Chapter 56 When do you plan to tell your uncle? ...

His gaze was so deep and burning that Jiang Yanyi didn't dare look him in the eye and said, "You are a general of Xizhou. If something happens to you, the whole Xizhou will be in chaos."

"Is it just because of this?"

"Of course, you have saved me several times. I can't just watch the sword chop you like this." "What else?" Jiang Yanyi's cheeks were a little hot. She turned her face away and said, "Is it not okay that I am kind-hearted and brave?" Feng Shuo raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to laugh, but he quickly stopped.

There was an itchy feeling in his throat. He covered his lips and coughed twice: "It's hard to hear a word of truth from you." Jiang Yanyi's face became even hotter. The carriage stopped at Feng's house. When Jiang Yanyi got off, Feng Shuo said, "I'll come to the store later to eat braised pig's trotters." Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a while, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with his words. He looked at the blood on his sleeves and remembered, "You go back to the house to see the doctor first, don't go out in the wind, I'll send the pig's trotters to the house after they are stewed." Even though he was injured like this, he still wanted to eat! "That's good." Feng Shuo said. Yang Xiu and Bing Shao followed Jiang Yanyi back to the store. Yang Xiu recalled the hand Feng Shuo gave Jiang Yanyi when he got off the car just now, and the familiar tone between the two. Looking at Jiang Yanyi's back, he frowned, and something flashed in his eyes. Although the store was closed these days, Qiu Kui still had to wipe the dishes and tables every day. Jiang Yanyi told her several times that she didn't need to do this because the store was closed these days, but Qiu Kui was as stubborn as ever, as if these things were her mission to complete every day. When Jiang Yanyi came in from outside, Qiu Kui was putting the freshly wiped bowls into the cabinet. When she saw Jiang Yanyi, she asked in confusion: "Huahua, your face is so red." Jiang Yanyi touched her still hot face and said: "Really? Maybe it's because of the strong wind outside that it turned red." Yang Xiu and Bing Shao entered the room and heard her say this. Yang Xiu glanced at her but said nothing. Jiang Yanyi went into the kitchen and looked around. She found that all the seasonings for braised pork elbow were available, but there was no fresh pork elbow, so she asked Yang Xiu to buy a pork leg from the butcher Ma. When stewing, the flavor is the key, and it is definitely too late to make the soup now. Jiang Yanyi found some dried bamboo shoots and soaked them in warm water. Dried bamboo shoots stewed with bacon was the best dish of Jiang Yanyi's father in his previous life, and it was a must-have on the table during the Chinese New Year. Dried bamboo shoots are more fragrant than fresh bamboo shoots, and the bacon has a mellow taste. Jiang Yanyi couldn't help swallowing her saliva just thinking about the taste. But she didn't have smoked bacon yet, so she could only buy fresh meat at the market. Jiang Yanyi was a regular customer of Ma the butcher. Every time she sent him meat, Ma the butcher always handled it cleaner than selling it to other shops. Despite this, after Yang Xiu bought the elbow back, Jiang Yanyi still carefully checked it to see if there were any pig hairs that had not been shaved clean. If there were any, she would remove them with tongs. After blanching the elbow and other pork leg meat, she cut them into pieces and put them in a clay pot with water to stew. She added ginger, garlic, star anise, fennel, dried tangerine peel and other seasonings to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor. The effect of soaking dried bamboo shoots overnight is best, but there is no time now. Jiang Yanyi waited until the dried bamboo shoots were softened, then cut them into pieces and put them in the pot to cook. Thinking that Yang Xiu and Bing Shao followed him to the Han Mansion for a banquet, and that they were still hungry, Jiang Yanyi asked Qiu Kui to help peel some potatoes and cook rice for six people. Stove-roasted potato rice with braised pork elbows, Jiang Yanyi himself was very fond of it. The method of making potato rice was the same as that of pumpkin rice. First, stir-fry the scallions and ginger with large amounts of oil, then stir-fry the potatoes, add seasonings and stir-fry until they were well-flavored, and then spread the rice on top. When making stove-roasted rice, Jiang Yanyi was always very good at controlling the heat. This time, after the rice at the bottom of the pot made a slight "crackling" sound, Jiang Yanyi asked Qiu Kui to turn off the heat. When the lid of the pot was opened, the rich aroma of rice and the aroma of the golden potato hotpot at the bottom of the pot floated out along with the heat. Jiang Yanyi took a spatula and scooped it up, and the golden potato hotpot at the bottom was turned over. She put in just the right amount of oil, and the hotpot looked golden, but it didn't feel greasy when eaten, because it was cooked with firewood, and the taste seemed to be more fragrant. "Let's get the rice and eat in the store in front." Jiang Yanyi said. Before, they ate by themselves either at the small table next to the kitchen or in the yard outside. But now with the addition of Yang Xiu and Bing Shao, the small table in the kitchen seemed a bit crowded, and it was too cold to eat in the yard outside. Qiu Kui nodded, sniffing hard, as if afraid that the aroma of the food would run away, and diligently picked up the bowl to serve the rice. Jiang Yanyi went to the small stove to look at the pork elbow stewed in the casserole. She covered the lid of the casserole with a wet towel, and immediately a strong aroma of meat and bamboo shoots filled her nose. Jiang Yanyi poked the elbow with chopsticks and found that the chopsticks could pierce into the skin of the elbow with a light touch. The elbow was already stewed to be soft. She nodded with satisfaction: "The elbow can also be taken out of the pot." Jiang Yanyi found a soup pot and put the elbow that was going to be given to Feng Shuo in it first, then put the other pork legs into the soup pot with the meat and soup, put some coriander on it and took it out. Although there were not many dishes in this meal, everyone was full. The more homely the food is, the more delicious it tastes. Jiang Yanyi specially cooked more rice for two people, but the whole pot of potato rice was eaten up. Even the pork elbow soup was poured into the bowls of Yang Xiu and Bing Shao and mixed with the rice. Although both of them rushed to wash the dishes after the meal, Qiu Kui was still not satisfied with these two "waiters". The reason was that they scooped away most of the hot pot she had been thinking about. Jiang Yanyi's resentment towards Qiu Kui was unknown. After the meal, she took the soup bowl to Feng's house to deliver soup. Feng Shuo was in his own yard. When he went out, he wore a black dragon robe, but now he wore a moon-white robe. When Jiang Yanyi approached him, he smelled a smell of medicine on him. It seemed that after returning home, when the doctor was bandaging his arm injury, he found out that he had been exposed to a cold wind, so he gave him a medicinal bath. The dragon was burning in the house. Feng Shuo no longer wore the heavy fox fur coat. His long hair was not tied up, but only tied loosely with a forehead band, revealing his delicate jawline. He sat on a mahogany chair, holding a book in his hand, turning a page from time to time, with a somewhat leisurely posture. "Didn't they say that stewing the pork elbow only takes more than half an hour?" He said without raising his head when he heard the footsteps. Jiang Yanyi opened the lunch box and took out the hot soup bowl. "It only takes half an hour to stew. Doesn't it take time to prepare the ingredients?" Hearing her different tone from before, he raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "You are getting bolder." Jiang Yanyi put the soup bowl in front of him: "How dare I? Eat it while it's hot."

Feng Shuo used his left hand to take a spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup. The aroma of dried bamboo shoots blended into the soup, adding a little flavor to the originally ordinary elbow soup. He said, "It tastes good."

The elbow skin can be torn off with a wooden stick. The skin is covered with tender meat with a perfect balance of fat and lean, with a delicate texture and a full gelatinous texture.

Jiang Yanyi didn't think it was strange to see him holding the soup spoon with his left hand at first, but now he saw that he didn't seem to be uncomfortable holding the chopsticks with his left hand, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Can you use both hands?"

Feng Shuo glanced at her and said, "Normal people can use both hands."

"No, I mean, can you hold chopsticks and write with your left hand?"

Feng Shuo nodded. He used to be left-handed, but later he received more strange looks, so he forced himself to use his right hand.

Jiang Yanyi said with envy, "Amazing."

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and admiration, without any false emotion.

Feng Shuo felt as if something soft touched his chest, and that corner softened. In the past, when he used his left hand, others always looked at him like a monkey, and even laughed at him. This was the only time someone praised him for using his left hand.

There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "What's so great about it?"

"Just like you now, even if your right hand is injured, you can still use your left hand to eat without relying on others." Jiang Yanyi felt that this guy was a bit Versailles. She said, "When copying books, write with both hands. Doesn't it save half the time?"

Thinking back to her student life in her previous life, the memory of the Chinese teacher asking her to copy various ancient poems was still vivid. If she had two hands to write at that time, she wouldn't have sore hands from writing homework.

Feng Shuo looked at Jiang Yanyi. The discrimination and ridicule he suffered because of being left-handed seemed to fade away in his heart. The black haze faded and a ray of warm sunshine shone in.

He held the wooden chopstick and said something in an ambiguous way: "Don't you know that people who are born left-handed have bad luck?"

Jiang Yanyi thought that feudal superstition was really harmful. A left-handed person could come up with so many tricks. She said speechlessly: "Do you believe this?"

Feng Shuo took a sip of the soup. The soup was mellow and fragrant, warming from the throat to the stomach. The coldness in those memories seemed to be driven away by this warmth. He said: "I don't believe it."

Jiang Yanyi saw him drinking the soup and smiled: "Eat more elbow meat, like to make up for the body."

Feng Shuo just picked up the wooden chopstick and paused, then changed a pair of public chopsticks to pick up a piece of elbow meat with skin and meat and fed it to her.

Jiang Yanyi waved her hand: "I had eaten before I came."

No wonder she was so late.

Feng Shuo did not retract his hand, but kept it raised: "You can eat here next time."

As he said that, he pushed the chopsticks to Jiang Yanyi's lips again, "It's a public chopstick."

Although there is a one-month period, Jiang Yanyi himself now doesn't understand what stage they are at.

He used a public chopstick, which was too formal and seemed hypocritical. Jiang Yanyi hesitated for a while, but still ate the piece of elbow meat.

Feng Shuo glanced at her feet and said faintly: "Like cures like, you should eat more."

Jiang Yanyi: "..."

There is no way to talk about this love!

No matter what Feng Shuo said next, Jiang Yanyi ignored him and simply picked up the book he put on the table to read.

But he was reading a military book. Jiang Yanyi felt overwhelmed after reading only two lines, and quickly put the bookmark on it and put it back in its place.

Feng Shuo saw it and said, "There are some books in the bookcase over there. Go take a look and see if you find anything you like."

He collected a lot of rare books in his bookcase, which could not be bought outside even if you spent a lot of money.

Jiang Yanyi didn't know this, and estimated that it would take Feng Shuo a while to finish the soup, so he really got up and went to the bookcase to look for books.

The books on the bookshelf were arranged in rows and rows. Jiang Yanyi found that there were basically no new books. Obviously, these books were not just for display, but people often read them.

Jiang Yanyi searched for a long time and finally found a travelogue of a great poet of the previous dynasty among a book of military strategies and national policies. She flipped through a few pages and found that it talked about the customs and food of various places during the travel. She immediately became interested and took it home, sat cross-legged on the futon by the window and read it with relish

. The daylight shone in from the screen window. She sat cross-legged, with her elbows on the low stool, one hand supporting her cheek, and the index finger of the other hand pressed on the edge of the page in front of her. The fingertips were white and the page was yellow. The contrast between the two had an indescribable taste.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing a beautiful face with a quiet expression. Perhaps she saw something interesting, the corners of her lips curved upwards, and her smiling eyes seemed to be the clear waves on the lake under the spring sun in March.

This is what Feng Shuo saw when he looked up after finishing the soup.

He just looked at the person in front of the window quietly, not willing to make a sound to break the beauty of this moment.

Jiang Yanyi noticed his gaze and turned his head. Before he could retract the smile on his face, he was so bright and charming: "Are you done eating?"

"Yeah." Feng Shuo replied lightly, and suddenly asked: "When are you going to tell your uncle about us?"

"Ah?"

Jiang Yanyi's calm face instantly turned into a frightened face, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.