Story of Yanxi Palace: I will protect the pure white moonlight!

"Ying, Yingluo, what are you doing?"

Wei Qi's eyes were sharp, and he saw that Wei Yingluo was flushing and disposing of a large pot of things, which was the chicken fir fungus that was said by people in the imperial circle to be able to freshen the tongue.

This thing looks like a mushroom, and it can be regarded as a kind of mushroom after all.The taste is not comparable to that of ordinary mushrooms.

It tastes very fresh, and the quantity is very small. The ordinary nobles in the imperial city only have the opportunity to make a tooth-beating sacrifice once or twice a month.

Unexpectedly, there are so many in this small Sixi building.

Seeing that Wei Yingluo "roughly" washed the cleaned collybia fungus, cut off the old roots, tore it into several sections by hand, rinsed them, squeezed them dry and put them in a large bowl.

Wei Qi's eyes were a little hot, and he couldn't help but say: "Sister Yingluo, isn't it best to keep this thing as it is, gently brush off the dust, and use the whole thing to simmer soup?"

For example, the master's favorite black chicken soup with chicken fir and dangshen is a dish often made by the royal chefs.

Hey, she, she, she also oiled.

Is it impossible to braise such fresh mushrooms in soy sauce?

Wei Yingluo raised her eyes and understood the regret on Wei Qi's face. She smiled: "Aunt Hu's family has contracted a mountain, and there are often such fungus in the mountain. I didn't make the chicken fir fungus soup you mentioned. Yes, if you have a chance, you can ask Brother Wei to teach me. But now, I think our porridge is ready, and it is unrealistic to go to the vegetable market to buy old hen stew. And this dish of fried chicken fir My dear, you have taught me before, so just please, I will not let you down."

After that, she put her hand on the top of the oil and felt the temperature of the oil.

There is more oil, and the hot air rushes up from the bottom of the pot.

With warmth in her palm, she quickly flipped in the chicken fir mushrooms and stir-fried. When the water in the pot was almost dry, she pushed away the chicken fir mushroom strips with a wooden spatula, and sprinkled the minced garlic and peppercorns in the middle of the pot. And chili, stir-fry for a while, and the whole kitchen overflows with a choking aroma.

"Brother Wei, help me get three bowls of porridge out first, I'll be ready soon."

I pinched some salt, sprinkled it evenly into the pot, and it was done.

Wei Yingluo narrowed her eyes with a smile, took a taste with chopsticks, hey, the taste is very good.

This dry-stir-fried chicken fir mushroom looks ordinary, but it can greatly maintain the advantages of the chicken fir mushroom.Fresh, salty and delicious, it goes well with porridge.

This was when she was with Rong Yin in her previous life. Rong Yin was unable to eat because of bad legs and low mood.

Rong Yin likes to drink porridge with this in the morning.

Although she can't see Rong Yin now, it is always necessary to pick up these skills early to prepare for the future.

After frying the chicken fir mushrooms, there was still a layer of fragrant mushroom base oil in the pot, Wei Yingluo didn't waste it, and fried a scallion oil egg.

The golden egg liquid mixed with tender green chopped green onion quickly condensed into a sheet at the bottom of the pot. Wei Yingluo quickly stirred it a few times with chopsticks, and the egg liquid condensed into lumps. Add some old Shaoxing wine, sprinkle a little salt flower as usual, and serve.

The congee and side dishes were ready, and before serving them out, Wei Yingluo glanced at the pork lying idle on the chopping board, and had an idea.Brother Wei didn't fulfill her request, and he still provided him with food and drink.He can't mess up the other thing, right?

There was a sly gleam in the starry eyes, Wei Yingluo lifted the curtain and called out softly: "Brother Wei~"

After setting up the chopsticks and sitting upright, Wei Qi who was inhaling the aroma: "..."

What happened to the ominous premonition? ? ?