Chapter 603 A match made in heaven
Occasionally, when you can eat white-flour steamed buns, they will definitely not be fresh, but will be dried for a long time, or have a little stale flavor, or even have some mold in them.
Whenever she gets such white-flour steamed buns, the mother at home will light firewood and bake the white-flour buns until they are charred. This way, they will not eat up the stomach, but also add to the aroma of the white-flour buns. , and the most important thing is that it tastes a bit hard and brittle, so you can only nibble slowly bit by bit. If you eat slowly, you can also enjoy your mouth.
But the white-flour steamed buns baked in this way always have a very strong smoky smell. Sometimes, in order to save some firewood, the white-flour steamed buns are placed in the hot mound of earth and baked thoroughly. It's so hot that it's often stained with dust.
Dust is always the last thing a hungry person cares about, so when eating the white-flour steamed buns, many times he is reluctant to pat the dirt off, for fear that too much dust will be wiped off the white-flour buns, and less dust will be lost. Take a bite.
Moreover, the dust stained on the white flour steamed buns seems to have also been stained with the fragrance of the white flour. Not only does it not have any unpleasant taste, but it is quite delicious.
It can be said that dust, in his memory, is associated with the hardships of his childhood and the joy of eating rare and delicious food. It is an extremely complex and indescribable feeling.
The feeling that the gray thing in front of him gave him was very similar to the feeling he had when he was a child, but it also had a different fragrance, and the aftertaste was a crispy fragrance that became stronger the more he chewed it. It could be said that it was both Like memory, but above memory.
The emperor only felt that the thoughts in his mind were surging, like a stormy sea, turbulent and unable to calm down for a long time.
His hands seemed to be out of control, and he just picked up the small, dusty cube and put it in his mouth.
The more you eat, the more delicious it becomes.
The more I eat, the more delicious it becomes.
After eating nearly half of the small cubes on the small plate, the emperor stopped, swallowed everything in his mouth, and looked at Ding Dahai, "Does this food have a name?"
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"I heard that this food is called Guanyin Fried Bun Ding." Ding Dahai answered truthfully.
"This name is quite unique." The Queen smiled, "Did you choose it to seek good luck?"
Seeing that the queen obviously didn't understand the origin of the name, the emperor patted the back of her hand and said, "The queen probably doesn't know that Guanyin soil just refers to a kind of soil. In years of disaster and war, many people don't have enough to eat. Based on this, combined with some folk legends, the name Guanyin Tu came into being. β
"The reason why it is called fried steamed buns with Guanyin soil is that after frying them with Guanyin soil, the steamed buns are fried in Guanyin soil until cooked, and then eaten."
"That's it." The queen suddenly realized.
"What the emperor said is true." Ding Dahai opened his mouth, "This is exactly how the Guanyin Fried Bun Ding is made. There is also this other dish, which seems to be called maltose. It is said to be sugar juice extracted from the buds of wheat. Also called malt sugar, it is a very common method of making sugar among the people. It is cheaper and cheaper than white sugar and is very popular among the people. β
After listening to Ding Dahai's introduction, the emperor took the spoon himself and scooped some maltose.
The journey from Jinqiu County to the capital was long and cold. The maltose in the jar had already solidified and was extremely viscous, and the surface had a certain hardness.
After it was sent to the palace, it was smoked in a warm room. It softened a lot, but it was still extremely sticky. It was very laborious to scoop it up with a spoon. After scooping some, it even pulled up long strands, making it The emperor raised his arms high.
His behavior seemed a little embarrassing, but it also made the emperor smile. "When I was young, this maltose was often sold on the street. It was also called stirred sugar at that time. I had to use two bamboo chopsticks to stir the maltose until it turns white." , it tastes even more delicious.β
As he spoke, the emperor did not use a spoon to scoop up the maltose. Instead, he used two chopsticks to stir up some maltose in the soup cup. He stirred the maltose very skillfully with two chopsticks.
Flip it up and down, crosswise, and the reddish-brown maltose hanging on the bamboo chopsticks gradually turns white in color, and the maltose that was originally only slightly viscous also becomes more viscous, and expands slightly.
The emperor continued to stir until the maltose on the chopsticks was very difficult to stir, the color was almost white, and the maltose turned into a big lump, then he stopped. The emperor opened his mouth and took a bite on the large piece of maltose. The emperor was full of satisfaction and couldn't help but sigh, "Sweet, so sweet!"
"The Queen also has a taste."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The queen took the chopsticks from the emperor's hand, put the maltose to her mouth like the emperor just now, and took a small bite.
The sweet taste, with a slight fragrance, is incomparable to any sweets you eat on a daily basis. The sweetness is straightforward and pure. It can be said that it has some without any modification or roundaboutness, and it runs rampant in the mouth. The domineering feeling lingering on the teeth and cheeks.
But this overbearing sweetness, when swallowed with a mouthful of saliva, was swallowed into the stomach. Although there was still some residue, it did not feel greasy at all, but instead filled the mouth with a refreshing taste.
"It's really sweet and delicious." The queen couldn't help but praise.
She had heard of maltose and knew that it was commonly used in cooking, but it was the first time for her to eat it directly like now.
It can be considered a very unique experience.
And now look at the two foods Xia Mingyue made, one is Guanyin fried buns with some heavy memories, and the other is maltose that can make people smile...
Ordinary and ordinary, but full of meaning, it also shows his attitude.
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This Xia Mingyue is indeed a smart person.
More importantly, be pure in mind.
She was not wrong at first.
The queen thought so and subconsciously looked at the emperor.
The emperor also nodded with a smile at this time, "This lady Xia is indeed as I guessed, a person with a big chest, a very wise person, a simple mind but a lot of courage, no wonder she can make her Lan'er likes it very much and even catches the eye of Mrs. He."
"As the saying goes, one family does not belong to the same family. Lu Qiyan is good, and Madam Xia is even better. They are a perfect match, a match made in heaven."
"What the Emperor said is true." The Queen smiled with her eyebrows creasing.
Ding Dahai on the side also breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his eyes.
At this moment, Xia Mingyue, who was more than a thousand miles away, sneezed several times.
One after another, they hit five or six times before they stopped completely.
After these five or six sneezes, Xia Mingyue found that half of her nose was blocked, and she had a slight nasal sound when she spoke again.
"Madam, I'm afraid she caught a cold." Yinqiao hurriedly took Xia Mingyue back to the house and put on another piece of clothing.