Chapter 205 Diligent
Yang Yingxu's craftsmanship is much better than Tang Mingli, who changed his career late.
An expert can tell whether someone is good or not just by looking at the way he holds the kitchen knife. You can tell that he is definitely good at the job.
Tang Mingli went to get a few eggs and a piece of dried intestines, and also took out a bowl of pickled cabbage dumplings.
Yang Yingxu was just worrying about not having a chance to show off his talent. When he saw him offering the food, he immediately took it and said with a smile, "Brother Tang, I was shameless and insisted on having dinner with you. I am taking advantage of you. Let me do these things, otherwise I will feel uneasy."
Seeing Yang Yingxu's sincerity, Tang Mingli agreed. After all, he was the same at the beginning. Knowing that he had taken advantage, he felt uneasy and could only do more to make up for it.
I just felt that it sounded a bit strange for him to call me "big brother" all the time, so I said, "Just call me Tang Zhiqing."
Yang Yingxu nodded, remembering that everyone here seemed to call him that, he couldn't help but blame himself for being careless. He should pay more attention to his words and actions in the future.
After all, according to the original body's memory, the world is in chaos, which is similar to the literary inquisition that was prevalent in the previous dynasty.
Yang Yingxu glanced at the bottles and jars on the cabinet next to their stove. If he was unsure about something, he would open it and smell it, or pour out a few and dip his finger in it to taste the scent. After tasting it, he could basically determine what it was used for.
After checking the seasoning, he took another look at the ingredients and decided what dish he wanted to make.
Although the nobles have fine clothes and delicious food, they may occasionally lose their appetite and want to eat some light porridge and side dishes.
As the next generation chef of the eldest son's kitchen, he would cook whatever the nobles like to eat.
First, cut off the two ends of the pickled cabbage lump. It is relatively hard, and the nodules should be cut off. Otherwise, the taste will be bad. Then cut it into thin strips and soak it in water.
The spinach was cut again. They had placed several large vats in the room and planted some green onions. They had now grown quite tall. After asking Tang Mingli, Yang Yingxu broke off a few stalks.
Yang Yingxu prepared the dishes skillfully. While cooking the porridge, he also steamed some egg custard. When the porridge was ready, he served it out, sprinkled some chopped green onions on top as a garnish, and then kept it warm on the stove.
Add some sesame oil, stir-fry the pickled cabbage, add some green onions to the pickled intestines, mix eggs with flour, and make some water cakes.
Even a good wife cannot cook without rice. With limited ingredients, he could only make these things. After all, it was not cooked yet, and he couldn't rummage through boxes and cupboards to find something to cook.
His cooking skills were indeed good. Xia Zhizhi woke up when she smelled the smell. She got off the bed in a daze and asked with a yawn, "What did you make today?"
Tang Mingli said, "Today's breakfast was made by Yang Zhiqing. He made salty porridge and sold bread."
Seeing that he did not take credit for himself, Yang Yingxu developed some liking for him, but he also felt that he was dull and stupid. The noble had already gotten up, but he didn't hurry to serve and fetch water for washing. Instead, he just sat there stupidly for what, without any regard at all. No wonder he was not favored.
Since Tang Zhiqing himself is not up to the task, we can't blame him.
Yang Yingxu thought for a moment, picked up the kettle, poured hot water from the basin rack, tested the water temperature, added a ladle of cold water, squeezed toothpaste on it, and said, "You, Xia Zhiqing, wash up. You can have breakfast soon."
If it were someone else, they would be somewhat embarrassed.
Xia Zhizhi didn't have such a feeling at all. She thought it was her duty to be served by everyone, so she took the toothbrush as a matter of course, brushed her teeth and washed her face.
Yang Yingxu was more skillful at cooking than Tang Mingli. By the time the others arrived, the food was already on the table.
Seeing Tang Mingli and Cui Zijin huddled together on the kang to eat, Yang Yingxu came up with an idea.
Some people attach great importance to rules. Although they say they are casual, they actually don't like it in their hearts.
But some people are just really casual.
There has to be a limit to both polite refusal and compliance, otherwise it will backfire.
He didn't shy away and sat on the edge of the kang, eating with everyone.
Xia Zhizhi drank porridge and ate side dishes and was very satisfied with Yang Yingxu.
She declared that this male lead was her favorite among the three.
Once the comparison was made, Chef Tang's status in her heart plummeted.
That’s how you cook. No matter how fine the food, you’ll never be tired of it.
When Tang Mingli was cooking, he would not bear to throw away roots and knots, even if they were inedible, so he would throw them all into the pot and cook them. Sometimes he would accidentally eat some of them, which was really annoying.
Moreover, he is absent from work every other day!
You are simply not a qualified cook!
Fire him, fire him immediately!
Xia Zhizhi put down the bowl and invited him with a smile: "Yang Zhiqing's cooking skills are pretty good, do you want to work with us?"
Yang Yingxu was secretly delighted, but his face was full of humility. He considered his words and replied, "It's just a few porridge and side dishes. I'm sorry for your kindness."
After dinner, Yang Yingxu helped Xia Zhizhi wash the dishes and wipe the table.
They talked to Xia Zhizhi for a while, making her smile.
Xia Zhizhi knew that he was a qualified cook, so she naturally wanted to make the best use of everything. Not only did she open her own small cupboard to him, she also told him that as long as they had something in the small storehouse, he could use it as he pleased and he didn't have to feel bad about it.
Yang Yingxu is not only a good cook, but also knows how to make tea and mix perfume. He can also do male work, making him a representative of a clever and dexterous person.
As the two chatted, their minds became closer and closer, and there was a feeling that they had met too late and felt like they had known each other for a long time.
Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong were watching on the side, their brows becoming more and more wrinkled and their faces looking extremely grumpy.
Xia Zhizhi was not sad about her previous relationship, but she caused Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong to suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
The two have not yet emerged from the shadow of the previous paragraph.
Now, when she sees gay men surrounding her attentively, she suspects that they have bad intentions and has to keep a close eye on them, fearing that if she is not careful, these innocent and lovely girls will be coaxed away by bad men again.
The two of them spent two hours on the kang. They learned that there was tea in Xia Zhizhi's cabinet. Yang Yingxu took it out and had a look. It was of very good quality. She was indeed a girl from an aristocratic family. Her quality was not obvious on a normal day, but could be seen from the details.
How can that be bad? From the tea trees grown in the space, only the tenderest buds are used to make tea.
So it is really important to know the goods.
Like Jiang Xiurong, she only uses it to cook tea eggs.
Yang Yingxu said, "I'll go boil some water and make you a pot of tea. Would you like to taste my cooking and have some tea and some cakes as a snack?"
There was no reason for Xia Zhizhi to disagree.
The enamelware mug on her desk that she usually used for drinking water was too big and could be used as a teapot, so it was not suitable for tasting tea.
Yang Yingxu went to the kitchen and found a few cock cups. He scrubbed them with wheat straw ash, and then boiled them twice before he dared to give them to Xia Zhizhi.