Through the otherworldly peerless

Wushuang cracked five more eggs in a row, and the six orange-red egg yolks squeezed into the bottom of the bowl, like a flower.

Wushuang pulled out the chopsticks and began to break them up with the bowl. B was stunned to see the eggs and egg liquid dissolved together and turned into a bowl of viscous liquid.

After all, before that, all they ate were boiled eggs!

B looked at the movements of Wu's hands, felt novelty, and couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, can, let me try?"

"Of course." Wushuang handed him the bowl and chopsticks, "Be careful, don't spill it."

"Oh, yes, Your Highness."

"No, B, this is too light, let's put more emphasis on it."

"Yes, is that so? Your Highness?"

"Right, that is it."

B beat eggs for the first time, and within 2 minutes of beating, he actually beat the sweat out of his palms.

C on the side didn't have the guts of B, but he was obviously also interested in beating eggs. He didn't dare to get too close, so he stood far away and stood on tiptoe to watch the movements of B's ​​hands. Wushuang found out that although the egg was already fine But he didn't let B stop, and gave C a seat without any trace, so that he could look more carefully.

Wushuang walked to the side of the pot, the water in the pot was heated, and the temperature was just right without burning your hands. Wushuang used the hot water to brush the pot carefully. Iron pots are not as clean as non-stick pots. You can cook in a while It is easy to burn when it is used, and the pot has been used for a long time, and there will be black sediment standing on the pot, which must be cleaned.

It's just that he just swiped twice on his side, and let You Jiuxi take the cooking pan from his hand to help Wushuang clean the pot.

Obviously, You Jiuba didn't know these things, so he didn't take the thing from his hand until he saw Wushuang swiping it twice, and followed Wushuang's actions to do it. He lowered his eyes and acted seriously: "Yes Is that so?"

Wushuang squatted beside him, looked at You Jiubai's side face with his cheeks on his hands, and replied with a fanciful expression: "It's so beautiful!"

"?" You Jiudiao turned to look at him suspiciously, and saw Wushuang's pair of phoenix eyes shining straight at him. You Jiudrill enjoyed Wushuang's admiration very much, and immediately smiled charmingly, and leaned over while no one was paying attention. A quick kiss on Wushuang's lips!

Wushuang's eyes widened in an instant, looked left and right, saw that no one had noticed, covered her lips and looked at You Jiudrill, smiling like a cat that stole the fish.

This man was really confused by the beauty and lost his mind. He was the one who was kissed, but he looked like he was taking advantage of it. Not half of his face was covered, but he still couldn't hide the stealthy look on his face. happy expression.

After brushing, Wushuang added hot water into the pot again. B had already dispelled his curiosity about beating eggs. Seeing that Wushuang was busy with work, he jumped over and said, "Your Highness, is there any new work?"

Wu Shuang saw that he was full of interest, and teased: "Y, I don't think you should be my valet, you should be a cook!"

B jumped up in an instant: "No! Your Highness!! B don't be a butcher, B will always be your most caring servant!"

Wushuang: "I was just joking..."

B: "Your Highness!!"

"Well, it's my fault," Wushuang sighed, really don't understand why B is so obsessed with his job, "you put the chicken into the pot first."

B: "Yes, Your Highness."

B poured the chicken into pieces, Wushuang stood by and watched, seeing that it was almost ready, he said, "Okay, scoop it up, pour the water out, and pour the chicken in."

"Understood, Your Highness!"

According to Wushuang's instructions, B poured out the filtered blood in the pot. When the chicken was processed in the kitchen before, the internal treatment was not very good. After B cut it open, there was still blood. Just rest assured.

After cleaning the pot again, Wushuang asked B to pour the chicken down, let him watch carefully, and stir fry it from time to time, so as not to stick to the pot, there is no way, there is no sesame oil, otherwise, after adding some sesame oil in the pot, the moisture in the chicken will be absorbed faster. After that, the chicken skin will go beyond the oil stains by itself, and it will not stick to the pan so easily.

Wushuang let B stare at him, and went to get a handful of beans from C himself.

"Have the beans been washed?" Wushuang deliberately asked Bing to talk, but the beans were actually wet, so they must have been washed.

According to Wushuang's instructions, Bingzheng picked the bulbs from the heads of the scallions, and put the slender heads of the scallions in the bamboo basket. After the bulbs were picked off, the bulbs were white and tender like crescent moons, and put them into the vegetable pot alone.

Hearing Wushuang's question, he nodded hastily.

Wushuang: "No wonder it looks much cleaner, there is no sand or stone at all. It's a pity, C."

The beans were not clean, they were always mixed with sand and stones, anyway, they were meant to be eaten by servants, and no cook would bother to pick them.

That's why Wushuang specifically told C just now that when washing the beans, he must pick out the sand and stones. C squatted there and picked them one by one for a long time. Praise people again.

I don't know if it's because he feels good about himself, but Wushuang felt that when he was close to C just now, at least he didn't seem as stiff as before.

Wushuang couldn't help feeling proud: Sure enough, what Grandpa said was right!Complimenting each other is the best way to bring strangers closer!

"B, lift the lid of the pot."

"Okay, Your Highness."

When B opened the lid of the pot, Wushuang poured all the beans in his hand into it. Seeing B, he was startled again and opened his mouth: "Your Highness..."

Wu Bilateral put salt into the pot, and said to B, "Don't talk! Fry your food!"

After B stir-fried the chicken and beans, Wushuang scooped up half a scoop of water with a melon ladle and poured five or six scoops of rice wine down. It is similar to rice wine, and Wushuang just treats it as rice wine.

Wushuang put the lid on the pot at last, and said to You Jiuba under the stove: "The fire can not be too big."

You Jiuba put the firewood that was really going to be thrown in aside again.

After all, seasoning is limited, so Wushuang can only use it as much as possible. What's more, as his grandfather said, cooking is sometimes based on feelings. The dishes on the recipes were originally thought up by people. Of course they can too.

Rice wine boiled chicken is a Hakka folk dish. Wushuang’s grandfather once ate it. His grandfather thought it tasted good, but the old man’s taste was light and felt a bit greasy. After returning home, he came up with a recipe, which was to add soybeans to it. Then dry the soup and let the soybeans fully absorb it, so that the taste is not so greasy, and the stewed soybeans have the aroma of chicken juice, which is also extremely delicious.

Wu Shuang has never made it in his previous life, but he saw his grandfather made it twice, so I remember some steps. This dish is almost done here. Just wait for 10, [-] minutes, and then it will be out of the pot!

Having nothing to do, Wushuang brought the sour juice over. He hadn't seen this before, so he unscrewed the lid and took a sip. It was sour, salty, and tasted a bit astringent. Wushuang thought the problem might be that there was no sugar added. If you put sugar, it will definitely not taste like this.

But people at this time didn't know how to make caramel, or they didn't have any candy to eat at all. Wushuang felt that he had to look for honey if he had a chance. In the warm spring season, honey must not be difficult to find.

Wu Shuang saw that there were some plums that had changed color under the sour juice jar, so he took the chopsticks over, picked one out, looked at it, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

very sour!

It was much more sour than sour juice, not only sour, but also had a bit of bitter taste, Wushuang shivered directly from the sourness.

"Your Highness, that's not edible," Yi turned around and saw Wushuang eating the sour plums in the sour juice, and hurriedly said, "The plums soaked in sour juice are too sour and bitter, throw them to the pigs, and the pigs won't eat them, you can eat them." Stop eating!"

Wushuang glared at B: Are you comparing him with a pig? !

B thought that Wushuang's look meant that he was talking too much, so he muttered aggrievedly: "It's true, pigs really don't eat."

Wushuang was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, but the taste in his mouth didn't seem so bitter now, and he gradually returned to the sweetness, but he didn't have the courage to finish this one, it was too sour. After that, the teeth are probably going to be sour.

But it's not good to just throw it away, right?It's shameful to waste. Wushuang either didn't eat the boiled white meat before. If he ate it, he would definitely finish what he had eaten, and he would never waste food.

Just when he didn't know what to do with the sour plum, You Jiuba stood up, took his hand, just the chopsticks in his hand, and ate the sour plum just like that.

Wushuang was startled, looked at You Jiuba and asked, "Isn't it sour? If it doesn't work, just spit it out, be careful that it will hurt your stomach after a while."

You Jiuba chewed twice and said, "Sweet."

"Really?" Before Wu Shuang finished speaking, Yi was surprised. He looked at Meizi, and then at You Jiuba.

You Jiuba said with a calm expression on his face, "Really."

B was a little disbelieving, and stared at You Jiubai for a while, seeing that You Jiubai did not show a trace of sour expression, B looked at Wushuang again, Wushuang blinked at him innocently.

B thought for a while, and took a plum from the sour juice jar, put it under his nose and smelled it, then raised his head and asked Wushuang: "Your Highness, is it really sweet?"

Wushuang: "Well, it was a little sour at first, but after that, it felt sweet in my mouth."

B is still a little hesitant: "Is it really sweet? Is it as sweet as honey?"

Wushuang: "Almost."

B struggled for a while, but decided to give it a try. He opened his mouth, ready to take a bite and taste it like Wushuang did. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Wushuang took the sour plum off his chopsticks and stuffed it whole. into B's mouth.

B was immediately turned upside down by the sour hairs, and his whole body was shocked like a click, and he was about to spit it out. Wu Shuang laughed and warned: "Don't spit it out, B, don't waste food!"

B pursed his lips, his sour face and facial features shifted.

Wushuang smiled heartlessly: "Hahahaha! How about it, now you know whether it is sweet or sour? Hmph! Make you greedy! Hahahahaha!"