23 Antique Soup with Clouds
◎You are the first one in Lin'an City to dare to play tricks on me◎
Gudong Soup, also known as hotpot, is said to be named after the "gulp" sound produced when food is put into water.
Historically, the most famous antique soup in the Song Dynasty was the "Boxia Gong" recorded by Lin Hong in "Shan Jia Qing Gong".
In fact, it is fresh rabbit slices. Because the rabbit meat is reddish and looks like moving clouds when picked up, it has this elegant name.
At this time, Boxia Gong is a bit like mutton hotpot, and what you eat is the freshness of the ingredients themselves.
The rabbit meat slices are cut into thin slices, marinated with simple seasonings such as rice wine and sauce, and then put into the pot for boiling.
The base of this soup is not as complicated as the Sichuan hot pot of later generations, and it is even just plain water.
Jiang Qinglan ate a few bites of the blanched meat, which was truly delicious. The rabbit meat was sliced extremely thinly, blanched until tender, and melted in the mouth with just a sip.
But after a few more bites, I felt the taste was a bit monotonous.
If I eat it again, I will feel even more disgusted and just want to eat the sour and salty bean paste fish.
She thought to herself: There is great potential in the hot pot market!
Even if you don't add chili peppers, and only use lamb, chicken bones, mushrooms and other ingredients rich in monosodium glutamate, and add some delicious broth, what can't be delicious?
Moreover, hot pot really saves time and effort.
As long as she makes the pot base and hires a butcher to cut the vegetables, she can be a hands-off boss. Unlike other dishes, she has to stir-fry, fry or deep-fry them one by one.
Thinking of this, she felt happy and felt that the future was bright.
However, hot pot is also a seasonal food and is best eaten in winter.
It was summer now, and even though Fengle Tower was luxurious and filled with huge ice blocks, it was still a bit hot with the charcoal fire burning in front of them.
We’ll talk about running hotpot, soup pot and the like in winter.
After Jiang Qinglan tasted the food, he ordered the waiters to clear the pot and pack the remaining rabbit meat.
The other dishes were also served in exquisite utensils and beautiful presentation, just like those in high-end restaurants in later generations, but the portions were very small.
The two of them usually ate with big mouthfuls, and at the end, only a few vegetables were left.
Jiang Qinglan kept his word and ordered his men to mix the remaining fish bones, fish oil soup and lettuce together and pack it up to take back for the big yellow dog to eat.
But she was soft-hearted after all.
Seeing that the waiter was so respectful, she did not make things difficult for him and even gave him some tips, which only made him blush and turn pale with embarrassment.
…
On the second day, Jiang Qinglan was not in a hurry to set up the stall. He went upstairs to the shop early in the morning to check the shop.
Unlike houses used for personal residence, any house that can be used as a shop faces the street and is therefore more expensive.
Moreover, people who rent or buy shops all want to do business.
This kind of commercial activity did not involve public affairs such as relief, so the Lin'an Prefecture Office did not intervene in the leasing and sale of shops at all.
All shops and stores are privately owned.
Jiang Qinglan walked past several buildings and shops, and finally decided on a small shop under the Eight-Character Bridge in the northern section of Xie Street.
It was an excellent location within her means.
Not only is it close to Dingminfang and Lirenfang, two residential areas, but if you walk out of the diagonal street, you will reach the most prosperous Imperial Street.
Another thing is that Bazi Bridge is not far from Jiangmi Lane and can be reached on foot. This way, the sisters can go out early and come back late without having to hire a carriage.
A shop like this requires six taels of silver per month, but if paid annually, it would only cost seventy taels.
If it was when he first came here, Jiang Qinglan would not even dare to think about it.
Who would have thought that in just a few months, she had become a wealthy woman.
She was secretly delighted again that she had traveled to the prosperous "Song Dynasty" instead of the chaotic times of the Northern and Southern Five Dynasties.
…
Although he had set his eyes on this place, Jiang Qinglan was not in a hurry to pay the deposit. He just said he would take another look and left calmly.
Just as he was about to go out after opening the curtain, a young boy ran in like the wind and bumped into Tuantuan who was walking in front.
"Hey, Hu Zi, slow down!" A middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the door.
Fortunately, Tuantuan was held steady by the elder sister behind him.
She immediately widened her eyes and glared at the man. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the man scratch his head and then bowed.
"Sorry, little sister."
This boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was tall and strong. If it weren't for the youthful look between his eyebrows, Jiang Qinglan would have thought he was a young laborer.
He made that bookish bow again, which seemed a little out of place.
At this time, the curtain was lifted and a woman in plain clothes came in.
Jiang Qinglan's eyes lit up: "Hey, Sister Hui, it's you!"
What a coincidence, this person was none other than Wang Nvqiu - the one who had recruited Jiang Qinglan to work outside Houchao Gate.
It was only after she cooked vegetarian food for a few days in Jianlong Temple that she had a place to eat and live, and earned some money, that she was able to breathe a sigh of relief in her difficult situation.
Later, she went to the Lin'an Prefecture Office to apply for a certificate of marriage and asked Wang Huiniang to be her guarantor.
Speaking of which, Wang Huiniang was indeed a benefactor to her.
However, she has been busy moving, setting up a stall, and now renting a shop these days, and has not been able to express her gratitude properly.
Wang Huiniang was also surprised and delighted: "Madam Jiang!"
He looked her up and down, then nodded and said, "I saw that day that you were truly extraordinary. Now, after only a few months of not seeing you, you're already wearing silk and brocade!"
Such a direct compliment...
Jiang Qinglan blushed a little: "Well, why are you saying that? Is Sister Hui still a whore recently?"
The two walked aside and talked in detail.
It turned out that Wang Huiniang was a widow and it was not easy for her to raise her son Hu Zi alone.
She hoped that her son would pass the imperial examination in the future and bring honor to the family.
Not far from here, there was a Qingping Academy, and she wanted her son to go there. They had previously lived on Wulin North Road, which was too far from the academy, so she wanted to rent a house nearby.
Jiang Qinglan suddenly had an idea: "Sister Hui, have you found a place you like?"
The other person shook his head: "I've just started looking, and I haven't found the right one yet."
Jiang Qinglan looked around.
Fortunately, the business of the shop was good and the dealers were busy with their own affairs, so no one cared that she wanted to cut off their source of income.
She lowered her voice:
"Sister Hui, how about being my neighbor? The house I rent is in Jiangmi Lane, not far from Qingping Academy."
Wang Huiniang was a female merchant who was quite good at judging people.
At the beginning, she felt that Jiang Qinglan had excellent craftsmanship and did not care about Qian Junjun's impersonation. He was a man who could get things done.
She told him her address because she wanted to make friends with him.
However, later on, both of them were busy and neglected to visit each other.
When she heard that we could become neighbors, she clapped her hands with joy and said, "That would be great! We sisters can look after each other."
As they were about to leave, they both looked up to find the two children.
At some point, Hu Zi and Tuan Tuan had forgotten their previous disagreement and started playing together.
Hu Zi was fiddling with a spinning top, making it spin on the ground, while Tuan Tuan was laughing.
…
At this time, the weather was already quite hot.
In the evening, in the Lingquan Courtyard of the Prince of Dongping's Mansion, Xie Linchuan stood by the window, holding a rolled-up book and reading intently in the wind.
Pinglin stepped forward respectfully, holding in his hand a summer delicacy made in the mansion - Ice and Snow Lychee Cream.
Seeing Xie Linchuan like this, he thought:
The prince went to the Lin'an government office, and he was indeed different. He actually started reading a book! If the prince knew about this, wouldn't it be wonderful?
While thinking about it, he brought the litchi paste to the table.
This lychee paste is a traditional summer cold delicacy in Lin'an.
Although it is called lychee, there is actually no lychee. Its raw materials are black plums, cloves and other ingredients.
Add rock sugar to these things and simmer them slowly until they become a paste.
Because of the unique mixture of various foods, this paste actually has a lychee flavor, so it is named "lychee paste".
Not only does it taste soft and delicious, it also has the effect of promoting salivation and quenching thirst, relieving greasiness and relieving annoyance.
If you eat it on weekdays, it is best to eat it directly or add some fruit pieces.
In summer, ice cubes are crushed into smoothie and mixed into the paste to make ice and snow lychee paste.
Ping Linguang held the glass cup in his hand and looked at the cool air coming out of it, and he felt that the heat had disappeared and his lungs were as cold as ice.
Xie Linchuan simply held the glass cup in his hand, letting the cool air relieve some of the heat.
After a long time, he seemed to have figured it out and suddenly laughed.
He threw the book on the table, scooped up the litchi paste with a small silver spoon, and took a sip.
So sweet.
His two handsome eyebrows knitted slightly, and he put down the glass cup again and called Pinglin over: "Go to Zhongwa and buy a few cups of lemonade."
During the days of the competition, Pinglin did not go to the Cuju field and did not know Jiang Qinglan's signature.
At the moment, he was a little confused: "What juice?"
He glanced at the book cover on the desk and saw the three big characters "Wei Liaozi" written in iron and silver strokes.
He shuddered with fear!
Isn't this a military book? The prince has repeatedly ordered that the prince is not allowed to read military books.
Xie Linchuan was in a good mood and patient for once, explaining:
"Lemon juice, sold at Madam Jiang's in Zhongwa."
After receiving the order, Pinglin went to Zhongwa with trepidation, but when he came back, he felt even more uneasy.
"My Lord, Madam Jiang hasn't set up a stall in Zhongwa?"
"Not setting up the stall yet?" Xie Linchuan looked at the fiery red sunset outside.
"Last time you went to invite her, didn't she say that unless it rained or there was a big event like a Cuju match, she would be in Zhongwa the rest of the time?"
In the middle of summer, Pinglin felt like he was sweating.
"Yes...Last time, Madam Jiang said this."
In an instant, the green figure appeared in front of Xie Linchuan in the Xishan Cuju field.
He vaguely remembered that he had drunk some lemon juice in the backstage of Qiyun Society.
Later, I heard that the Flame Team bought the lemon juice recipe from her, while the Qiyun Society bought something called "Magic Water."
After thinking about it carefully, he understood her intention.
The art of war is a matter of deception.
She said the fifty taels were an advance for the next year. He was actually being taken advantage of and had helped her make an advertisement for nothing!
I'm afraid that by now, she has already collected the money and absconded with it!
Xie Linchuan sneered coldly.
You cunning girl! You are the first one in Lin'an City to dare to play tricks on me!
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