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"Not difficult?" Yang Zan seemed to have heard the big joke, and tapped the tip of the waist fan on the palm of his hand twice, which was obviously much stronger than before. He gritted his voice and repeated: "Brother, did you ever Do you hear me clearly? This cake can’t be koi, can’t be 餢飳, can’t be mantou, can’t be Bozhuang, can’t be soup cakes, can’t be pills, can’t be 粔籹honey bait, and can’t be porcupine-eared dogs tongue……"

Yang Zan said "can't" eight times in one breath, and listed nine kinds of cakes in total.

The era of Southern and Northern Dynasties was an era of great integration. Various ethnic groups blended together. Although it was chaotic, it also quickly promoted history. Food rapidly "expanded" in this era, especially "cake food", which was pushed to a new height.

Especially in the Northern Dynasties, the Northern Dynasties liked to eat cakes, but the cakes in Yang Zan's mouth were not pies, pancakes, etc. that modern people think of.At that time, biscuits can be roughly understood as pasta.

Southerners like to eat rice, fish, and fried tea, while northerners prefer to eat cakes, meat, and drink buttermilk.

What Yang Zan mentioned just now is actually fermented pasta; , all of which are called prison pills; 粔籹豹粉粥 is noodle-like fried sweets; porcupine ears and dog tongues are porpoise ears and dog tongues, similar to cat ears and ox tongue cakes.

As for soup cakes, that is, the bowl of "batter paste" made by Yang Zan himself, which is actually similar to noodles or noodle slices today. There was no word for "noodles" at that time, so cakes were used instead. Noodles, noodle slices, Or boiled cakes are called soup cakes.

Yang Zan’s soup cakes were still stuck on the ground, each one was of different sizes and shapes, some were sticky into a lump, and some were rotten into a ball. Leng is not very flowing, almost no fluidity...

Yang Jian lowered his head and stared at the soup cakes on the ground. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he was cooking for the first time when he was a child.Back then when his parents divorced and his mother suffered from bipolar disorder, the little Yang Jian had no one to take care of him. When he was hungry, he could only cook by himself, stepping on a stool and holding the stove. Yang Jian made this for himself for the first time. It's a bowl of noodles.

Thinking about it now, it is similar to this bowl of soup cakes.The soup cakes made by the third brother Yang Zan are better than the noodles made by Yang Jian in the past. Although they are "lingering" and sticky, they are not mushy anyway.At that time, Yang Jian boiled a large pot of water, but for some reason, the water boiled dry, and finally the noodles were mushy, and there were paste residues floating on the noodles. The little Yang Jian was just like that, crying for the noodles and pouring them into his mouth. Sai, he will never forget the taste of the paste...

Yang Zan repeated the "mean" request. He is the Lord Saburo of the Duke of Sui, and he is well-informed. It is absolutely impossible to say that there are cakes in this world that he has never eaten. Yang Zan did it on purpose. Make things difficult for Yang Jian, looking for his bad luck.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zan listed it harshly, but Yang Jian suddenly chuckled.Yang Zan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Yang Jian was laughing at his own skills.Yang Zan was born in a big family. Although he is not the eldest son, he is the third son. His status is equally noble. He does not cook at all on weekdays. He has someone to wait on him. Yang Zan was originally interested in cooking meals. It happened that his favorite Princess Shunyang liked to eat soup. So Yang Zan made soup by himself. It was also the first time making soup cakes, so naturally he was not very handy.

Yang Zan's fair face immediately became slightly hot from the "mocking". He coughed and said, "This biscuit must be cooked by the elder brother himself, and it must not be handed over to others."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and said: "Since Brother Wei has promised to compensate you, he will not pretend to others."

Yang Zan didn't believe it. Normally, the eldest brother is a person who doesn't touch the spring water, so how could he be able to make cakes?Yang Zan thought about it carefully, maybe Yang Jian wanted to fool himself casually, and then asked a few servants to prepare meals to deal with the business.

Yang Zan sneered in his heart, how could you allow him to fool you like this?Then he said: "Even so, please go ahead, elder brother. The younger brothers on the left and right have nothing to do. Go to the dining room with elder brother."

Can Yang Jian still fail to see the little tricks in Yang Zan's mind?Yang Zan looked like a literati, and his face was always high and arrogant, but in fact Yang Zan didn't know that the joy and anger in his heart were not lost at all, they were all placed on the color, Yang Jian could clearly see it at a glance.

Yang Jian said very simply: "Then brother, let's come together."

Yang Guang, the little bun, raised his head, glanced left and right, he was also a little puzzled, his father still cooks?How could he not know?

Everyone entered the dining room together. In this era, "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" is not very important, but the owner of a rich family will never prepare the meals by himself. When the kitchen staff suddenly saw the prince and Lord Sanlang, they were stunned for a while. not come.

Yang Jian walked into the dining room and looked around. As expected of the Duke's mansion, the dining room is huge, and there are not fifty but twenty cooks, and this is only visible in the dining room.Table utensils and utensils are all available, and they are neatly arranged. Because the time is not right now, the cooks are completely free and not too busy.

Yang Jian finally set his eyes on the wooden cleats in the dining room, which are actually like the cutting board or chopping board in modern times.The Muzu was very messy, with a large piece of reconciled noodles lying on it, the dough was crooked, and beside the dough was a piece of dough cake, which was as big as a washbasin, but the thickness was different, and there was a piece of cake stuck beside the dough cake. The knife also had noodles stuck to the blade, and even a noodle was hanging on it.

I want to come to this Muzu and noodles, which are the raw materials for the soup cakes made by the third younger brother Yang Zan just now.There is no noodle making machine these days. If you want to eat "noodles", you have to make noodles by yourself. Yang Zan is also making soup cakes for the first time. I am afraid that he will fail, so he mixed a large piece of noodles and cut them into pieces. Eighth, at any rate, a bowl of finished products was made, and the other noodles were discarded here.

The cook was about to throw away the dough that Lord Saburo had "damaged". When everyone came in, the cook was picking up the dough that was "entangled" with Mu Zu, and he picked up the dough and was about to throw it away.

"Wait a minute." Yang Jian raised his hand to stop Pao Ren.

Yang Jian is the young master of the Duke's Mansion, and in the future he will inherit the title of Duke of the Sui Kingdom. Don't look at Yang Jian's extravagant debauchery, but his words are orders in the Duke's Mansion, and the servant immediately stopped, respectfully Said: "Master Shaolang, you order."

Yang Jian looked at the dough and said, "It's a pity to throw away so many noodles. Let's keep it. It's just what I need for making cakes."

"Yes, Master Young Master." Pao Xin said, what kind of cakes will Master Young Master make?Didn't he come to "disaster" like Lord Saburo?But he didn't dare to say anything, and put the dough down in response.

Yang Jian was also unambiguous. He rolled up his sleeves in a decent manner, pushed the sleeves to his elbows, rolled them up meticulously, exposing his two arms, and then pulled up the wide hem of his clothes, ready to tuck them into his belt for easy handling. meal.

Seeing him roll up his sleeves and his robe, Yang Zan's expression froze suddenly, and he turned his back immediately, his arrogant expression cracked, and he stuttered, saying, "You, what are you doing? ?”

Yang Zan was taken aback, the clothes were luxurious and graceful, the hem was long, and the cuffs were wide, if it was stained with facial oil, wouldn't it be a waste, of course he had to roll it up, could it be that he had to eat like this?

Yang Jian raised his head and saw that Yang Zan was turning his back on his back, and the bases of his ears were a little red. Hooligans"?

Yang Jian said: "Naturally, it's for cooking. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient if the sleeves are so wide."

"This, this way..." Yang Zan's voice was a bit difficult, as if he had realized his gaffe just now, he coughed and turned around slowly.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother...what do you think you want to do as a brother?"

The embarrassing blush on Yang Zan's face hadn't faded yet, and he blushed again, and said in a serious voice, "No, aren't we going to make cakes, quick, quick meal!"

Yang Jian smiled, looking like a gentle and good brother, without saying much, turned around and walked in front of Mu Zu, ready to start cooking.

After Yang Jian's parents divorced, he had to rely on himself to support all his life. When his mother came home occasionally, she would lock Yang Jian in the dark and smelly toilet and force him to eat sweets, crying and vomiting.When his mother was not at home, Yang Jian had to be self-reliant, so he couldn't go hungry, so Yang Jian learned how to cook from a very young age.

Yang Jian's craftsmanship is good. When he grew up, he took over his mother's cake shop and managed the small shop in an orderly manner. Under Yang Jian's hands, the cake shop expanded rapidly and developed into a huge enterprise.

Looking at the leftover noodles, Yang Jian rounded the crooked dough, then flattened the dough and rolled it into a thin noodle cake.

Yang Zan stood with folded arms, seeing Yang Jian's skillful movements, he didn't know whether to be surprised or amazed, he didn't know where to start to criticize.Staring at the thin pancake for a long time, Yang Zan finally found a breakthrough and said, "I said before that this pancake must be thin and strong."

Bo Zhuang is a pancake, Yang Jian's movements were crisp and quick, and he took the time to answer Yang Zan: "It's not Bo Zhuang."

Not thin and strong?Yang Zan didn't believe it, but the next moment, he saw Yang Jian pick up the knife, "da da da" at a very fast speed, with extraordinary agility, and instantly cut the thick and thin into strips, with uniform thickness and distinct roots.

Yang Zan found another breakthrough and said, "Brother, did you want to make soup cakes? You don't want soup cakes either."

Yang Jian said concisely, "It's not soup cakes."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he began to boil the water. After the water in the pot boiled, he put the "noodles" into the pot. Yang Zan turned the grinder beside him, and found a breakthrough for the third time, saying: "Brother still said that this is not a soup cake? It has already been put in." The soup pot, can you put another oil pot in it?"

Unexpectedly, after Yang Zan found fault, Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and smiled, and said, "My brother is really smart and talented."

Yang Zan was taken aback, not knowing whether Yang Jian was praising himself or hurting himself, so he stayed where he was.

Yang Jian had already walked around him, seemed to dislike Yang Zan being in the way, and said, "Brother, stand aside for a while."

Yang Zan let out a blank "Oh", moved away subconsciously, and then thought something was wrong, but when he tried to find fault again, the time had passed, and Yang Jian was busy skillfully, and seemed to have no time to pay attention to his "unreasonable troublemaking" ".

After Yang Jian waited for the noodles to be cooked, he fished out all the uniformly thick, white and regular noodles, put them in a large bowl to soak in cold water, brought another porcelain bowl, and began to prepare the seasoning.

Yang Jian is a "newcomer". Although he is no stranger to cooking meals, he is not familiar with the layout of the dining room and the placement of ingredients. After searching around, he only found some Shenjiao powder.

Shenjiao, also known as prickly ash, has a delicate fragrance and aftertaste. It is one of Yang Jian's favorite spices. He immediately scooped up a little and sprinkled it in the porcelain bowl, and said casually, "Where is the salt?"

Yang Zan was in the dining room just now, and turned the dining room upside down. After the ingredients and condiments were used up, he put them away, and the cooks couldn't find where the salt was for a while.

Yang Zan picked up a small jade fou, "Duo!" he threw it in front of Yang Jian, and said, "Here, Yan."

Yang Jian wanted to thank him, fixed his eyes on the little jade fou, his emotions and anger were usually invisible, and he was used to the calm face of strong wind and waves, as if a stone was thrown into the spring water, countless ripples instantly appeared, and his eyelids twitched slightly staring at Yang Zan.

Yang Zan asked strangely, "What are you looking at? Brother, isn't he looking for salt?"

Yang Jian finally looked away from Yang Zan's face, looked down at Xiaoyu Fou, and said calmly, "Brother, this is Baiyou."

Although Yang Jian was not from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, he could accurately distinguish the difference between salt and sugar. Obviously, the thing in the jade pot was not salt, but glutinous rice, which was the sugar of that era.

Yang Zan's face cracked slowly for the second time, and with the cracking, an embarrassing blush slowly climbed up his face again, staining the roots of his ears red.

"Boom..." Yang Zan felt that he was bumped lightly by something, and when he lowered his head, he saw that it was a clingy little baby who had been hiding behind his elder brother.

Yang Guang, the little bun, squeezed past Yang Zan sideways, holding a porcelain pot that was "big" compared to him with his two little hands. Because of his short stature, he had to stand on tiptoe when he came to Yang Zan's side.Standing on tiptoe, looking up at her white and tender face like a rice cake, she held up the porcelain pot, and said in a childish voice, "Father, salt!"

Yang Zan: "..."

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Literary and martial arts (unreasonable troublemaking) younger brother VS well-behaved and cute (fake cute and fake sweet) buns~

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This article will be updated today!The manuscript box is updated on time at 8:[-] a.m. every day!In the rest of the time, I may edit the text to catch bugs~

PS: This is an article with overhead + history, which contains elements of gourmet food + raising steamed stuffed buns~Father and father suggest that everyone read the article on an empty stomach, the effect is even better~