I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao said that the soup base was novel, but it was originally a tomato pot.

There are tomatoes in this era, but Su Yao has never seen a delicious tomato pot bottom.

Fu Ke Lai is probably the highest level in Old Beijing. Last time I went to eat, I saw that the bottom of the tomato pot was particularly bland.

Su Yao boiled a small pot the next day, rich and sweet, with a little sour taste unique to tomatoes, but Fu Gezi came to taste it, but he didn't like it very much.

Su Yao couldn't help wondering: "Mr. Fu likes sweets, doesn't he?"

Fu Ling leaned closer and smiled: "Boss Su is quite careful about my taste."

The professionalism of the chef is nothing more than that.

Su Yao was slightly embarrassed, and said silently: "Then cook some meatball soup and eat it."

Su Yao put the beaten beef balls into the tomato pot, cooked a delicious pot, and had a simple lunch first.

He wanted to thank Fu Ling, so he thought he had to do the food himself, so he made a few pots of meatballs in the morning.

Chicken balls, beef balls, fish balls, and Su Yao also fried a pot of crispy shredded radish balls.

Fu Gezi squeezed and ate all morning.

While eating the meatballs in the bowl, he looked at the people beside the pot.

Su Yao's complexion became better and better, and the steaming water vapor was smoked, and the sweat was slightly dewed, and the skin was rosy.

The pigeon took a big bite of the white, soft and slippery fish balls, and began to wonder: when is it not the balls, but the beauty.

It's a pity that I can't eat it yet.

Yesterday Pei Yi scolded him again, don't touch Su Yao.

I haven't touched it at all, and hugging it is still through the quilt.

The pigeon is wronged.

Aggrieved, he ate two large bowls of tomato meatball soup.

Because the big pigeon didn't allow others to eat what Su Yao made, the two sat by the stove and ate their lunch with fried vegetables and egg pancakes.

The rain stopped today, but the sun did not clear up. The cumulus clouds were suppressed gloomyly, and it was a bit muggy and hot.

Manager Meng came trotting all the way from the corridor, just around a yard of tall bamboos, he saw the two people eating.

Fu Ling took a small celadon spoon and fed Su Yao a big white fish ball.

Su Yao was slightly embarrassed.

Guanshi Meng was very happy in his heart, took a quick look, then hid secretly again, waited for a while, watched from a distance, and walked up to him after he had almost eaten.

Fu Ling was helping to clean up the dishes: "What's the matter?"

Manager Meng smiled happily: "Tangquan Pond has been cleaned up according to Mr. Pei's instructions. Mr. Su can go there anytime."

Pei Yi took a look at Tangquan Pond some time ago, and thought that too many petals were used before, so she should clean it up again.

Manager Meng had been cleaning for a long time, and it was just ready.

Su Yao hurriedly thanked: "Please trouble Manager Meng."

"Where is it?" Guanshi Meng smiled blindly, "Mr. Su is here on a special trip, and he has to recuperate."

Su Yao responded, and heard him add: "My lord, if you want to go, just call me——I just packed up today, and it's going to rain heavily tonight. Do you want to go, lord?"

Su Yao looked around at the full stove, and could only look at Fu Ling and said with a smile: "I can't go today, I have to cook something delicious for Mr. Fu."

The corners of Guanshi Meng's mouth rose indiscriminately, and he backed away after a few words of greeting.

The cumulus clouds are getting heavier, and it looks like there will be heavy rain.

Fu Ling opened the window, and moved closer to Su Yao: "039 What is this?"

Su Yao put the small round cakes made of fish and shrimp paste into the hot oil: "Make fried fish cakes."

The hot oil boiled, and the golden fish cakes were taken out to filter the oil. Su Yao looked at Fu Ling eagerly, and made another sweet and sour sauce: "Mr. Fu, eat some first."

Fu Gezi hadn't shut up since morning.

The skin of the fish cakes is crispy and soft, and the inside is smooth and tasty. Su Yao also mixed some diced carrots, which is very sweet.

Fu Gezi ate another half of the plate, sat for a while, saw Su Yao busy, and asked again: "What can I do for you?"

Su Yao briskly took out the crispy crispy meat without looking up: "No need."

Fu Gezi felt sorry: "I see you are busy."

A half-life novice comes to help, and there is a high probability that it will cause trouble.

Su Yao paused, then suddenly recalled the scene where Fu Ling insisted on combing his hair with him yesterday.

Su Yao understood: this big pigeon is just itchy, it's fun to watch.

Su Yao couldn't help but look around, and could only stop: "I'll teach Mr. Fu to make a simple thing, do you want to learn?"

Fu Ling couldn't ask for more.

Fu Gezi moved closer to the beauty, and saw the beauty take out a big iron spoon.

Su Yao smiled at him: "Mr. Fu, watch carefully."

Su Yao rubbed a layer of oil on the large iron spoon, poured some egg liquid, and the small fire under the stove was burning, and the golden egg liquid slowly slid away along the iron spoon, and the burnt aroma was formed, and the edges were raised.

The thin omelet was only wet in the center. Su Yao put a small spoonful of fresh meat filling, picked up one side of the egg skin, and pressed the edges tightly. The half-moon-shaped egg dumpling was freshly baked.

The big golden dumplings were placed on the plate, filled with the smell of burnt fried eggs, Su Yao raised her eyes: "Have you learned it, Mr. Fu?"

Isn't it super simple?

Fu Xiang, who knew nothing about cooking, rolled up his sleeves: "I will, Boss Su, go get busy."

It stands to reason that Su Yao has already dealt with the most troublesome part of egg dumplings, the cooking time of the fried eggs, and the rest... shouldn't be too much trouble.

Fu Gezi is a smart cuckoo.

Su Yao also felt relieved, and gave him the iron spoon: "The egg liquid is in the amount of ten pieces, Mr. Fu must be careful."

Fu Gezi nodded confidently.

Su Yao went directly to adjust the broth.

Because Fu Gezi is not used to eating tomato base, Su Yao still made spicy mandarin duck pot with clear soup.

A classic, you can't go wrong.

Boil the beef tube bone, pour in medicinal food such as wolfberry and red dates, and simmer for an hour, and boil it into a pot of milky white and fragrant bone broth.

There are many ways to make clear soup base, pork ribs can also be used with chicken racks, and beef ribs are purely because they happen to be available in other courtyards.

Fu Ling was indeed very rich.

Su Yao counted a few ingredients for Meng Guanshi, and Meng Guanshi found them all without saying a word.

Su Yao lifted the lid of the pot, and a rich and mellow smell rushed to his face, and some yellow oily flowers floated on the bottom of the milky white soup, which whetted the appetite.

Su Yao couldn't help scooping out a little bit with a spoon, and as soon as she took a breath, she heard Fu Ling's hesitant voice: "...Boss Su, would you like to come and take a look?"

Su Yao hurriedly turned around——

Fortunately, the pigeon is still a perfect pigeon, and the spoon is still a perfect spoon.

He relieved himself, looked over again, and saw three...strangely shaped food on the plate.

The egg dumpling he made was in front of the jade, which made Fu Ling's three failures stand out.

Su Yao saw it at a glance: the first egg liquid was pinched before it was formed; the second egg liquid was too much and became a paste; the third egg liquid was okay, at least it was not broken.

But why not half-moon?

Su Yao was amused for a moment, but when he saw the pigeon with a suspicious expression on his face, he could only endure it desperately: "Mr. Fu, let me do it."

Pigeon was not happy: "Boss Su dislikes me."

"No no."

Su Yao smiled, and thought that for a novice in the kitchen, he couldn't dampen his enthusiasm, "Then you make one, and I'll see what's wrong?"

Fu Ling turned around, poured some oil first, and was turning the spoon to roll away, when he noticed that Su Yao was holding his hand holding the spoon: "There's too much oil, pour some out."

Su Yao's hands were thin and soft, and they were still very warm after working around the stove for a long time.

Su Yao approached him with his whole body, and put his palm on the back of Fu Ling's hand, and Fu Xiang was instantly happy.

I suddenly felt that those three strange shapes just now were worthwhile.

Su Yao poured the excess oil into a small bowl and let go of Fu Ling: "Pour in some egg liquid."

This time with Su Yao by his side, Fu Ling poured a proper amount, turned the spoon, and Su Yao held his hand again.

Fu Xiang was happy again.

Su Yao stared at the egg dumpling with all his heart, and didn't care about being taken advantage of twice by the pigeon. He shook it slightly, saw that the edge of the egg skin was raised, and the center was slightly solidified, and poured it again: "Put a little meat filling, half a spoonful is enough. "

This time it was done, Fu Ling picked up the egg skin, compacted it into a half-moon shape, and put it on the plate.

Su Yao let go of his hand: "Will Mr. Fu meet?"

Fu Xiang looked innocent: "No."

Su Yao laughed inwardly, so he had no choice but to say: "Then Mr. Fu, let's sit and eat, I'll do it."

Fu Xiang was cheeky: "Boss Su teach me again."

Su Yao refused: "Mr. Fu is not familiar with it, if we touch it again, we will delay eating the pot at night."

Seeing that there were still many things to do, Fu Xiang had no choice but to put down the iron spoon, and asked again: "Is there anything simpler than this?"

Su Yao couldn't stop laughing, and looked around: "Mr. Fu cut up the bean skin?"

Manager Meng sent a thick stack of tofu skins, square and square, stacked together.

Su Yao picked out a knife that was handy: "Cut it into strips."

After all, cut a knife and show Fu Ling.

It still will.

Fu Ling is good at carpentry, and he really knows how to cut things.

But Xu Shi just overdrawn his trust, Su Yao asked him again: "Is this possible?"

Holding the knife, Fu Ling stood in front of Doupi, with an innocent face again: "How wide is the cut?"

Su Yao had no choice but to go forward and hold his right hand.

But after standing like this, Su Yao was right behind Fu Ling. He was not tall enough, so he couldn't see the bean curd on the chopping board.

After a short pause, Fu Ling smiled and said, "Boss Su, come to the front."

Su Yao didn't think much about it, walked to the front, held Fu Ling's hand, and felt a little cramped.

Fu Ling approached from behind him, leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, lowered his head, and leaned into his ear: "Boss Su, how wide should the cut be?"

Su Yao's ears turned red again.

His hands felt hot for a while, so he hurriedly let go, and drew a vertical line on the bean skin: "... right here."

Fu Ling nodded, leaned over a little, and got closer to Su Yao: "Then I'll cut it."

Su Yao was hugged by the warmth that was close at hand, and just nodded indiscriminately.

Fu Ling's knife was crisp and sharp.

Su Yao looked at the stack of bean curds on the chopping board, and whispered, "It's just that wide, Mr. Fu cut it."

He wanted to hide, but how could Fu Ling let him go, so he just stood still: "Boss Su won't show me something, what if I break it?"

Fu Ling put one hand on the edge of the table and refused to move, Su Yao couldn't avoid it, standing where he was, was actually the furthest away from Fu Ling.

Su Yao suppressed the thump, nodded slightly: "Then you cut it."

Fu Ling smiled, and lowered the knife without saying a word.

When Fu Ling moved, Su Yao became nervous.

His breath was right next to Su Yao's ear, making the fine hair on his temples flutter gently by Su Yao's ear.

Itchy.

Su Yao was cramped, and after cutting a stack of tofu skins, Fu Ling was calm, and even asked very diligently, "Is there anything else to cut?"

Su Yao shook his head, and almost touched Fu Ling's jaw again, hurriedly lowered: "No more, Mr. Fu, go sit and play."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Boss Su, don't be polite to me."

Add another sentence: "Why do I have the nerve to sit all the time?"

Su Yao paused: "...then I'll get it for you."

Fu Ling glanced at the wax gourd and mushrooms on the stove, they were all within reach, and laughed in a low voice: "What do you need Boss Su to get? These are not enough to eat?"

Su Yao paused again, with a muffled voice: "Don't eat these, there are other things."

Fu Ling glanced at the reddened ears, neck and shoulders, and obediently took a step back: "Boss Su, go get it."

Su Yao ran out quickly.

After a while, a large basket of corn was brought up, and he put it away: "That's all, let's cut it."

so much.

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Have you finished eating?"

Su Yao ignored him, and went to fry the egg dumplings: "It's finished."

The beauty was annoyed by the teasing.

Fu Xiang frowned and sighed, then resignedly picked up a piece of corn, and chopped it open with a "kuang".

Facts have proved that my beauty still loves me.

There wasn't much corn in this basket, so Fu Xiang cut it into a big pot, then went to see Su Yao, and saw that he had just covered a pot of red oil.

Fu Xiang tried to say something: "What is this?"

"The soup base of the butter and spicy pot needs to be stuffed for another half an hour."

Su Yao also told him the truth.

My beauty is really nice.

I was a little ashamed and annoyed just now, that's fine.

But the beauty wouldn't let him get close.

Fu Ling moved a few steps, had to give up, and diligently washed the cabbage spinach, fungus mushrooms, winter melon and lotus root slices, and watched Su Yao recover to normal.

It was getting dark, and it was still in the middle of the afternoon, and it was already dark.

Bamboo leaves are rustling in the courtyard, and the cool breeze is gradually picking up. It seems that the sound of the waves of the mountains and forests in the distance can be heard.

The sound of rumbling thunder faintly pierced the sky, Fu Ling raised his hand and closed the window: "It's going to rain."

Su Yao nodded, and looked around again: "It's almost cleaned up, Mr. Fu isn't hungry yet."

Not really hungry.

I ate all day by the side of the pot.

Su Yao looked at the neatly arranged vegetable meatballs, noodles and mushrooms, and finally realized what was missing: "Shall we make something to drink?"

Fu Ling only said: "There is mung bean soup and watermelon dew. What else does Boss Su want to make?"

How can anyone eat hot pot and drink mung bean soup?

It's a pity that there is no happy water for abandoned houses in this world.

Su Yao thought for a moment, but blinked: "Do you want to drink plum wine?"

His voice was low, and Fu Ling suddenly felt the excitement of doing bad things secretly.

The beauty calls you to sneak around, will you go?

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Okay, the other courtyard has seasonal plum wine, sweet and delicious, Boss Su, try it?"

Su Yao raised the corner of his mouth.

As a cook, it is impossible for him not to drink.

I used to live by myself, and I would occasionally drink a couple of sips.It has been a year and a half since he came in through the book.

Su Yao is not addicted to alcohol, but as a cook, he is very curious and has long wanted to taste ancient wine.

Old Beijing is famous for its plum wine, which is a must-have in almost every household, and one of Fu Ke Lai's signatures is green plum wine.

It is said that the best jar can be sold for a few taels of gold.

Su Yao was extremely greedy.

He didn't drink the wine from Fuke, but he still had a sip of the home brew from Dongshan Bieyuan.

Later in the day, Uncle Wu responded to Fu Ling's order and sent a small pot: "This is just taken out not long ago, and I filled a small pot for you."

Thunder was rolling outside the eaves, the two small pots in front of me were gurgling, the red soup and clear soup were boiling, and the fresh and tender beef and mutton slices were rolling together, emitting a tempting aroma.

Fu Ling held a chopstick for Su Yao and nodded: "Understood. Why do you only take so much?"

Uncle Wu hesitated for a while: "Although Mr. Pei nodded, Boss Su still shouldn't drink too much."

"That's a good word."

Fu Ling smiled, and fished another large piece of beef for Su Yao, "Just drink half a cup and taste the taste, don't drink too much."

Su Yao also understood, so he only poured himself a small half cup.

The clear wine was shaken in the small porcelain cup, revealing a slight sweetness.

Su Yao smiled, and saw Fu Ling pour himself a full glass again.

Uncle Wu pursed his lips for a while, and finally reminded: "My lord, don't drink too much, drinking will hurt your health."

Fu Ling smiled: "I know."

Looking at Uncle Wu again: "It's rare to drink with Boss Su, so don't stop Uncle Wu."

Uncle Wu was silent, so he had no choice but to walk away step by step.

... It's not that I have to stop it, you will go crazy with alcohol when you drink it, young master!

Although you don't remember every time, but I remember!

This person hasn't been abducted yet, so it really doesn't matter!