Chapter 1293 Willing to be an ugly girl 20
Eat well, wash well and sleep well. When Xining woke up the next day, she asked A Ling to inform the kitchen that breakfast would be delivered at eight o'clock in the future.
A Ling then went to the kitchen, and when she came back she was followed by two cooks carrying a low table.
This amount was pretty good for the morning, and she didn't eat much for breakfast in previous missions.
Xining ate with chopsticks and asked leisurely: "The cook who takes care of the dim sum will get an additional 10% of the monthly monthly silver."
"Yes, Miss!" A-Ling responded, and she understood the reason with just one look.
The plate on which the snacks are placed is a large plate today, with a lot of rice dumplings on it. Zanyi is made from honey and rice noodles, rolled into thin strips, grouped into bundles, twisted into rings, and fried in oil, just like steamed buns. It's just that the rice dumplings here are made more delicately, as thin as a hair, and each one is only as big as the mouth of a small rice bowl. Small and exquisite, it looks crispy.
After breakfast, snacks were left, and the low table was moved back.
The cook in charge of the snacks was surprised at first when she learned that her monthly salary had increased. In fact, I know that the lady has a big appetite, so I just give her more snacks at once, instead of always going to the kitchen to serve them in one pot. She had to do extra work every time, but unexpectedly, she got a pay increase!
Seeing the cook's happy look, everyone felt a little sad and thought about adding more next time.
After breakfast, I made my clothes first, and now I just need to dress comfortably. There were no sewing machines in this era, so everything was sewn by hand, stitch by stitch.
Xi Ning's eyes were dazzled by sewing, and he felt that it would be a long time before he could sew the clothes by himself. Looking around, the maids and maids were all busy inside and outside the room, cleaning, tidying, and wiping the floor.
"Aling, go and ask who knows how to do needlework." Xining decided to use the power of the masses.
Almost all, after all, I am not a young lady, and I don’t have that much spare money to find someone, so sometimes I need to make repairs myself.
Xining asked them to recommend themselves. Some of them were wearing clothes that they had mended themselves, and there was actually one who knew how to darn.
"You sew the belt... you sew this piece with this piece... you are responsible for hemming the hem..." After Xining put down the workmanship, he leaned on his side with Zai Xian in front of him, feeling comfortable Eat slowly. Watch the four people sewing quickly with their hands and feet.
Ah Ling was sorting out the unpacked boxes containing miscellaneous items, and looked at the side where she was sewing clothes from time to time. This dress is so small, what kind of monster is the lady trying to do?
With more people and greater strength, the clothes were ready in half a day. Xining happily tried them on.
A-ling helped straighten and tidy up her dress, and couldn't help but mutter: "Miss, what kind of dress is this? Why is it so weird? It's similar to Li Shu's clothes, but not like them."
"This is Hanfu Qujing. Twelve copies of Tangfu and common people's clothes are imitations of Hanfu. If you look at Tang Yunlai's calligraphy and paintings, you can see that the people in the paintings are wearing this kind of clothes." Xining turned around, Shown: "How is it?"
"It looks good, it looks really good." All the maids said yes in agreement.
Xining raised his chin slightly: "Well, I think that's good too."
Ah Ling almost rolled her eyes, what a weird dress.
I finally got a piece of clothing that I usually wear, and it’s much more comfortable than those heavy and stuffy 12-piece clothes.
Xining went to the box to pick out again, and pulled out several pieces one after another, carried them over, and threw them in front of the four slaves: "You guys, don't do anything else. Take off all these clothes today."
ah? I’m still planning to make such weird clothes!
At this time, the kitchen sent someone over to tell them that the ingredients ordered by the lady yesterday were ready, what to do next.
A-ling stared at the lady, wearing the newly made "weird" clothes, and walked out. Miss, just wear clothes in the house and run around the house like this, okay?
A long, wide and thick rib of pork belly, slightly fatty. Xi Ning was very satisfied with this. The meat of the dish cooked today needs to be a little fatter. But this piece of meat is a bit too big, weighing a full twenty kilograms. It can be cut into at least two pieces and sold in the supermarket.
Obviously, these guys were greedy yesterday, so they prepared more and were just waiting to eat what they missed.
That's fine, they can put more effort into preparing the ingredients in the future.
There are ten bamboo shoots and a small bowl of thick black soybean paste on the table.
No way, there is no soy sauce in this era. Soy sauce in the Song Dynasty was still being invented, and now there is only soy sauce.
So Xining "instructed" again: "Cut the meat into pieces of this size, peel the bamboo shoots and cut them into sections." This time everyone in the kitchen was smart, and cut them all, blanched them, and set them aside.
Xining has already taken his eye on a small pot, which should be used for frying food. Oil is expensive, so use a small pot for frying.
There was still some oil left in the pot, and the smell was that of fried rice dumplings this morning. Oil is expensive, so I don’t dare to wash it. I can use the pot to make soup later.
Now everyone stared at their noble lady, picked up the spoon and started cooking.
If any outsiders come in at this time, including the owner's parents, they will definitely rub their eyes, thinking that they have seen it wrong.
Put the meat into the pot and stir-fry directly. It’s better to have less oil, it’s good for your health. But now it's not that there is a shortage of oil, but that the entire aristocracy is malnourished.
When Xi Ning turned the pot, everyone stared again and saw the meat rolling up like waves in the pot and then falling down.
When the meat is slightly fragrant, ask: "Is there any rice wine?"
Rice wine? The steward responded quickly: "There is sake."
Xining frowned slightly: "Bring it over." I don't know what the taste of dishes cooked with sake is, but I have to find a way to get some rice wine. Rice wine can remove the fishy smell of meat-cooked dishes.
Pour some sake, then put the sauce and water on it and start cooking.
Xining closed the lid and wiped his hands with the cloth next to him: "When the bamboo shoots are ripe, throw in the bamboo shoots. Not too many, half meat and half bamboo shoots. Call me when the meat is slightly crispy."
After giving the instructions, he walked out. Wow, there were actually cushions placed on the big rocks today. It seems that the steward is quite thoughtful.
Wait until the meat is cooked, then continue to cook, the water will dry up slightly, then open the pot and try it.
Xining picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
Ah Ling cried and ate meat again. The young lady ate meat again. It must have been possessed by a flesh-eating monster since the last time I was haunted.
Hmm~, Xining tasted it with his eyes closed. Although the taste of this bamboo shoot barbecue is a bit strange, it does not affect its deliciousness.
He immediately picked up a bowl and scooped out a small bowl: "I want to take it away."
Then he looked around: "Is there any food?"
A Ling was surprised, what, she wanted rice. Eating three meals a day is a habit of rough people. How can a young lady be such a rough person?
"Yes, yes!" The steward opened a steamer next to him, and there was rice in it. Rice during this period is steamed.
Xining saw that it was white rice and frowned slightly: "Is there any yellow rice?"
The nobles ate polished white rice, which was more expensive than yellow rice that was not fully polished. But the problem is that the completely polished white rice, including the germ, has aggravated the vitamin deficiency of the aristocratic class and led to the spread of beriberi.
"Yes!" As soon as the steward finished speaking, he heard the lady speak.
"Serve a bowl."
Um? The little steward was stunned, he didn’t eat white rice, he ate yellow rice instead!
When Xining left, he was followed by a maid carrying a low table with roasted pork with bamboo shoots and a bowl of yellow rice.
The kitchen was so busy, everyone went to grab the meat first, and then urged the cook to quickly follow the lady's method and burn all the remaining ingredients.
(End of chapter)