and went out.

Qin Huai:?
Luo Jun was walking slowly outside. The neighbors along the way were not surprised to see Luo Jun and just went about their own work.

Qin Huai was very familiar with the route Luo Jun took, because he had taken it with the couple yesterday - it was the road to Master Jiang's place.

Very good, Mr. Luo will not be a stay-at-home today, but a pervert instead.

Luo Jun slowly walked to the familiar street corner. He did not knock on the door of the low house, but walked into the yard skillfully.

There were no children playing in the mud in the yard, only the child's mother sweeping the yard.

The woman saw Luo Jun and skillfully brought him a cushioned chair. She smiled at him flatteringly, "Mr. Luo, my dog ​​Dan slipped away to Master Jiang's place again when I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. My wife likes children." Luo Jun nodded calmly, "Just go do your thing."

The woman continued to sweep the floor, but this time she avoided Luo Jun's direction when sweeping, so as not to spread dust on Mr. Luo's clothes.

Luo Jun took out a newspaper folded into a tofu block from his pocket, unfolded it, and began to read.

Qin Huai:......

How should I put it, Luo Jun's hobbies and habits have remained consistent over the years.

It was interesting to watch Luo Jun reading the newspaper in the yard, but Qin Huai wanted to know what was going on in the house.

After watching "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" for two minutes, Qin Huai walked into the low house.

Jiang Weiming, Goudan and Liu Tao were all in the kitchen. The food box Liu Tao brought was placed on the table outside. The front and back doors of the kitchen were open. If any of the three people in the room were willing to take a few steps toward the back door and look outside, they would see Luo Jun reading a newspaper in the yard.

But these three people were destined not to look outside, and everyone's eyes were focused on the pastries.

On the chopping board were kneaded white flour, chopped carrot puree, minced meat and beet juice.

"Meat-filled dough balls...are they still dough balls?" Although Liu Tao didn't know how to make dough balls, she had been a wealthy lady for several years and had some knowledge about food.

Jiang Weiming was so annoyed by Liu Tao's question that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. Qin Huai was very familiar with his expression, which was the same expression as Zheng Siyuan's, as if he had made a decision that was sorry to his ancestors.

"This...I...this is me..."

Jiang Weiming hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "This is the only method I can think of."

"Carrots have a very special flavor, especially when steamed. It's hard to cover up the flavor with other ingredients unless you add a lot of spices."

"But adding a lot of spices to noodles would just be putting the cart before the horse and make it even weirder."

"I've been cooking for you and Mr. Luo for so long, so I have a general understanding of Mr. Luo's taste. Mr. Luo doesn't like vegetables. His favorite non-meat dish is tofu, because tofu tastes more meaty after being stewed in meat or chicken broth."

"I made the meat filling by mixing carrot puree into the meat, then adding some diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms. I fried the filling first to release the oil, then simmered it in chicken broth. I know this filling is strange because it's a kind of bun filling my dad taught me."

"But this filling is the one I know. It's the one that can be made with carrots and is the most suitable for Mr. Luo's taste."

"I made the noodle fruit in the shape of an apple. Please do not tell Mr. Luo that it is a noodle fruit after you bring it back today. Just say it is an apple-shaped bun. Tell him to eat it while it is hot. It will not taste good if it is cold. If it is cold, put the bun in the steamer for three minutes and it will not taste bad."

Jiang Weiming began to beg.

Liu Tao: ...

"Okay." Liu Tao nodded. "I'll tell my husband when I get home... This is the new apple-shaped bun made by Master Jiang."

Jiang Weiming started to fry the stuffing.

Qin Huai watched from the side, and his eyes became brighter and brighter the more he watched.

Qin Huai found that although Jiang Weiming's noodles were average, slightly worse than Zheng Siyuan's, his stuffing was really good. Qin Huai also fried stuffing every morning. He knew that frying stuffing did not require a good foundation, nor did he need to master the skills of flipping the spoon, but the simpler the things, the more you can see your level.

It's just like it takes skill to make boiled cabbage, but it takes even more skill to make the cabbage taste like boiled cabbage.

After frying the stuffing, Jiang Weiming began to simmer the stuffing in chicken soup. Qin Huai was also familiar with this step, but he couldn't simmer it to Jiang Weiming's level.

The sauce was reduced to just the right amount, and the steamed buns were so fragrant that Qin Huai couldn't wait to have a bowl to taste it first.

Qin Huai is not the only one who has this idea.

Goudan, who was sitting on the ground watching Jiang Weiming cook, had already begun to focus only on the stuffing in the pot, and called out in a clear and loud voice: "Meat, meat!"

"Mingming, Rourou."

Judging from the accent, it is indeed a northern accent.

Jiang Weiming put the stuffing into a bowl and mixed it with a little sesame oil, then patted Goudan on the head and said, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Luo's snack. You don't have the luxury of having it."

Whether it was meat filling or white flour, they were both extremely precious foods in this era, and ordinary people could feel that they had no regrets in their lives after having a bite of them. Jiang Weiming knew that the cook could eat some of the guests' leftovers, but he could never stick his chopsticks into the guests' main meals.

"Master Jiang, please make two more small ones later, one for you and Goudan. My husband and I can't finish all these snacks." Liu Tao smiled and looked down at Goudan, "Goudan is in for a treat today."

"Taotao, Taotao." Goudan is also called Liutao.

"He has really learned a northern accent from you, Master Jiang." Liu Tao said with a smile.

Jiang Weiming smiled and started to wrap the dough.

Compared with the ease with which he had just fried the stuffing, Jiang Weiming seemed a little clumsy when wrapping the dough, but his overall skill was okay. It was obvious that he had practiced before but was not very good at it and was a bit rusty.

Qin Huai watched quietly from the side. The more he watched, the more he felt that this technique was similar to what Zheng Siyuan taught him.

Sure enough, these difficult snacks are all from the same source and the making techniques are similar.

Soon, apple-shaped fruits of similar size were wrapped.

Jiang Weiming began to color.

"Mrs. Luo, do you want to try it too?" Jiang Weiming asked, "Coloring the dough is quite interesting. When my second brother was learning how to make dough, when it came to the coloring step, all the brothers in the family rushed to try."

"My eldest brother also wants to paint, but he always gives in to his younger brothers. I am thicker-skinned, so I must paint one before giving in."

"Can I?" Liu Tao was a little surprised.

"Of course, but you have to take off the ring on your hand."

Liu Tao swiftly took off her ring, picked up a doughnut, held it carefully, and colored it like Jiang Weiming.

The effect is very unsatisfactory.

Liu Tao was probably afraid that the small brush made of pig hair would damage the dough, so she applied the color very gently each time. Based on Qin Huai's experience in coloring the dough, the color of the final product should be patchy.

One piece is bright red, one piece is light red, and one piece is no color. In short, it doesn’t look good.

Liu Tao brushed very carefully and slowly.

Qin Huai was watching from the side and was enjoying it when the air wall appeared.

Qin Huai almost fell down on his back.

Qin Huai hurried out and found that Luo Jun had already put away the newspaper and walked home. He walked very slowly and met a vendor selling maltose on a shoulder pole on the way. He bought a large bag of maltose.

Although they could not communicate in the same language, Luo Jun could not understand what the vendor said, and the vendor could not understand what Luo Jun said, but they could communicate through money.

After Luo Jun took out a dollar, all languages ​​became understandable. The vendor wanted to give half the basket to Luo Jun, but Luo Jun thought it was too much and took one bag. The vendor mumbled a bunch of local auspicious words and bowed to Luo Jun's back.

After returning home, Luo Jun dusted himself off, put the malt sugar on the table, found a comfortable spot on the sofa, sat down, and continued reading the newspaper.

Ten minutes later, Liu Tao came back with a lunch box. There were beads of sweat on her head and she was still panting. She must have jogged back.

"Master Jiang made a new dessert today, apple-shaped buns! They are so delicious. He said we should eat them while they are hot. I was afraid they would get cold on the way, so I ran all the way back." Liu Tao panted, opened the lunch box, and took out the apple-shaped buns one by one and arranged them on a plate.

"If you want to eat it this afternoon, call me at the door. This won't taste good if it gets cold. You have to put it in the steamer to heat it up for three minutes."

Liu Tao saw the maltose on the table.

"The candy seller knocked on the door today?" Liu Tao was a little surprised.

"There's a knock on the door." Luo Jun put down the newspaper. "Didn't you say you didn't encounter him last time? He knocked on the door today and I bought a pack. He spoke in a gibberish and I couldn't understand a word he said."

"Your accent is a bit strong." Liu Tao smiled, brought the plate to Luo Jun, opened the oil paper bag, took out a piece of malt sugar and started eating.

Luo Jun accurately picked out the only one made by Liu Tao from a plate of good-looking apple-shaped pie. It was ugly, like an apple-shaped pie that had fallen into a dye vat and had not been dyed well. He took a decisive bite.

"That is..." Liu Tao wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"What is it?" Luo Jun asked knowingly, "Is it an ugly apple?"

Liu Tao was too embarrassed to say that she had bought the apple, so she could only say, "Master Jiang didn't make it well, it was a mistake. But the flour is precious, and the meat is precious too, it's just a little ugly, I don't think it's a big deal, I wanted to bring it back to eat myself."

"I made a mistake while making dim sum. I guess I should pay Chef Jiang less next time."

"No, no...it was...an accident. Maybe I disturbed Master Jiang, so I made a mistake." Liu Tao explained hurriedly, fearing that Jiang Weiming would get less money because she put the blame on him.

"But I think this one is pretty good-looking too." Luo Jun took another bite. "It tastes good. Those apples that look the same are boring. This one has more personality."

Liu Tao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Boyan, do you think this apple looks good?" Liu Tao lowered her head, a little embarrassed, "Actually... I painted it, but I'm embarrassed to tell you because it's too ugly."

Luo Jun smiled and said, "I'm not stupid, of course I can see it."

"Next time you make this filling, you don't need to shape it. Just make buns directly. Carrot puree, meat filling, diced mushrooms and bamboo shoots, isn't this the filling for buns?"

Luo Jun took the last bite of the bun and said, "I like this filling very much."

belch.

Qin Huai burped silently.

He also likes this dog food.

Qin Huai left the memory.

There may be another update after midnight, dear readers, you can read it tomorrow.

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