It turns out that the power of foodies is great.
Zhao Jun originally just wanted to prepare the ingredients quickly and bring them back to the palace to enjoy.
But when she thought about not being able to eat the bean curd that she wanted, she felt like she was being scratched by a cat.
I was thinking that it was so cold that I might as well give up and do it later, but then I thought of the bean curd skin and tasty old tofu in the hot pot.
No, I can't tolerate it.
So she hardened her heart and waved her hand to direct the kitchen to start moving.
Soak the beans, mash them, filter them and cook with a small amount of water.
Skim off the foam and wait for a while, a layer of skin will form on the surface. Use chopsticks to gently lift it up and set it aside to dry. This is the tofu skin.
If there is no gypsum in the kitchen, use salt instead and wait until the soy milk solidifies into tofu pudding.
Then put it into the square frame and press it.
After a while, the other ingredients were basically prepared. The tofu skin was dried well, but it would be better if it was dried in the sun for a while.
Finally she had someone remove the pressed tofu.
The pressing time was not long enough, so the shape of the tofu was not very good-looking, but fortunately it was just ok for her to eat.
She sniffed it gently and it had the aroma of tofu, but the soybeans had been soaked for too short a time, so there was still a slight smell.
She told Aidu these precautions and asked him to pay attention to them next time he makes it, so that he should be able to make a better one.
She left the subsequent experiments to Aidu. Now she just wanted to quickly take the hard-earned ingredients back to the palace to eat hot pot!
Zhao Jun hurried back, followed by several eunuchs who were helping her carry things.
She quickly rushed back to the palace, where Qingliu was waiting as she had instructed.
Qingliu took the ingredients and instructed the eunuch to place the stove in a small pavilion in a courtyard that had been selected in advance.
Everything is ready, except for the coal, which is not yet burned. The stove is burning wood that has been selected to produce the least smoke.
After sending the young eunuch away, Zhao Jun glanced at Qingliu and planned to officially start cooking the hot pot.
In this kind of first snow weather, sitting in such a courtyard, eating homemade Haimo Lao hot pot.
Zhao Jun couldn't wait any longer.
But just when she had poured the base ingredients into the pot and was about to let Qingliu light the fire.
An accident happened.
"What? You said Ying Zheng asked me to go over there now!"
The King of Zhao was so angry that he shouted out Ying Zheng's name in front of the messenger.
The other party was shocked, but just lowered his head and dared not reply.
Zhao Jun covered his chest and took a few deep breaths.
Don't be angry, don't be angry. Maybe it's an urgent matter.
No, I’m still very angry.
Ying Zheng rarely called her over, and she didn't expect that the rare occasion would be at this time.
She really wanted to hit someone now, but there was nothing she could do.
She looked pitifully at the prepared hot pot.
"It's okay. It hasn't started cooking yet. We'll eat when I get back."
She said to Qingliu, asking her to take care of the hot pot and she would be back soon.
Zhao Jun followed the man and along the way, she secretly swore in her heart that Ying Zheng must have something important to talk to her about.
Otherwise, otherwise...
Otherwise, she would curse his ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, humph!
Zhao Jun came to the front hall in a rage and walked straight in without even looking at Sun Cheng.
She was caught off guard when she saw someone.
Fusu?!
He's back.
She gave him a cursory glance up and down.
The child is darker and thinner, and seems to have grown a little taller.
After a few months, he started to look like a grown-up boy, more stable and resolute.
"Master Zhao, it's been a few months since we last met. Congratulations on your promotion."
Fusu's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. He must have reached the voice change period.
The King of Zhao was happy. Fusu seemed to have become more cheerful this time, no longer as sad as before.
"No, young master, you're joking. It's you who's suffered a lot these past few months."
She walked over and sat down as usual, saying a few words of concern without even looking at Ying Zheng.
"Cough cough." Ying Zheng coughed twice.
Zhao Jun immediately put on a smiling face and went to greet him.
Fusu took a look at their actions and smiled to himself.
"Fusu arrived in Xianyang only yesterday and entered the palace today. I remembered that you two seemed to have a good relationship, so I asked you to come along."
Ying Zheng spoke lightly.
Wait, wait, wait, stop talking nonsense. What do you mean I have a good relationship with Fusu?
Ying Zheng, do you know that this will cause misunderstanding?
I am not much older than Fusu, although I treat him as a younger brother.
But after all, it's the palace, so don't be so ambiguous.
"Haha, no, I've only met the young master a few times, I can't say we have a good relationship."
Zhao Jun said this with gritted teeth, Fusu understood what Zhao Jun meant and smiled.
"I have only met you a few times, and it is mainly because of my father that we are able to speak here again."
Fusu was very well-spoken despite her young age. If it weren't for Ying Zheng, she wouldn't have come here.
"Fusu is back now, is there something wrong at the border?"
The King of Zhao was puzzled. When Fusu was sent out, wasn't it intended that he should gain some experience at the frontier? Why did he come back after only a few months?
"It's okay. It's mainly because the New Year is coming soon and Meng Tian also needs to come back to report on his work. I won't go back until after the New Year."
Ying Zheng answered her questions.
But this gave Zhao Jun a new question: New Year?
Although it is winter and the weather is cold, it should not be the Chinese New Year in December yet.
"Qin State's New Year at the end of October."
Fusu interjected.
Oh yes, yes, it seems that history says that the Qin State did not celebrate the New Year in December.
It’s the end of October, almost half a month away, it will be soon.
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