Become a minister [Ancient and modern]

Jiang Momian came back at just the right time, neither early nor late, 06:30, a very suitable meal time.

Chi Mu'an heard the sound of the key turning in the lock with the tips of his ears, and murmured in his heart that it was not good, it was too late, he quickly threw the handkerchief in his hand into the sink, wiped his hands on his apron, and hurriedly picked up the chicken soup and went out , put it on the table, then turned around, and pushed the mobile kitchen door tightly with lightning speed.

When Jiang Momian came in to change his shoes, he vaguely heard the sound of the kitchen door being pushed, and his red lips curled up slightly, thinking that he might have come back just in time, and Chi Mu'an should have just finished dinner.

She walked into the dining room wearing a thin autumn cotton mop. Chi Muan was standing in front of the dining table, bending slightly, scooping the chicken soup from the big bowl into the small bowl.

Chi Muan knew that Jiang Morean was back a long time ago, and he saw her standing in front of him from the corner of his eye at this time, but Chi Muan was worried about whether his meal was good or not, and a little accident in the kitchen made her feel uncomfortable. Feeling uneasy, my heart fluttered, I could only pretend that I didn't notice anything and continued to scoop up the soup seriously.

"It seems that I came back just in time." Seeing this scene, Jiang Momian was in a good mood, and said leisurely.

Chi Muan looked up with a heart hanging, and the chicken soup was placed in front of her seat: "Miss Jiang, sit down."

"Well, let me see what I've done..." Jiang Momian pulled away the nearest chair, sat down slowly, and glanced at the table.

Spicy Qingjiang fish, braised squab, ginkgo stewed chicken soup, boiled lettuce, stir-fried ginger duck.Chi Muan cooked all the dishes she selected from the menu yesterday.

It seems that Chi Muan is very serious about preparing dinner.

However, why does the Qingjiang fish look different this time from the ones you usually eat?Unlike boiled fish, it is more like a pot of red fish soup. The soup fills the whole cauldron, and the fish head and body are almost invisible in the soup, except for a black tail.

Jiang Momian hesitated for a few seconds with the raised chopsticks, and decided to try this different-looking spicy Qingjiang fish first.

Among her favorite home-cooked dishes, fish should be at the top of the list.

Jiang Momian took off a piece of fish maw based on his feeling in the soup, picked out the long thorns inside, put it into his mouth gently, and chewed carefully.

Just when she was unprepared, an unprecedented experience flooded her mouth like a wave, washing over her taste buds over and over again, bringing waves of devastating shocks.

Jiang Momian's eyes lit up and her pupils dilated - did Chi Muan want to poison her to death?

If he met Chi Muan's nervous and concerned eyes without looking up, Jiang Momian would almost conclude that this was a deliberate prank.

Jiang Momian said silently in her heart: She is not such a person, she is not such a person.It was only then that the blood pressure in my heart was turned upside down.

Then, under Chi Muan's expectant attention, Jiang Momian swallowed with difficulty, her expression remained unchanged, she calmly pointed at the fish with her chopsticks and asked, "How do you do this?"

Chi Mu'an narrated it in detail, and told her the steps of making fish in detail.

Jiang Momian heard her say: "I saw that the color of the soup base was too light, and it didn't seem to be the same as the picture, so I added some vinegar into it."

However, after Chi Mu'an finished speaking, he asked, "Miss Jiang, does it still suit your taste? I...Actually, this is my first time cooking for others. I don't have enough cooking experience. I don't know if you are used to it."

Chi Muan is usually very confident no matter what he does, but this time it is different. Jiang Momian saw the cautiousness on her face and the expectation that could not be hidden in her eyes. While the little flames were jumping and dancing, her thin lips were tightly pressed together, like a chest cavity. Every heart in the room is suspended, waiting for her response.

Jiang Momian suddenly couldn't bear to hit her, picked up his other empty rice bowl, handed it to Chi Muan, and said, "It's not bad. I'm a little hungry, please fill me with a bowl of rice."

Chi Muan quickly took it, pushed the kitchen door open a small crack, and slipped in sideways.

While she was in, Jiang Momian quickly tasted several other dishes on the table one by one. As expected, all kinds of strange flavors spread on her tongue. She tried to control her facial expression and accepted it slowly.

When she took the last sip of chicken soup, Jiang Momian couldn't take it anymore, it was so salty that she almost mistakenly thought that she had taken a sip of sea water, besides, the numbing smell in her mouth was so strong that it rushed to her nose, making all five senses tremble Began to become dizzy due to the torture on the tip of the tongue.

Jiang Momian used a spoon to drain the bottom of the large bowl of chicken soup, and as expected, she fished out a whole spoonful of peppercorns that had settled at the bottom of the bowl. She couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly realized that she was asking for trouble.

Chi Mu'an took out the rice and his eyes were still bright: "Miss Jiang, try other dishes and see how I cook them?"

Ever since Jiang Momian took the first bite of fish, it gave her a lot of confidence.Chi Mu'an thought in his heart, maybe the dishes he cooks now are not as hard to avoid as they used to be.

"it is good."

Jiang Momian responded, but felt troubled in her heart, wondering which dish to choose from so as not to shock her so much.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed in her mind, her eyes fell on the bowl of chicken soup, she picked up the soup and took a big gulp.

Jiang Momian filled a bowl of soup with an expression that was still unfinished, and said with a smile, "I'm curious about how you finished this table of dishes by yourself in the afternoon, please tell me."

Chi Mu'an immediately became interested and extended the topic. As long as Jiang Momian asked her how a dish was made, she would definitely explain the process in detail.

After finishing the three bowls of chicken soup, Jiang Momian's entire mouth was completely numb and lost consciousness. He quietly bit his own tongue, which didn't even feel any pain.

She just started to add vegetables to eat at this time, Chi Muan saw with his own eyes that she was eating with gusto, without hesitation, every bite was chewed carefully with the rice, and he could still ask with a smile, "What's in it?"

This is completely different from the performance of those eunuchs and maidservants who have their mouths closed and their teeth are clenched, unable to speak, with ugly faces and swallowing forcefully.

At this moment, Chi Muan firmly believed that the meal he cooked was not wasted at all.

So she talked with more and more enthusiasm.

"I brushed a layer of salt and monosodium glutamate in the belly of the hen, and put some pepper in it."

"When frying duck meat, I first poured half a pot of oil, so that every piece of meat can be soaked in the oil and get oily gas... Then I put five spoons of salt, three spoons of monosodium glutamate, and three spoons of sugar, and poured in the oil. The duck meat began to change color slowly..."

"It is natural to make braised with high heat and enough ingredients. I sprinkle oil, salt, sweet and sour chili powder on the pigeons, then put them in the steamer and simmer over high heat, and the ingredients slowly burn into the pigeon's meat." inside."

"The recipe says to boil the lettuce in plain water and then add salt to it. I was worried that the taste would not be even, so I added salt to the water, and then boiled it with salt water and low heat."

After Jiang Momian listened to each dish, she probably understood it.

The problem with Chi Mu'an's cooking lies in his ambiguity about the amount of condiments and Lao Ai's self-assertive innovation.

Jiang Moremian had finished his meal, put down the bowl and chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth lightly, and said with a light smile, "I'm full, it's a very unique dinner."

Chi Mu'an has been busy with the introduction, without even moving his chopsticks. At this moment, he has finished speaking, and then he pays attention to the meal he made.

It's not that she wasn't hungry, but she was too concerned about Jiang Momian's evaluation of these dishes and her reaction just now, and she was only thinking about whether the meal was cooked to her liking, so she forgot about other things.

"How does Miss Jiang think of today's dishes? If there is anything I need to improve, feel free to mention it." Chi Muan asked while lifting the chopsticks.

Jiang Moren licked her unconscious palate, and said seriously: "The color and fragrance are good, but the taste is a bit of a fly in the ointment."

When she said this, Chi Mu'an happened to take a bite of pigeon meat and put it in his mouth.

Chi Muan's expression changed, his brows frowned almost instantly, and he hurried to eat another dish, and finally took a sip of soup in disbelief, the crease between the two eyebrows could kill a fly.

Jiang Morean still sat leisurely across from him, Chi Muan frowned for a long time, then slowly put down his chopsticks, and fell on the back of the chair, the corners of his eyes drooped, unable to hide his frustration.

"What's wrong?" She also heard Jiang Momian knowingly ask.

Under the gloomy atmosphere, there was a few seconds of silence at the table.

"I used to let those eunuchs and maidservants taste it. They never told the truth. They were afraid that I would be unhappy and take their heads. Only the royal chef would point to my nose and tell me the truth." See Looking at the dishes on the table, Chi Mu'an said with some anger: "Miss Jiang, actually you don't have to lie to me."

This is actually the real reason why Chi Muan doesn't like cooking, because no matter what she cooks, the little eunuchs will only close their eyes and praise the food, and there is nothing else to say, no one told her What she really felt, all she got was the deception that the servants were afraid of.

I thought Miss Jiang was different from them, but I didn't expect the result to be the same.

Jiang Momian raised her slender eyebrows slightly, tilted her head and asked her, "How did I lie to you?"

Chi Muan glanced at every dish on the table and ate a lot of it: "You..."

"Huh?" Jiang Momian also looked at these dishes, and said without hesitation, "Didn't I say that the color and aroma are good, but the taste is not good enough, how could I lie to you?"

After speaking, he looked at his bowl again: "Also, I am really full from this bowl of rice."

Chi Muan stared at her bowl, which was indeed full of rice, and was speechless for a while, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent for more than ten seconds, then suddenly stood up and began to clear the table.

Jiang Momian also stood up: "I'll help you."

Chi Muan said, "No need."

"Oh, don't you use it there?" Jiang Momian withdrew her hand and looked at the closed kitchen door.

Chi Mu'an's movements froze, as if something he deliberately concealed had been exposed, and his expression became even more distressed and annoyed.

Jiang Momian showed a "predicted" smile, and added: "I guess."

Chi Mu'an had no choice but to push the door open in frustration, and the two went in together, and saw the messy kitchen after the accident.

Looking at the bleak scene in front of him, Jiang Momian, who has been through the kitchen for a long time, probably guessed the situation at that time.The ginger slices and peppercorns in the oil pan were fried once, and they popped out cracklingly, splashing the ground with oil droplets.The water of the chicken soup floated up and washed over the lid of the pot, splashed out and spilled a piece on the stove.The worst thing was the wall, which was blackened by the sudden fire in the oil pan.

None of this was a big deal to Jiang Momian, she immediately turned her attention to Chi Muan, and looked him up and down: "Are you alright while cooking?"

Chi Mu'an put all the pots and pans into the sink, and snorted softly, "These won't hurt me." Jiang Momian felt relieved.

The two quickly cleaned up the kitchen, Chi Mu'an poured the condiments into the small jar that was almost empty, and bowed his head in silence.

Jiang Momian looked at her and smiled, and asked, "Still angry?"

"I didn't." Chi Muan flatly denied it.

"That's good, come here."

Hearing the sound, Chi Mu'an turned around in doubt, and found that Jiang Momian was standing by the stove, pouring the half bowl of diced duck meat that she hadn't used up in the afternoon into the pot, and beckoned to her.

Chi Muan walked over without knowing why, without saying a word.

"Come on." Jiang Momian said, took a step back, and glanced at where he was standing just now.

Chi Muan went there and stood there, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What else do you want me to do?"

"Make dinner for yourself." Jiang Momian put the spatula into her hand. Chi Mu'an was still unresolved and was about to refuse, but his hand was tightly clenched: "Don't worry, I'll teach you."

Turn on the heat, add the bottom ingredients, and stir fry lightly.

Jiang Momian wrapped her waist with the other hand, leaned into her ear and said softly: "Study hard, and I will do it for the second and third time in the future."

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感谢在2020-09-1221:11:49~2020-09-1318:28:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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