[Qing Chuan] The Empress Dowager Raising Cubs Daily

Caishikou Shengjiang Alley.

Unlike the bustling streets, the people living here are ordinary people.As the sun sets and the sky gets darker, except for a few households that lit candles for their children to study, the rest of the houses are locked and dark. Go to bed early and rest, so you can save money on candles.

Soon, the alley became quiet.

Apart from the sporadic barking of dogs, there are even rare sights of people.

At this moment, a burst of horseshoes broke the tranquility of the past.

Several civilian households lit candles and walked to the door in twos and threes to look around.Just looking at the scene outside, they were so frightened that they backed up again and again, at most poking out their eyes to take a peek.

There are a lot of officials coming from outside!

The leader was even a guard in a yellow mandarin jacket, sitting on a tall horse, Nunu chin motioned for the officer to knock on the door.

Two officials rushed forward, and they knocked hard on the door of a house deep in the alley: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Not long after, the door creaked open.

The old man who poked his head out was still rubbing his eyes, and he was shocked by the posture outside without saying a word.His knees softened and he knelt on the ground, frightened and begging for mercy: "Officer, official! The little one is a good citizen!"

The official servants hurled away, revealing the guards behind them.

Guard Tong Guowei looked at the old man condescendingly, and asked solemnly: "Are you selling bean juice outside Zhengyang Gate during the day? Is the Yang family bean juice your stall?"

The old man's begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

He replied in surprise, and soon wept again: "Caomin uses real materials, and there is absolutely no fake thing!"

Tong Guowei nodded: "That's good!"

He tilted his head and told the people around him: "Go in and organize your things quickly, and leave immediately!"

Old man Yang's crying stopped again.

He looked at the officials with a blank face, and let out a soft ah.

The officer helped up old man Yang.

He patted old man Yang enviously: "Old man, you might be lucky!"

"Hey?"

"Don't be dazed, hurry up and prepare something."

"Prepare something?"

"The nobles want to try soybean juice, tell me what you want to use, hurry up and get it!"

Old man Yang was dumbfounded: "The nobleman wants to drink the soybean juice I made...?"

He had been selling soybean juice all his life, and he never thought that his own soybean juice could be sold to nobles, but his knees were weak from fright, and he was dragged into the house by the officials.

Their conversation is not light.

The neighbors who came out to check around also heard most of it. When they saw old man Yang’s stalls being dragged onto donkey carts and followed the team of officials going farther and farther, the whole alley was in an uproar, and the people talked a lot. I don't know how many families lit candles all night long.

"Hey, have you heard? Even nobles like to drink Yang's soybean juice!"

"It is said that the bean juice from old man Yang's house is what the nobleman misses so much!"

"I heard that the emperor loved to drink Yang family bean juice since he was a child, and called people to come out to buy it every day!"

"I heard that the emperor loves soybean juice the most. If I don't drink it for a day, I will get a bad headache!"

"I heard that soybean juice is very effective in refreshing and nourishing the brain. Don't you believe it? Sigh! Even the emperor likes to drink it!"

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Rumors spread quickly, and as for the center of discussion, old man Yang entered the most noble place in the world with a dazed expression.

The snacks that were originally placed in the reeds have been removed.

Although the rest of the people didn't need to intervene, they were quite curious about the bean juice, which had the same material as mung bean soup, but was identified by Xiao Fujin Dong E as a terrifying and terrifying existence, and chattered about the possibility of this thing's existence.

After the little eunuch reported that he had found the owner of the most famous bean juice shop in the capital, the discussion reached its peak.

Fuquan was a little restless.

Little Fujin Dong E's looked at his son with a smile that was not a smile, and the branches of laughter trembled: "It's too late to regret it now!"

Fuquan's neck twitched: "My son will not regret it."

Qiqige took a sip of milk tea, said yes on the face, but muttered in her heart: Wait until the soybean juice comes, you can say this again.

Old man Yang entered the dining room.

The imperial chef, palace servants and guards all stared at him, so that old man Yang's movements became a little stiff.

He looked at everyone tremblingly, and introduced the things he took out one by one: "This is the bean juice that has been fermented two days in advance. This is the bean dregs left over from filtering the bean juice. It can be made into mochi tofu, and the taste is also unique. .”

The imperial chefs looked at the motofu curiously.

Old man Yang also specially explained a few sentences: "The ingredients must be mustard, green beans and leeks, which is the most authentic. We can only use some vegetable oil. If we fry it with some authentic sheep oil during the Chinese New Year, this dish can be eaten. Three bowls of rice!"

The imperial cooks twisted a little bit, but decided to stay and try it.

Seeing that what he said had aroused the curiosity of the royal chefs, Old Man Yang became more and more proud: "Mung bean juice can be drunk, bean dregs can be used for cooking, and the paste made from it can also be used to make vermicelli!"

"This pot of mung beans can really not be wasted at all."

"That's right, that's right, poor people can't waste it!" Old Man Yang replied cheerfully.Touching his own pot, he regained his energy and started to stew the soup neatly.

Raw soybean juice is prepared in advance.

Just boil a pot of hot water first, then pour in raw soybean juice, wait for the soybean juice to gradually rise, and when it is about to overflow the pot, change to a low heat to keep warm, and the soybean juice is considered complete.

In addition, Mr. Yang served some pickled cucumbers, eight-treasure vegetables, dried radishes, and some deep-fried charred rings. Even the side dishes were complete.

The guard looked at this thing as if facing a formidable enemy.

He had also heard of soybean juice, but he had tasted it...he hadn't tasted it.It smells a little sour, and to put it bluntly, it smells like the soles of shoes worn on a hot day.

"Is this really edible?" Tong Guowei frowned.

"Officer, of course you can eat it! It's just that this bean juice is not something everyone can accept after drinking it for the first time. Once you get used to it, you will fall in love with the taste after drinking it for a long time."

Old man Yang nodded repeatedly.

He made a gesture with pride on his face: "Relying on the bean juice, Caomin can feed the whole family of six!"

In short, good business!

Tong Guowei was relieved a little bit, and he turned his head and said to the eunuch beside him, "Then father-in-law... would you like to try it first?"

Be careful when sending it to the emperor.

The eunuch swallowed his saliva, picked up the green bean juice and took a big gulp.

Then his face turned green.

The little eunuch let go of his hand, and the bowl fell to the ground with a snap.

Bean juice splashed everywhere.

Tong Guowei's face tightened, and his hand had already landed on the handle of the knife.

Old man Yang trembled with fear.

Fortunately, the little eunuch didn't really faint. He propped his hands on the table, his face turned blue, white, red, and purple, and he wanted to vomit but had to swallow it.

It took a long time for the little eunuch to recover.

He looked at old man Yang as if he was looking at a warrior: "This thing...is it really drinkable?"

Old man Yang felt wronged.

He murmured softly, "Didn't you drink it too?"

The eunuch looked at him expressionlessly.

He turned to Tong Guowei and said, "Master Tong, don't take this thing up, right? After you take it up, I'm afraid the slave won't be able to keep his head!"

Tong Guowei: ...

Thinking about the little eunuch's reaction just now, he really became a little worried.

However, old man Yang was still muttering beside him: "I said it all, some people like soybean juice, some people don't like it! Especially at the beginning, why don't you try it again? Maybe you can get used to it next time."

The little eunuch took two steps back with frightened eyes.

Tong Guowei looked at old man Yang, then at the little eunuch, and he simply called a few more people in to have a taste.

Of course he was among them.

Everyone didn't dare to drink it when they saw it. Tong Guowei had no choice but to taste it himself.

It shouldn't be as outrageous as the eunuch said, right?

Tong Guowei thought for a while, then took a sip.

The moment of the entrance, the guard realized that he had made a mistake.

From the moment he saw the eunuch's expression, he should have understood the problem, and he should let others drink and see for himself.

Sour, like the smell of stinky feet rushed forward.

The colleague next to him was still curious: "What is the smell?"

Tong Guowei was silent.

It took almost all of his strength to force himself to swallow the thing.He wiped his mouth pretending to be calm, and nodded: "...the taste is not bad."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's almost like soy milk, it smells strange and tastes good."

Little eunuch: ... ... This is nonsense!

The others didn't know, they picked up their bowls and drank in one gulp.

The faces of two of them turned blue.

What surprised everyone was the last person, the guard opened his eyes slightly, and sighed in surprise: "It's delicious?"

Everyone: …………? ? ?

Their eyes were full of concern: It's over, this kid must be drunk!

The point is, there are people outside at this moment.

Liang Jiugong lifted the curtain: "Why hasn't it been served yet? The emperor is urging me!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Old man Yang happily agreed, filled the bowl with soy milk, put it on a tray and handed it to the little eunuch.

There are dozens of bowls in a pot of soybean juice.

Old man Yang thought happily, if any nobleman likes it, wouldn't he fly to the branch?

But don't think about it.

In case any nobleman is annoyed, his head has to say goodbye to his neck.

A large tray of soybean juice was sent to the center of the courtyard.

The concubines, Princess Elder Brother, and companions all gathered around, looking curiously at the light green bean juice in front of them.

"The color is really nice!"

"Look, it's no different from soy milk?"

"It's thicker than soy milk, right? The color is gray and dark, and it always feels a bit strange."

"...No, don't you smell the sour smell?"

"No? It smells good!"

Soon everyone was divided.

Some people just faintly gag when they smell it, others think it smells a little sour, and still others are totally fine.

Little Fujin Dong E looked at Fuquan: "Drink."

Fuquan is actually a little guilty, but now that he has come to this point, it doesn't mean that he can turn back.He swallowed his saliva, took a step forward, and then picked up the bean juice: "...uh."

It smells so weird.

Fuquan's hands froze in place, feeling a little regretful.

Bo Weng E Fujin was very interested.

She sniffed and sniffed, then took a sip.At first, it was sour and astringent, but the astringency faded away quickly, leaving behind a sour and sour taste, how should I say it?It's not delicious, but it has nothing to do with bad drinking.

Bo Weng E Fujin took another sip.

She smacked her lips, and even chose some pickles to taste together: "Oh! It's delicious, very exciting?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Fuquan, who was originally terrified, immediately calmed down. If Bo Weng's mother and concubine can drink, then of course he is fine!He picked up the bowl and took a sip, and drank it all in one gulp!

A strong sour taste rushed forward.

Fuquan's eyes were wide open, and he felt a blur in front of his eyes. The strong sour smell made him think he was surrounded by a vat of vinegar... No!It was put in the vinegar whose sour and rancid smell exploded after the expiration date... Fuquan's body shook and he almost fainted on the spot!

This thing-

Don't say it's delicious, it doesn't even matter if you can drink it?

Fuquan pupil earthquake.

Little Fujin Dong Eshi, who hadn't seen Fuquan's reaction for a long time, was relieved, she turned around and complained: "The concubine just said..."

Before he finished speaking, Dong E's son's voice sounded in his ear.

Fuquan exclaimed: "Really, it's as delicious as what you said!"

Little Fujin Dong E's eyes widened in shock.

She turned around with some disbelief, and looked at Fuquan in shock.Immediately, Dong E's doubts arose again: "Wait, you didn't mean to say it was delicious, did you?"

Fuquan tilted his head in surprise.

He drank the remaining bean juice in one gulp: "Huh?"

It seems that it really doesn't matter!

First there was Bo Weng'e Fujin, and then there was Fuquan. The concubine, Princess Elder Brother and companions in the yard also became commotion.

Even Xiao Fujin Dong Eshi began to doubt himself.

Could it be that it has been too long in favor of memory errors, otherwise how could there be such a big difference between the tastes of my son and myself?

Only Qiqige noticed Fuquan's small movements.

His hand was pinching his thigh hard, and seeing how hard he was using it made him feel a little unbearable... No wonder!

Qiqige coughed: "Fuquan, stop pretending, if you pinch again, your thighs will be swollen tomorrow!"

The people who were still a little bit excited suddenly burst into an uproar.

Little Fujin Dong Eshi was furious, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward and teach Fuquan a lesson.Just after taking two steps, Fuquan spat out all the bean juice with a wow.

Everyone retreated half a step in unison.

They glared at Bo Weng E Fujin again, but she was still in a daze.

Bo Weng E Fujin had already finished a bowl.

Seeing how she is enjoying it, she has a lot of plans to have another bowl.

It seems... I really like it?

Fuquan rubbed his stomach, frowning: "Bowengmu Concubine, stop pretending!"

Bo Weng E Fujin became more and more puzzled: "I didn't pretend?"

Fuquan froze, and looked up in disbelief: "Then you... really think it's delicious?"