Chapter 119 Don’t Eat What Other Boys Have Eaten
The four of them sat down around the low table in the small hall. Nan Xuan saw that they hadn't moved from their seats at all and said with a smile, "Eat, don't be polite."
"There's an old saying about douzhi, fried dough sticks, and pickled mustard greens. It means that douzhi needs to be paired with thinly shredded pickled mustard greens and then crispy fried dough sticks. None of these three can be missing."
Baoya is a foodie. After listening to him, she couldn't wait to pick up the fried dough stick and took a bite, and then started eating it with soy milk and spicy pickled vegetable shreds.
If you drink douzhi alone, it is sour, smelly and unpalatable. But when it is paired with crispy dough sticks and pickled vegetable shreds doused in chili oil, it instantly combines the five flavors of sour, smelly, salty, spicy and fragrant.
It feels like five flavors exploding in the mouth at the same time, stimulating the taste buds.
Nan Xuan originally wanted to see Baoya frowning because she was not used to the food, but the little girl ate it with great relish.
While eating, she stretched out her little hand towards him: "Master, bean juice with fried dough sticks is so delicious, give me another bowl!"
Nan Xuan:......
He silently took the bowl and filled it with soy milk.
When he came back, he saw Yun Chenglu grimacing while eating, seemingly in great pain.
He placed the bowl filled with soybean juice in front of him and said with a smile: "Silly boy, it's not delicious?"
Yun Chenglu was actually not used to the taste at all. He knew that douzhi was sour and smelly, but seeing Baoya eating it so happily just now, he became curious and took a bite of the fried dough stick, and ate it with douzhi and spicy pickled vegetable shreds.
The result is sour, spicy and smelly.
He wanted to spit it out directly, but Nan Xuan came back with the bowl and asked him with a smile if it tasted bad.
Yun Chenglu's face turned green. He was afraid that he would spit it out in front of Nan Xuan and say it was not tasty, which would make him unhappy, so he forced himself to swallow it.
Then he forced an ugly smile and said, "Haha, it's... delicious, but it tastes weird."
"Oh," Nan Xuan pretended not to notice, "Since you like it, then eat up all your portion. Don't waste food."
Yun Chenglu: ...
Is it too late for him to say it doesn’t taste good now?
Nan Xuan had finished his breakfast, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and went out. Before leaving, he smiled and said to the three people, "Take your time to eat, there's no rush. I'll go prepare the things you'll need later."
As soon as he left, Yun Chenglu's face suddenly fell.
Baoya drank two large bowls of soy milk with fried dough sticks, took the handkerchief handed to her by Jingzhen and wiped her mouth. Only then did she realize that her second brother's expression seemed a little strange.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
Yun Chenglu was drinking soy milk in great pain. Upon hearing this, he raised his twisted face and looked at Baoya: "Nothing, just... I can't eat anymore."
Baoya thought that he was full because he had eaten breakfast at home in the morning.
So she naturally stretched out her little hand and said, "Otherwise, I'll eat it all for my second brother."
Baoya had a big appetite, Yun Chenglu knew that, and when he heard her say that, his face lit up: "Okay!"
His sister is really his little savior!
As he said that, he pushed the bowl towards Baoya.
However, after just a few pushes, the bowl and plate were blocked by a hand.
Yun Chenglu raised his head and Jingzhen looked at him with a stern face.
"What's wrong?" Yun Chenglu was confused.
"You can leave some if you can't finish it," Jing Zhen said.
"But...just now, Brother Nan told me to finish eating."
"He did it on purpose. He knew you couldn't get used to the taste, so he wanted to see you finish it with a sad face."
He had experienced this kind of thing before. The first time he ate soy milk with fried dough sticks, he spit it out immediately. As a result, Nan Xuan forced him to finish it with bad intentions, and this was his breakfast for several days in a row.
Later he got used to it and found that it wasn't that bad after all.
But he had to admit that he didn't like Nan Xuan's bad taste at all.
"Oh." Yun Chenglu nodded. "That scared me. I was afraid that if I couldn't finish it, he would be angry."
"No," Jingzhen said, then went to pull Baoya's hand, "He just likes to play tricks on people. He has a bit of a bad temper, but he's a very good person."
"Let's go and see what he's doing."
"Okay." Yun Chenglu responded and rushed out impatiently.
Nan Xuan asked him to bring a slingshot last time, probably because he was planning to teach him Kung Fu, otherwise why would he let him bring a slingshot?!
Jingzhen was walking behind with Baoya by her hand. The little girl was reluctant to leave the uneaten soy milk and fried dough sticks on the table, and kept looking back.
Jing Zhen was somewhat helpless: "If you still want to eat, I'll get you a new one."
"But second brother only ate one or two bites of his portion, so the rest would be wasted." Baoya blinked.
"You are a girl." Jing Zhen said.
Baoya nodded: "Yeah."
"Girls are not allowed to eat what other boys have eaten."
"But Yun Chenglu is my second brother, not any other boy." Baoya was very puzzled.
Jing Zhen: ...
"That won't work either. It's not good, remember?"
"Oh," Xiao Baoya nodded, not quite understanding, "I'll remember it."
The two were talking in the back and arrived at the back mountain a little later than Yun Chenglu.
When the two arrived, they saw Nan Xuan and Yun Chenglu standing under a hawthorn tree.
"See this hawthorn tree?" Nan Xuan asked, "You want to show off your strength? Use your slingshot to knock down the hawthorns from the tree one by one, but don't damage the fruits."
"From now on, by the time you return home, if you have harvested hawthorns from three trees, you will have passed the test."
"Really?!" Yun Chenglu was so happy that he almost jumped up.
Nan Xuan nodded: "I am an adult, how can I lie to you?"
"Adults?" Yun Chenglu was confused.
"Oh, that's what the adults meant."
After making arrangements with Yun Chenglu, Nan Xuan waved to Baoya and Jingzhen: "It's your turn now."
"Master, you say!" Baoya looked up at him with a happy face. Master was going to teach her how to make fried dough sticks!
"Well, let's put it this way. I'll teach the little girl how to make fried dough sticks first, and you, brat, can continue practicing archery. When we're done, I'll teach you two together."
"Okay!" Baoya blinked her starry eyes.
"Yeah." Jingzhen said reluctantly. He wanted to watch along. It was so interesting to see the silly little girl learning things.
Seeing that both of them agreed, Nan Xuan led Bao Ya into the small kitchen.
In fact, the method of making fried dough sticks is a bit similar to that of fried dough sticks, but the actual preparation is more particular than that of fried dough sticks.
"These doughnuts are also called 'little oil ghosts'. They are as small as bracelets and fried to a crispy, fragrant crisp. The famous poet Su Dongpo once wrote a poem about them: 'Slender hands rub them into a jade-like color, and green oil fries them into a tender, deep yellow. At night, spring sleep knows its weight, and flattens the gold wrapped around the beautiful woman's arm."
Nan Xuan was kneading the dough while explaining it to Baoya.
The little girl's eyes sparkled like grapes: "Wow, it turns out there's so much to learn about cooking!"
She read and listened attentively, but she had no idea what Dongpo was or what the arm-wrapped gold was.
I just know that there are celebrities who write poems for Jiaoquaner, which is amazing!
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