Chapter 13 Big Stuffed Wontons A mistake began: I recognized the wrong person...
She leaned forward to salute, lowering her eyebrows and only saw that the man was wearing a pair of black satin boots embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. The material of the hem was smooth and shiny. Just looking at the texture, you can tell that it is expensive. The intricate dark patterns on it glowed faintly under the light.
"Is the stove still open at this time in Huotouying?"
Jiang Yanyi heard the other party ask.
The tone was low and cold, as if a north wind in the ice and snow had cut a hole in the heart, making people feel endless cold.
Jiang Yanyi couldn't tell whether he was blaming or simply asking, but the other party came to find her at this time, so he must know about the private stove and it is impossible for him to hide it.
She said with a stiff face, "Yes, I wonder what the military advisor would like to eat?"
She lowered her head and did not see that the other party frowned slightly when she heard her call him "military advisor" again.
After a long silence, Jiang Yanyi heard the cold voice again: "A bowl of wontons."
She was as if she had been pardoned, and hurriedly said, "Please sit for a while, the wontons will be here soon."
Jiang Yanyi was worried that he would punish her for opening a private kitchen, and because of the other party's overwhelming aura, she felt a little breathless just standing here. In a short while, her back was already covered with cold sweat. After finally
getting his words, Jiang Yanyi immediately got up and went back to the barracks to make wontons. When she turned around, her eyes inadvertently swept over the military advisor, and her heart skipped a beat.
This strategist is so... beautiful!
Yes, beautiful!
For the first time in his life, Jiang Yanyi thought of using "beautiful" to describe a man, but this kind of beauty was accompanied by a sharp and piercing coldness, like frost and snow on the tip of a sword.
The wind blew, and the wind lantern hanging at the door of the barracks was swaying, casting a hazy yellow light.
He just stood in that ball of light, his eyes slightly raised, the loose hair in front of his forehead fell a little, his expression was cold and casual, and the dark patterns embroidered with dark red and red gold double threads on his black robe gleamed faintly under the light, reserved and cold.
Before he could look over, Jiang Yanyi retracted her gaze, quickly covered her throbbing heart, and went into the barracks.
How nice it would be if she could put it back on now, so that she can have the face to be the male protagonist in novels in the future!
Feng Shuo looked at the curtain still swaying in front of the tent and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He hated other people looking at his appearance, but this little cook was very quick-witted and alert like a rabbit.
He found a table at random, walked over, lifted his coat and sat down. Several firemen on duty came forward to serve with restrained hands and feet, and their hands shook so much when they poured tea that some drops spilled.
They secretly sighed that there were indeed many hidden dragons and crouching tigers around the general, and the demeanor of a military advisor was no less than that of a king or a general. Suddenly, they didn't know that the person sitting at this small table was none other than their general.
Feng Shuo learned from the doctor that the recipe he got was written nonsense. After asking the chef in the mansion to verify it, he was furious. He
originally wanted to tie up the chef who dared to fool him when he returned to the barracks late at night, but the ride to the Xizhou camp calmed him down.
The chef of the Huotou Camp definitely didn't have the courage to fool him. Maybe there was another mystery behind this.
On the way, he saw several soldiers from the Xizhou camp carrying food back to the camp. They mentioned the Huotou Camp's private stove and so on. Thinking that he had just taken over the Xizhou camp and had not had time to control the food of the soldiers, he decided to stop by and take a look.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived here, several soldiers called him "Military Advisor" as soon as they saw him.
No one in Huotouying had seen him before, so it was not surprising that they did not recognize him.
But how could they mistake him for Chi Qing?
Feng Shuo simply did not correct them, and planned to ask Chi Qing about this matter later.
He looked at Huotouying calmly with a cold gaze.
It is really improper to open a private stove in the army.
From tomorrow on, all the people in Huotouying must be replaced!
He was thinking about it, when the curtain in front of the barracks gate was lifted again.
The little cook who had just entered came out with a plate of caramel-colored sugar-roasted chestnuts and put the plate on the table: "The wonton skin and fillings have to be made on the spot. You can eat some sugar-roasted chestnuts first."
Yan Ji bowed again and left. She
has a pretty face and graceful manners.
Feng Shuo looked at her from behind and fell into deep thought. Such a well-behaved manner could only be taught by a wealthy family. How come she is working as a cook in the military camp here?
He lowered his eyes to look at the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts in front of him. The chestnut shells were shiny and some had burst open, revealing the golden flesh inside, which was very tempting. The air was filled with a sweet smell.
Feng Shuo finally did not touch the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts. He did not like to eat these little things that only women liked. It was troublesome to peel the shells, and he could not taste anything.
In the barracks, Jiang Yanyi was busy kneading dough.
In ancient times, if you wanted to eat dumplings or wontons, you had to make everything yourself, from the skin to the filling, because no one sold dumpling skins or wonton skins in that era.
She pressed the dough that was almost kneaded, covered it with a layer of white cloth and let the dough rise for a while.
It is said that wontons are eaten for their skin and dumplings for their fillings. If wontons are to be made delicious, the wonton skin is the key, so the dough must be kneaded soft.
While the dough was rising, he found a piece of pork that was 30% fat and 70% lean, chopped it into the filling, mixed a little minced ginger into it, and in order to blend the taste, he chopped some green vegetables, beat an egg to increase the viscosity, added salt to taste, and finally poured in sesame oil and stirred evenly to lock the moisture in the filling.
After everything was done and the dough was almost cooked, Jiang Yanyi rolled the soft dough into long strips, cut it into small sections with a knife, then rolled it with a rolling pin, and a thin wonton wrapper was ready.
Okra was stunned and exclaimed that it was magical.
Jiang Yanyi twisted a piece of wonton wrapper and started to wrap stuffing inside. He smiled and said, "If you want to learn, I will teach you another day."
Okra nodded vigorously, with a look of eagerness on his face.
Jiang Yanyi wrapped the wontons very quickly, basically scooping out a spoonful of meat and squeezing them with his fingers.
The wrapped wontons are so bulging that they almost burst the thin skin, which is so silly.
In the past few days, Jiang Yanjian realized that people in the military camp generally had large appetites. She was afraid that the military advisor would not be full, so she specially made a meal for two people.
When the water in the pot was about to boil, she put the wontons into the pot.
As the old saying goes, "open the pot to cook the filling, close the pot to cook the skin." Jiang Yanyi waited until the wonton in the pot was all over, then covered the pot and quickly turned off the fire for the okra.
There was still some soup left from the previous cooking. She had wanted to save it for cooking noodles for the generals tomorrow morning, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.
Seasoning was added to the large bowl, and the soup was poured on it. The wontons were put in and a handful of chopped green onions were sprinkled on. The smell alone made people feel that it was so delicious that it could make their tongues fall off.
The edge of the bowl was too hot, so Jiang Yanyi used a towel to cushion it and put it on a tray before sending it outside.
Seeing that the plate of sugar-roasted chestnuts was untouched, she secretly raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this military advisor did not like sweets, or he thought that peeling chestnuts to eat would damage his image?
With the experience of sending sugar-roasted chestnuts before, Jiang Yanyi could see that this military advisor was not a person who liked others to be noisy, so when serving wontons this time, he just buried his head and did his own thing quietly, without saying a word.
Feng Shuo half-closed his eyes and watched the cook setting the dishes and chopsticks. The night made his eyes look darker. The hand in his sight was very beautiful, with five slender, white and tender fingers, soft and boneless.
Moving his eyes upwards, it was a wrist half exposed outside the sleeve, as white as frost. Because it was too thin, the light blue veins could be seen on it.
"Military Advisor, please have some wontons."
A soft, respectful and distant voice reached his eardrums, bringing Feng Shuo back to his senses.
He raised his eyes and his casual gaze fell on the simple and beautiful face. He paused on the scar on her forehead for a few seconds, and his eyes became deeper.