Compared to the head manager's arrogance, the master chef was quite approachable.
Jiang Sheng paused slightly and extended a friendly gesture to him, "My aunt uses it to stew pork belly, ribs, and sometimes chicken. It's especially delicious when served with thin pancakes."
Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've had this.
The little girl drooled with longing.
The head manager next to him grew increasingly impatient and contemptuous. "What kind of disgraceful way of eating is this? Youranju is a place of luxury and refinement. How can you ruin your reputation with such cheap ingredients?"
In response, the waiter brought over a plate of exquisite dishes, the presentation of which was simply amazing, and the taste was also quite good.
Unfortunately, it just didn't have that irresistible aroma of the meat my aunt used to stew.
Jiang Sheng shook her head and stopped talking. She looked at the head chef sincerely and said, "This batch of dried green beans is sold out. If you want some, you can come and try them when Auntie makes them."
After saying that, she waved and left.
The head manager was still saying something disdainfully behind her, but it was none of her business anymore.
Stepping out of Youranju, the overly clever waiter from before was standing at the door, bowing and calling out, "Take care, sir."
Jiang Sheng turned her head, and the two looked at each other.
One admired the waiter's agility, while the other stared at the little girl's eyes and brows, lost in thought.
Before long, Wang Xiaosong brought the carriage over, and Jiang Sheng obediently sat on the carriage shaft and left gracefully.
It was getting late.
All the pastries at Jiuzhenfang were sold out. Zhang Xianglian returned to the second courtyard ahead of time and was chopping vegetables and cooking. She also had to call Jiang San, Jiang Si and Changyan to help from time to time.
The three teenagers, one tending the fire, one scrubbing the pot, and one peeling garlic, made for quite a lively scene.
Jiang Sheng finally returned. Chang Yan put down the clean, smooth garlic cloves and asked with a smile, "Did you sell the dried green beans?"
Jiang Sheng shook her head.
Not only did You Ran Ju refuse to buy it, but she also went to three other dried goods stores, and no one would take it.
"They don't want it because they're unlucky," Changyan comforted her. "They just don't know how delicious dried green beans are. Once they do, they'll be scrambling for them, but they won't be left!"
Jiang Sheng gave a wronged "hmm".
She wasn't upset about being locked up in Youranju by mistake, she wasn't upset about the head manager's contempt, and she wasn't upset about the lack of customers for her green beans. But her brother's words of comfort made her feel wronged.
This is probably what it means to be loved and cared for; only then can one dare to act pitiful and spoiled.
Jiang Sheng in the past would never have dared to imagine such a thing.
Changyan reached out to pat his sister's shoulder to comfort her, but suddenly there was a noise at the door. It turned out that Wen Zhiyun had brought Xiaozhu back from the clinic.
These days of non-stop work have exhausted Wen Xiaosi. She finally managed to close the museum early so that the siblings Wang Xiaozhu and Wang Xiaosong could have time to catch up.
As soon as I got home, I saw my younger sister with red eyes and my fifth brother with his arms outstretched.
"Jiang Sheng." Wen Zhiyun rushed forward anxiously, only to have the heavy medicine box thrown to the ground without warning. "What happened? Did Xiao Wu bully you?"
Chang Yan, standing to the side, looked completely innocent, his five fingers clenching weakly in mid-air, as if wondering who could prove his innocence.
"No, Fourth Brother." Jiang Sheng smiled through her tears. "No one bullied me."
Wen Zhiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around seriously. "No matter who bullies you, you have to tell Fourth Brother, understand?"
After opening his clinic and becoming a doctor, Fourth Brother's spirits soared, and he even spoke with more confidence.
Jiang Sheng nodded happily, pleased that she had a brother who loved her and that her fourth brother was in such good spirits.
"I'm going to tell my aunt that I want to have chicken stew with green beans for dinner." She fluttered off to the kitchen like a little butterfly.
Wen Zhiyun then remembered the small medicine box she had thrown on the ground and quickly picked it up with a pained expression.
Suddenly, Changyan grabbed his sleeve, looking aggrieved. "Fourth Brother, you wronged me just now..."
The two brothers in front were pulling each other to the limit.
As soon as Jiang Sheng made his request, Zhang Xianglian agreed without hesitation, changing the chicken that was originally planned to be stir-fried into stew, and also soaking a large handful of dried green beans, plus a sufficient amount of vermicelli.
The dough needs to be prepared in advance and soaked in cold water to make it thin and chewy enough.
With Jiang San and Jiang Si also busy working, although the two martial arts experts ended up covered in dust and dirt, at least dinner was cooked.
Zhang Xianglian, carrying an iron basin in one hand and a spatula in the other, called out, "Children, dinner's ready!"
Go back in, take out the pancakes, and take out the stewed chicken.
Not long after.
The siblings Wang Xiaozhu and Wang Xiaosong, wiping away their tears, came over and offered bowls and dishes, and straightened the table and chairs.
Jiang Sheng also flew over like a little butterfly, fluttering and agile.
Finally, there are the two brothers, Wen Zhiyun and Changyan.
Chang Yan still looked aggrieved, while Wen Zhiyun's expression was one of guilt and helplessness. On the way here, he kept promising, "Little Fifth, Fourth Brother was really wrong. I will never misunderstand you again. I believe you will not bully your sister."
Chang Yan nodded, looking aggrieved.
Wen Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief. When they got to the dinner table, she didn't forget to pull out the long chair for her fifth brother, so she didn't see the triumphant smile on his face.
"Ah, Fifth Brother, you're not angry, you're doing it on purpose..." Jiang Sheng saw this and was about to speak when a piece of chicken leg was stuffed into her mouth.
I chewed it, and it smelled really good.
What was I going to say? I've suddenly forgotten.
Tender chicken is stir-fried to create a rich and fragrant broth, chewy dried cowpeas are stewed to the perfect chewiness, translucent glass noodles are soaked in broth, and thin yet resilient pancakes are half soaked in broth and half baked over high heat until crispy.
Aunt Zhang's stews are always piping hot and delicious.
Jiang Sheng couldn't wait to grab the bowl and chopsticks, pick up a mouthful of vermicelli and red beans, then pick up a thin pancake, soak it in the soup, and take a bite. Wow, the taste, the satisfaction!
at the same time.
A middle-aged man with a full face, a slightly round belly, and an appearance that exuded a down-to-earth charm walked into the alleyway, asking questions and trying to make sense of things.
"Do you know which courtyard is rented out? Yes, it's rented to a few children. The oldest is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest is around ten years old, a girl."
He finally found out and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat helpless.
The girl only knew to invite him to try the dried green beans, but she didn't know to leave a specific address. He's been asking around all this time and his head is throbbing.
Fortunately, we managed to find out.
The middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the second courtyard, checked the door one last time, and was about to raise his hand when a strange fragrance wafted into his nose.
Like stir-fried chicken—a stir-fried chicken with a rich, savory sauce and plenty of broth.
The cooking time was excellent, and the broth was reduced to just the right consistency. I just don't know if it's salty enough, what other ingredients were added, or if the pancakes the girl mentioned were included.
The chef's mouth watered more and more, and finally he couldn't help but raise his hand and knock on the door knocker three times.
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