There are more than 50 kilograms of dried kudzu root powder.
Song Yuehua specially taught Xie Wenwu how to cook.
First dissolve the kudzu starch in cold water. After the water with sugar is boiled, pour the white starch water in. Wait until bubbles appear, then pour in the eggs.
"Did you remember it?" Song Yuehua asked.
Xie Wenwu smelled the sweet smell and swallowed his saliva: "Remember, remember, chef, hurry up and fill the bowl, otherwise it will become mushy if you cook it any longer."
Four people, one bowl each, enjoyed the meal happily.
When the two returned home, Song Yuehua gave the brother and sister 20 kilograms of kudzu root powder, "You have worked hard these past few days. Kudzu root powder can beautify your skin. Give it to your mother as a token of your filial piety."
Xie Wenwu hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it, and said with emotion, "Thank you, Master. I will bring you a chicken tomorrow!"
Song Yuehua, "..."
After all these days, he still hasn't forgotten his white-cut chicken? Is this kid going further and further on the path of being a chef?
Forget it, let him cook two dishes some other day to test his cooking skills, he really has talent...
Alas, she didn't have the face to talk to Xie Quan.
Song Yuehua packed 2 kilograms of the remaining Pueraria powder for Grandma Wang, 2 kilograms for Grandma Jin, and 2 kilograms for Zhou Lizheng, leaving herself with more than 23 kilograms.
When you are lying on the kang in winter, having a bowl of sweet and sticky kudzu root powder is a happy thing just thinking about it.
After finishing this busy period, Song Yuehua is free again.
In the next few days, in addition to setting target-hitting plans for Xie Wenwu, he would occasionally teach him how to cook.
These days, Song Yuehua had good news and bad news.
The good news is that Xie Wenwu has a talent for cooking, the bad news is that Xie Wenwu only has a talent for cooking.
"Wenwu, go back early today and cook a meal for your parents!" Song Yuehua said tiredly.
I hope Xie Quan can understand her hint.
Xie Wenwu didn't think about these things. He just felt that it was time to go back and show off his skills to his family. "Master, do you want to make boiled chicken?"
Song Yuehua said tiredly, "If your family has so many chickens for you to chop, just chop them!"
At night, after finally coaxing the two little kids to sleep, Xiaoyu was still doing needlework.
When I took a closer look, I was surprised to see that it was actually embroidering words, and they were from the Song Dynasty.
Song Yuehua asked, "Whose name is Xiaoyu embroidering?"
"Sister, can you read?"
Song Yuehua was choked up for a moment, stuttered a few words, and finally made up her mind, "Well, there was a scholar who came to the village before and taught me. I can barely recognize a few words."
Xiaoyu said enviously, "That's great, sister can read, Xiaoyu can read too. Oh, by the way, sister, Xiaoyu taught me how to write your name today."
Song Yuehua hummed lightly, then asked, "Xiaoyu, do you want to learn to read? How about I teach you?"
"Um……"
Xiaoyu's joyful expression froze, and she said in embarrassment, "I heard that learning to read costs a lot of money. Sister, I don't need to learn to read. Xiaocao from Second Uncle's family and Niuniu from Uncle Daniu's family are both illiterate."
"What if it doesn't cost money?"
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "I will teach you, and I won't charge tuition. Xiaoyu, do you still want to learn?"
"Learn! Sister, you have to teach me how to write Dabao and Xiaobao's names. Oh, yes, and my own name as well."
Xiaoyu kept talking excitedly.
Song Yuehua supported her face with her hands and looked at the scene in front of her with a happy expression. This is the feeling of loved ones and family.
How can we not support children who want to read and learn to read?
It seems that making money is imminent.
Xie family.
Xie Quan fell into silence as he looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him.
"Dad, try it!"
Xie Wenwu excitedly introduced the names of the dishes, "Boiled chicken, sweet and sour spareribs, mapo tofu, scallion fried eggs, and a mushroom and pork soup."
Xie An, who was standing aside, held his forehead with his hands to hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Xie Feng didn't say anything after he sat down, and no one noticed that his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
"Try it."
Xie Wenwu's mother, Yu, said in a calm voice with a smile on her face.
Xie Quan sighed, picked up the rice, and picked up a fried egg. It tasted really good...
"Xiao Wen, is this what you eat every day outside?" Xie An asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Xie Yu quickly winked at Xie Wenwu.
Unfortunately, Xie Wenwu didn't see it. He smiled and said, "That's right. These are just simple dishes. The dishes made by my master are really unique!"
"The braised pork melts in your mouth, the fragrant and soft pig's trotter soup, the fresh and spicy boiled fish, oh, there is also a squirrel fish, my mother will definitely like it, it's sour and sweet..."
"Thank you Wenwu!"
Xie Quan slammed his chopsticks and asked angrily, "Are you going to a restaurant or to learn archery?"
This unexpected questioning made Xie Wenwu feel a little aggrieved. He lowered his head and muttered, "The chef's cooking is delicious, what can I do? I learned a few dishes and wanted to come back to honor my parents..."
"Eat." Yu said calmly.
Xie Quan picked up the chopsticks and said angrily, "Let's go to the back mountain after dinner!"
After saying that, he reached for the boiled chicken with his chopsticks.
"Dad, this chicken needs to be dipped in sauce"
Xie Quan, "..."
"Hahaha"
Xie An finally couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, big brother. Xiao Wen has this skill. He can open a restaurant in the future and make a fortune. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live a life of wealth and honor? At worst, he can be a cook and have no worries about food and clothing."
"Scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans..." Xie Quan shook his head and said nothing more.
In this dynasty, once one engages in business, one will automatically be demoted to a lowly status and will not be able to take the imperial examinations within three generations. Xie An clearly had a promising future as an official, so how could his future be ruined?
How could Xie An not understand Xie Quan's meaning?
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