"Well, instead of letting him hide in the dark and spy on us, we might as well keep an eye on him. We can also have an idea of his every move." Feng Jiuyan nodded and told his mother what was in his mind.
Hearing this, Madam Feng nodded repeatedly, "You are right. It is indeed more reassuring to keep it under my own eyes."
After the mother and daughter finished talking, they walked back to the others. Madam Feng looked at Yan Ci, bowed, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yan, thank you for your concern."
"Madam, you are so polite. This is what I should do." Yan Ci looked sincere and respectfully returned a salute to Madam Feng.
Not far from those people, Qiao Ping was processing the fish he had just caught, but when he saw Yan Ci suddenly appear, he paused in the action of killing the fish.
He stood there expressionlessly, his eyes inconspicuously on Yan Ci, actually observing him secretly. Qiao Ping's eyes were focused and persistent, following Yan Ci's figure closely, staring at him without blinking, as if he wanted to take in every subtle movement of his.
Yan Ci was very alert. He felt a vague gaze on him, so he followed the gaze and looked accurately in the direction of Qiao Ping.
Qiao Ping reacted quickly as well. He immediately lowered his head to cover up and continued cleaning the fish in his hands as if nothing had happened.
Feng Jiuyan naturally noticed the two people's little movements out of the corner of her eye, but she remained silent and said nothing.
In the silence, Zhang Chong held his stomach and said pitifully, "Oh my, the meal is almost ready, Chef Feng, you have to start cooking quickly. If you don't cook for lunch, I'm afraid we'll have to leave and continue our journey!"
His face was full of anxiety. He had been waiting for this meal with Miss Feng for a long time. If he didn't eat the dishes cooked by Miss Feng, he would really die of hunger!
Feng Jiuyan glanced at him and scolded him with a smile, "How come I didn't know you were so greedy? Come, come and light the fire and cook."
"Okay!" Zhang Chong walked over happily, squatted down, moved some burning firewood from the cooking stove into another stove, and soon the fire started.
She planned to cook a dish of boiled beef, which was the dish Zhang Chong ordered.
Pour an appropriate amount of water into the pot, and after the water boils, pour various side dishes into the pot and cook them, then take them out and put them in a large ceramic bowl for later use. Then, Feng Jiuyan poured oil into the pot, and after the oil was hot, poured in the spices and fried them until fragrant.
Then she took out a small clay pot from the donkey cart.
The jar is filled with her homemade hot pot soup base. In order not to arouse suspicion, she put the hot pot soup base directly into the jar after making it. When she wants to eat it, she can just scoop a few spoonfuls with a spoon, which is very convenient.
Zhang Chong, who was burning the fire, came over and stared at the small pottery jar in Feng Jiuyan's hand. He pointed and asked curiously, "Miss Feng, what is this?"
Song Ning, who was helping Feng Jiuyan at the side, was also staring at the small pottery jar in her hand with a look of curiosity.
Feng Jiuyan smiled and said, "This is the base for hot pot. It's spicy and appetizing. It's the best to use it to make boiled beef. I guarantee you'll want to eat more after you've tasted it!"
At the end of the conversation, Feng Jiuyan's face was full of pride.
This is the beef hotpot base that she made according to the recipe in her space when she had nothing to do.
"Hot pot base? What is this? I've never heard of it!" Zhang Chong licked his lips, drooling just by hearing the name.
"Yes, Sister Feng, what is the hot pot base?" Song Ning blinked and asked curiously.
Feng Jiuyan blinked her fox eyes and smiled mysteriously, "This is an ancestral recipe that cannot be passed on to others."
Zhang Chong was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't know that the Zhenbei General's Mansion also had a recipe with ancestral formula!
Feng Jiuyan looked at Song Ning, "A Ning, please go get a spoon."
"Oh, oh, okay." Song Ning ran to the dining table and came back after a while. She handed the spoon to Feng Jiuyan and smiled sweetly, "Sister Feng, this is for you."
Feng Jiuyan took the spoon, scooped a few spoonfuls from the clay pot and put them into the hot pot.
“Sizzle~~”
Hot pot base melts when exposed to heat.
Suddenly, an overbearing spicy aroma floated in the air, which made everyone present, whether they were officials or prisoners, swallow their saliva.
"Hmm, it smells good! What delicious food is the Feng family making?"
"Well, I don't know. But this is the first time I've smelled such a sweet fragrance."
"It smells so good, I can't imagine how good it will taste!"
"Forget about it. No matter how delicious it is, we can't eat it!"
The prisoners and the officers couldn't help but glance at the pot in front of Feng Jiuyan, and their feet couldn't help but move in their direction.
Their expressions varied; some were jealous, some were envious, and some were... numb.
The overbearing spicy aroma attracted Madam Feng, Zhang Xiaowu, Feng Jiuli, and Song Chen. They gathered around the stove, staring at the pot.
Feng Jiuyan turned a deaf ear to him and focused on the work at hand.
Pour an appropriate amount of water into the pot. After the water boils, pour the marinated beef into the pot. After blanching for a dozen seconds, scoop it all into a large porcelain bowl with side dishes.
Finally, sprinkle some coriander, chili, and toasted sesame seeds, and pour hot oil on top.
Instantly, all the fragrance was stimulated.
"Hmm, it smells so good!" Feng Jiuli swallowed hard and stared at the pot of boiled beef without blinking.
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