Chapter 1291 Willing to be an ugly girl 18
"Miss, the kitchen is so dirty. It's not a place for a noble lady like you. Either we go and see the cherry blossoms in the yard, they are said to be blooming soon, or there are koi fish and rockery in the pond..." A Ling followed beside her, crying sadly, why did this young lady smell something out of the kitchen?
Xining felt the noise, stopped, and said leisurely: "A Ling!"
"Miss, what's the matter?" A Ling seemed to have seen hope. Was she going to change her mind and plan to go to the garden to feed the fish and do what a noble lady should do.
Xining looked at A Ling, who was three years older than the owner and half a head taller, with deep eyes and slightly raised her head: "If you talk more, go get the board yourself."
A Ling was so frightened that she didn't dare to say any more and followed her obediently.
The kitchen was preparing breakfast at ten o'clock. When Miss Zunzi arrived, she knelt on the floor again.
Xining looked around. Breakfast was vegetable porridge, bamboo shoots soaked in vinegar, and natto. The snack is soybean mochi, which is made by cooking glutinous rice and soybeans, then beating them together into a ball like rice cakes, and then cutting it into a snack.
Most people can't afford flour, so boiling it and beating it into powder is the best way.
There are about twenty of these freshly made, only the size of meatballs. The food here is all too small. Xining reached out and took one and stuffed it into his mouth. It was actually sweet. In this era, flour, sugar, and milk were luxuries. Sugar made from sugar cane was shipped by sea and was more expensive than sugar made from milk. It was generally used for medicinal purposes. This is Gan Ge juice, which can make it sweet.
Needless to say, the food in this village is better than in the mansion. No wonder that during banquets, Zhuangzi’s cooks would be called over to deliver seasonal vegetables and help out on the other hand.
The steward in the kitchen and the dessert cook watched helplessly as Ms. Takashi served ten people of mochi in one pot.
That’s it, I’m going to make some more snacks.
"Miss, let the slave come!" A-Ling quickly took the plate of snacks, which at least made people think that this was not all eaten by the young lady alone. Such a good appetite is simply embarrassing.
Xi Ning didn't want the next meal to be just enough to feed the chickens. To be honest, if the chickens weren't full, they would still be picking up bugs in the grass.
She thought for a while: "Go and prepare a piece of pork, 50% or 50% fat. Also prepare five slightly tender bamboo shoots and a small piece of bacon. When it is ready, send someone to call me."< br>
What do you want this for... The kitchen steward hurriedly responded.
After leaving the kitchen door, Xining took the plate from A Ling's hand directly.
Watching the young lady eating while walking, Aling...
Xining returned to the room and looked at the clothes on his body. Even boys' clothes were too bulky and inconvenient. The fabric seems to be free, but there is quite a lot of it.
Thinking of this, Xining ordered: "Go find scissors, needle and thread."
"Miss, you want to embroider?" A Ling was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed: "If Miss can embroider, she is one of the few young ladies. If the Taoist Master and Mrs. Mingzi find out about it, I don't know how to be happy!" < br>
The aristocratic ladies of this era generally did not need to use needlework. It would be great if they could. If they could embroider like people in the Tang Dynasty, they could be regarded as beautiful and smart.
Thinking of this, A Ling hurriedly went to find needle, thread and scissors.
When she happily brought the things to the lady, Xining, who had already dug out a few more suitable clothes from the box, was waiting.
A-ling saw the lady sitting cross-legged, picked up the scissors in one hand and the clothes in the other, and started cutting. I was stunned for a moment...
In previous missions, I took on many maids, palace maids or young ladies from ancient times, and also accepted some of their memories. Although I am not an expert at making clothes, I can still make do with it.
Although the clothes of this period were large and cumbersome, they were expensive because of the materials.
It took half a day to cut out the pattern, then put on threads of similar colors and started sewing. Aling didn't know what the young lady wanted to do, but she looked decent. When did the young lady learn to cut clothes, but why are these clothes so weird?
While they were sewing, the steward from the kitchen came over personally to reply, saying that the meat and bamboo shoots the lady requested were ready.
It will take some time to sew this dress, and you can only do it yourself. The tailors here probably don’t know how to sew this.
Xining stood up: "Bring it to me."
When working, she used a belt to tie up her loose clothes. A Ling was stunned again. What is the lady going to do?
Her young lady went to the kitchen again, for the second time today.
The little steward nodded obsequiously and bowed: "These bamboo shoots were just picked from the mountain behind. Look, they are still covered in mud. I just bought this meat from the butcher's house in the village. His family kills a pig every three days, and it happened to be killed today." Do you think it is fat and thin? And this bacon was pickled last winter. The salt is already in it, and it is most delicious now."
Xining nodded: "It's just a little bit missing. Have someone peel off the bamboo shoots and cut them into half-finger-long pieces; cut all the meat and bacon into small pieces of the same size."
It seemed that the young lady wanted to see what they were capable of. The steward immediately picked up the kitchen knife and quickly cut the meat: "Did you hear that? I cooked the bamboo shoots and bacon."
Immediately two cooks came up and quickly peeled and cut the bacon.
Xining asked people to bring up two pots, one to boil water and another to boil bacon.
The knife skills were good, everything was taken care of quickly and washed with clean water. At this time, the water in the pot is also boiling.
Throw everything into boiling water and blanch it. After picking it up, the pot next to it is hot.
Oil is very expensive now, and most of it is vegetable oil. There is lard, but it has been sitting nearby for who knows how many days. So Xining asked people to throw the blanched meat directly into the pot and let the oil seep out on its own.
When the meat is slightly fragrant, the oil has cooked the surface of the meat to a light yellow color, and the inside is medium-rare, Xi Ning asks people to throw all the meat into a pot of bacon and cook it. When the meat is cooked, add bamboo shoots and continue cooking.
At this time, the aroma has come out, but it will still take some time to cook. And there were no chairs here, and there were cushions outside. She didn't mind kneeling on the servant's cushion, but she didn't like kneeling at all.
I saw a big stone in the yard outside the kitchen. I usually use it to sharpen kitchen knives. The surface is polished smooth and clean.
So he walked over and sat on the stone.
This move made the slaves around him glare again.
The steward walked over anxiously: "Do you have any other instructions, Miss?"
Xining sat on the stone: "It's okay now."
The young steward looked at the young lady's personal maid. Aling was also confused, but it still looked indecent for the young lady to sit like this. So he went over and said, "Miss, why don't you go back to the house? If you have anything to do, just ask them to do it."
Come on, I'm not going back. Nobles cannot eat meat, so they should not secretly tell the maid sent by Mrs. Akiko to pour the soup.
Xining said calmly: "The sun is pretty good here, and the willow wind doesn't blow cold on my face."
If you don't go to the yard to blow the wind, come here to blow the wind, this lady will either have a convulsion!
Thinking about the slave Diao who got slapped yesterday and is still lying down now, what does the master say? If you don't want to get slapped, stop talking. Everyone waited quietly.
(End of chapter)