I'm a Buddhist foster child

Yang Jian didn't expect Xiao Baozi to be able to tell the difference between salt and glutinous rice at such a young age, he immediately took the porcelain pot from Yang Guang's hand, pinched Xiao Baozi's cheeks, and said, "You're so good, thank you. "

There is an old saying that there is no harm without comparison, and it is not unreasonable for people to be more angry than others. Yang Zan froze in place, and his flushed cheeks were like steamed crabs, getting redder and redder. Hong, I, the number one talented person in Jingzhao, was actually compared to a milk doll?

Yang Jian found the salt and put the seasoning in a small bowl. Looking back, he happened to see something "hidden" in the corner of the stove, so he took it out.

An old, burred wooden jar, covered with dust, is definitely an object that has been discarded all year round. When the lid was lifted, a strong aroma rushed to the face.

The man at the side had sharp eyes and said to Yang Jian: "Young master, this is a spice brought back from the palace. It tastes very strange. The Duke and all the masters don't like this taste, so I discarded it in the kitchen. Here it is."

Logically speaking, the spices brought back from the palace must be rare and stubborn, and should be treasures, but the spices are discarded in the corner like garbage, and the spices next to them are placed in exquisite tableware, only this one In humble wooden jars.

The fragrance of this spice is very strong, once Yang Jian opened the jar, he didn't even need to take a second look, he immediately knew it - cumin!

That's right, the spice in the wooden jar is cumin.

Cumin was widely introduced into China after the Tang Dynasty. Now it is during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, earlier than the Tang Dynasty. Although cumin has not been widely spread, it is actually considered rare and obstinate. It is "imported" to pay tribute to the emperor. up.

Cumin was called resting fennel in the early days. The meaning of resting is not the mourning for the dead, but the Parthian Empire, the famous "ancient resting country" in history.

The aroma of cumin is very special, especially domineering. In this day and age, cumin has not been widely spread, so many people cannot accept the aroma of cumin.In addition, the cooks didn't know much about cumin, and they didn't know how to put it in the dishes, so they put it aside, and it fell to dust over time.

Yang Jian was thinking about how to season his cakes, when he saw cumin, he suddenly had an idea...

Yang Jian added some cumin to the seasoning, stirred all kinds of seasonings evenly, then poured them into the noodles that had been boiled in cold water, and stirred evenly so that every noodle was covered with the seasoning.

So well prepared, Yang Jian actually burned a large pot of oil. Yang Zan was dumbfounded. He was just "sneering and sarcastic". Lower the oil pan.

It wasn't just Yang Zan, the owner of the Sanlang, the Pao Ren also looked dumbfounded, watching Yang Jian put the seasoned cakes into the oil pan with a "stab".

Yang Jian promised his third younger brother Yang Zan that he would give him a portion of fresh cakes, no steamed rice, no glutinous rice cakes, no mantou, no thin soup cakes, no glutinous rice balls, no boiled honey bait , Don't goofy.What kind of cakes can surprise the well-informed Lord Saburo and move his index finger?

That's right - crispy noodles!

What Yang Jian wants to do is this crispy noodle.Don't underestimate crispy noodles. Although crispy noodles are not worth much in modern times, they are the childhood of 90.00% of the nine children. A childhood without crispy noodles is incomplete.It's a pity... Yang Jian didn't have this kind of childhood.

When Yang Jian was a child, no one would buy him crispy noodles.When he was young, he couldn't eat it. When he was older, his parents divorced, and no one bought him a "junk snack" like crispy noodles.Later, Yang Jian grew up, became an adult, learned to be self-reliant, and learned to make a lot of delicacies. Yang Jian especially likes the small garbage of crispy noodles. When everyone eats crispy noodles, it seems to make up for the shortcomings of childhood and block Like the shadows of childhood...

Yang Jianben was a little worried. The cakes and foods in the Southern and Northern Dynasties were indeed well developed. Various ethnic groups were integrated, and the food also reached a climax. However, many condiments were not complete. Although I was sure to make crispy noodles, I didn’t know what flavor to make. .

Just now, he discovered cumin, and cumin and crispy noodles are a perfect match...

The cakes were wrapped in strange spices and condiments, and they were put out of the pan in an instant. Yang Zan looked disdainful, but the next moment, he suddenly smelled an indescribable aroma.

The aroma is very domineering, vaguely like the smell of fennel, but Yang Zan also ate fennel in the past, and the chef mixed the spices into the dishes. Don't want to see anise anise again.

Today is different, the taste of cumin is just right, with the aroma of salty fragrance, it emerges faintly and slowly diffuses in the dining room.

Shao Lang mainly cooks, and the cooks are all disdainful, complaining in their hearts, but the masters are free, making a mess in the dining room, and finally they are the servants to clean up.Besides, what kind of meals will young masters cook?Isn't it just making trouble for nothing, just trying to make something fresh?

Unexpectedly, amidst the disdain and complaints, the chefs also smelled that smell, it was so fresh, even if they had been cooking all their lives, they had never smelled such a smell.

The aroma of fried food stimulates the aroma of cumin. Although fried food is not healthy, it has to be said that the unique aroma of fried food is unmatched by other foods. Coquettish", which makes people love and hate.

Fried on low heat, the crispy noodles came out of the oven quickly. Yang Jian took out the fried crispy noodles, put them in a Chengpan to control the oil, and let them cool down. Then he asked the cook to bring a bag.

The disdain just now disappeared from the man's face, he hastily brought a bag and handed it to Yang Jian, he didn't know what Shao Lang wanted the cloth bag for.

Yang Jian put the crispy noodles that had been cooled and controlled the oil into a bag, and after hearing a few "cracks", he actually smashed the "cakes" he had just made into pieces.

"What are you doing!" Yang Zan rushed to stop him, but it was too late. Seeing the delicious cakes, he fell under Yang Jian's "iron hoof".

Yang Zan smiled, handed the bag to Yang Zan, and said, "Brother, this crispy noodle needs to be crushed, and you can eat it with your hands to get the real taste."

"Grasp...with your hands...?" Yang Zan looked at the biscuits handed over by Yang Jian, and a steady stream of fragrance came out from the bag, seducing Yang Zan's taste buds, and said that he would never do anything with his index finger. However, Yang Zan really wanted to taste the deliciousness of this crispy noodle.

Of course...

Grab the food with your hands?

Yang Zan is not a savage, but the Lord of the Sui Kingdom, how could he do such a despicable thing?Yang Zan was always arrogant and elegant, and would never grab food with his hands. He immediately frowned, thinking that Yang Jian was trying to play tricks on himself, so he said, "I don't eat!"

Yang Zan lost his temper suddenly, and Yang Guang, the little bun, stood aside for a long time, smelling the delicious smell of cakes all the time.In his whole life, Yang Guang has been the young master of the Duke's family, the Shangzhu Kingdom, the prince, and the prince, and finally ascended to the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Lord. The whole world once belonged to Yang Guang, what? Haven't seen it, what haven't you eaten?But he has never eaten such cakes as crispy noodles.

Yang Guang suddenly turned into a milky little bun, and was taken away by kidnappers. His belly was already unbearably hungry, and his big cat-like eyes blinked. Since Yang Zan didn't eat, he was doing himself a favor.

Right now, he is just a milk doll, and he doesn't need to care about face. Immediately, the little bun Yang Guang stood on tiptoe, grabbed Yang Jian's robe, and said softly, "Father, I'm hungry! Belly Hungry! Wochu Wochu!"

Only then did Yang Jian realize that yes, he was so busy paying for his third younger brother's cakes that he almost forgot about his cheap son, and bathed his son, but before he could let his son have a bite to eat, he bent down and handed the cloth bag to him. To Xiao Baozi.

Yang Guang, the little bun, had been starving for a long time. Immediately, his white and tender hands reached into the cloth bag, grabbed a handful of crispy noodles, stuffed them into his mouth, and began to chew.

The dry crispy noodles are crispy and crisp, not hard at all, even though Xiao Baozi is still young, but eating the dry crispy noodles is not at all ambiguous. Much, both cheeks bulged, as if a kitten had turned into a hamster.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Seeing that he was eating fiercely, Yang Jian was afraid that he was starving, so he said, "Eat slowly, there is still one piece."

As Yang Jian said, he put the second piece of crispy noodles into the cloth bag and handed it to Xiao Baozi as well.Unexpectedly, a "Cheng Yaojin" came out halfway, and suddenly "snatched" another bag of crispy noodles. Looking up, it turned out to be Yang Zan.

Yang Zan is a typical type of holding hands and retreating. Yang Jian was the first to give him food. Yang Zan refused to eat because of his face. Now that the little buns were delicious, Yang Zan felt a little regretful. Another bag of crispy noodles was snatched away.

Yang Zan opened the bag, glanced hesitantly at the crumbled biscuits in the bag, cleaned his hands with a handkerchief, was very careful, then reached into the bag, and squeezed out a small piece of crispy dough.He hesitated a little, like swallowing poison, slowly put the scum of crispy noodles into his mouth, and uttered his words in a dignified manner.

"Crack..."

The aroma of cumin, crispy fried, and salty aroma are completely different from the taste and texture of other cakes.One bite, it was obviously a cake, and there was no piece of meat in it from the beginning to the end, but Yang Zan actually ate an indescribable "sensual desire".

Yang Zan was taken aback, looked down at the cloth bag in his hand in disbelief, then squeezed out another piece of crispy noodles and put it in his mouth, chewed twice, and squeezed a piece of crispy noodles for the third time, this time slightly A little bigger, and put it in the mouth again.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Zan's eyes shone slightly, as if he was a child who discovered a delicious snack, and the movement of grabbing crispy noodles and putting them into his mouth obviously became faster, from seeing death at home to almost becoming a woodpecker.

Seeing the two "children", one big and one small eating deliciously, Yang Jian said with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Yang Zan didn't even think about it, with the crispy noodles still in his mouth, he said vaguely, "Okay..." Delicious!

Before he could say the second word, Yang Zan met Yang Jian's gentle and smiling gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. It happened that there was still a piece of crispy noodle on his lips, and it slowly fell off following Yang Zan's stiff movements. down.

Yang Zan quickly wiped his mouth, coughed, and said, "Shang, Shangke..."

Yang Jian said clearly: "Of course the third brother thinks it's delicious, then this cake will be regarded as compensation for my brother."

Yang Zan said emphatically: "Brother got it wrong, my younger brother said it's okay, not good food!"

Yang Jian smiled again, facing Yang Zan's duplicity, he just smiled back, and Yang Zan suddenly had the illusion that he was making trouble for no reason.

Yang Jian said: "If the third brother wants to give cakes and food to others, he might as well make this crispy noodle. He is not afraid to keep it cold, and fried food is also cheap to store. Soup cakes are good, but they are not easy to store when they are ready. , have been sticking together for a long time, and the taste will also deteriorate.”

When Yang Zan heard it, it really made sense. Princess Shunyang likes cakes. The crispy noodles are very fresh, and they are also cakes. They are much fresher than soup cakes. It would be great if I could give Princess Shunyang some crispy noodles. .

Yang Zan felt a little restless in his heart. He peeked at Yang Jian several times, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a low voice, "Brother, can you... can you teach me how to eat cakes?"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and said: "The taste is just passable, and it doesn't help me to think about it."

Yang Zan bit his lower lip, lowered his head, wished he could rest his chin on his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "...good, good food."

Yang Jian deliberately said: "Third brother, what are you talking about, the eldest brother can't hear clearly."

Yang Zan's ears were red, and he looked like a broken pot. He raised his head and said in a voice like a bell: "My younger brother said that the cakes made by the elder brother are delicious! I have never eaten such delicious cakes!" The voice, I'm afraid people outside the Duke's Mansion can hear it clearly.

As soon as Yang Zan raised his head, he met Yang Guang, the little bun, who looked at him with disgust like an idiot.

With an "understanding" smile on Yang Jian's face, he said, "It's just a piece of crispy noodles. My brother praises it so loudly, I'm sorry for my brother."

Yang Zan: "..."

Before Yang Zan became angry, Yang Jian returned to the subject and said: "My brother wants to learn how to make cakes, there is nothing wrong with it. I can teach you for my brother."

"Really?" Yang Zan's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had forgotten that he was teased by Yang Jian just now, and he didn't hold grudges very much.

Yang Jian nodded and said: "Of course it is true, but... there is a condition for my brother."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, hooked his slender index finger lightly, and signaled Yang Zan to come over. Although Yang Zan was a little hesitant, he always felt that there was a flash of light in Yang Jian's eyes, as if he was calculating something, but he was still slow. Move over slowly.

Yang Jian's breath was warm, like a delicate and luxurious wine glass on an earcup, gently brushing against Yang Zan's ear, slightly itchy.He heard Yang Jian's voice lowered with a smile, a little mysterious, and said softly: "You only need to be a brother and a brother... to be in the same boat."

Yang Zan opened his eyes wide, with a confused look on his face: "Same...same...?"

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