He was betrayed at the beginning, from a cake seller to a wealthy person

After several days of careful consideration, Lu Yan made the final plan: stewed lotus leaf pancakes with vegetables, meat and subs. I originally planned to make steamed buns with roujiamo, but that one needs to be baked. There is no oven here, and Mr. Lu will have to make one for himself. It is better to save the trouble of lotus leaf steamed buns and just steam them.

So Lu Yan sent out a bowl of noodles as usual...

Speaking of lotus leaf cake, we have to mention steamed pork with rice flour. Steamed pork with rice flour is a classic accompaniment to lotus leaf pancakes, but unfortunately the cost is too high and it is not easy to sell. But it’s good to eat at home, so we made it together in the evening.

Now we can make stew. Lu Yan specially saved a piece of the meat that was stewed yesterday, and now chopped it into fine pieces.

She took two bowls of broth and boiled it, added seasonings to adjust the flavor, and poured in a bowl of released water starch, stirring constantly. The broth gradually solidified in the pot, slowly turning into a pot of yellow-white paste that was unbearable to look at. Lu Yan poured in the minced meat again and continued to stir. With stirring, the yellow-white paste becomes more and more viscous, sticking together like a ball, and the color becomes darker and darker, slowly turning into a translucent dark brown. Lu Yan added a large spoonful of sesame oil and continued to stir. When the paste in the pot gathered into a translucent dark brown ball, the stew was basically ready.

焖子

Lu Yan put the cooked stew into a large basin and steamed it.

The stew had to be steamed for another two-quarters of an hour before Lu Yan strolled to Lu Sheng's room.

Lu Sheng raised his head, very surprised.

Lu Yan cleared her throat: "Do you have any books that I can read to kill time?"

Lu Sheng kept a surprised expression: "Do you know how to read?"

"Recognize...?" Lu Yan's expression was a little awkward. She suddenly thought that the Dali Dynasty she was writing about was an imaginary dynasty, and she didn't necessarily know the text: "Bring me a book and let me read it. look."

Lu Sheng handed over the book "The Doctrine of the Mean" he was reading, and Lu Yan thought to herself, the imperial examination here also tests the Four Books and Five Classics?

As soon as she opened it, her whole body relaxed. Just ordinary traditional Chinese characters. Probably because the author's setting for the book was like this at the time, and it was impossible for her to create a font of her own. This reassured her. At least you don't have to learn a new language again.

"Great, I really know it all." Lu Yan returned "The Doctrine of the Mean" to Lu Sheng: "I don't read serious books, do you have a book of words?"

Lu Sheng: "..."

"That's an unfortunate coincidence. I only have serious books." Lu Sheng said, "How can I have money to buy books? I copied all these books. Why should I copy scripts when I have nothing to do?"

Lu Yan thought it was very reasonable and asked Lu Sheng: "Then do you know how much a storybook sells for?"

Lu Sheng touched his chin: "It's much cheaper than a serious book, and it's probably a thin one that's a dozen or so thick or a book that's twenty or thirty chapters thick."

Not bad, still make more money. Lu Yan thought to herself.

After Lu Yan asked, another gust of wind blew out, leaving Lu Sheng alone in the room, messy in the wind.

What does she mean? Does she want me to write a storybook to support the family? Don't tell me it's really a good way to make money...

Over there, Lu Yan returned to the kitchen. The stew had been steamed, but the noodles were still early to rise, and it was still far from lunch. She simply put out the fire and went back to the house to rest.

This was the problem in ancient times. There were too few entertainment facilities. Lu Yan really likes to entertain herself, and she really doesn't want to gather a room full of people to play mahjong and cards. She doesn't have a mobile phone, so there is probably nothing else to do except read the storybook.

Because she got up too early in the morning, Lu Yan fell asleep while thinking about it. It was noon when she woke up again.

It was going to be lunch soon. Lu Yan looked at the basket of radishes and decided to make something fresh.

She took out a few large white radishes, peeled off the skin, and cut them into thin strips. She first used salt to remove the water, then beat two eggs into them, added a bowl of flour, seasoned with seasonings, and then moistened the pot with oil. In the pot, add the shredded radish paste and spread it into a pancake the size of a bowl. The shredded radish pancake cooked quickly, with both sides golden and crispy. It was taken out when it smelled of overripeness, and was spread out in a large bowl in a short time.

Radish cake

In fact, this thing is similar to Youdunzi, but Youdunzi is fried. Lu Yan doesn't dare to pour a pot of fried things now, without having to make Boss Lu and Mrs. Xu feel distressed to death. But the fried ones are also very delicious, nothing bad.

Lunch was served to the table quickly, and after serving Mrs. Xu, there were only two people at the table, Lu Sheng and Lu Yan. Lu Sheng was deeply intoxicated by smelling this familiar yet unfamiliar smell. Today's lunch is different from usual, there are no ingredients visible.

"What is this?" Lu Sheng asked curiously.

"Try it first." Lu Yan said.

Lu Sheng picked up one and took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up. The ripe radish has no spicy taste at all. It is sweet and crispy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Lu Sheng finished one in several bites, picked up another, and gave Lu Yan a thumbs up: "It's delicious."

"As long as it tastes good." Lu Yan smiled and said, "It's made from radish."

Lu Sheng couldn't help but sigh, this was really the most delicious radish he had ever eaten. Radishes are so cheap in winter. Nowadays, in order to save fuel, we boil boiled radish and cabbage in water and salt. In the past, in the winter, we boiled radish and cabbage every meal. The smell of radish made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t expect it to taste like this.

But having said that, Lu Yan’s cooking skills are really amazing. She can always make the crappy and cheap things very delicious. The shredded radish cake is delicious, and yesterday’s vinegar-braised cabbage and shredded potatoes are also delicious. They don’t taste like anything at all. A few pennies can buy a basket.

"It's so delicious. If radishes can always taste so delicious, I won't hate radishes anymore," Lu Sheng said.

Lu Yan smiled: "What is this? When did you buy mutton? I made mutton stewed with radish. The mutton was stewed to a pulp. The radish was soaked with the flavor of the mutton soup. When I took a bite, my mouth was full of juice. That's delicious. Well, I promise you will never say anything against carrots again."

Lu Sheng was stunned when he heard it, but he couldn't help but follow her description and imagine, mutton stewed with radish, that was mutton!

"Can we really afford it?" Lu Sheng asked tentatively.

Lu Yan intuitively felt that this was an opportunity to encourage her children to make progress: "Don't ask me, you are the backbone of our family! When you become a scholar, you will be exempted from our family's land tax. When you become a scholar, then What’s even more amazing is that you can have two taels of silver a month! Not to mention stewed lamb with radish, I will roast a whole lamb for you! Roast a whole lamb for you!”

Lu Sheng was so lame that he was deceived and asked dizzily: "Our family depends entirely on me?"

"Yes, the future Master of Juren!" Lu Yan patted Lu Sheng's hand.

After eating eight shredded radish cakes, the future Juren master felt dizzy and went back to his room to continue reading.