Food in the Song Dynasty: My System Connects Mountains and Seas

Chapter 153 Really Awesome!

Lying on the bed on his back, Wen Shu touched his stomach that had started to growl with both hands, and thought to himself: "Be patient, be patient."

After finally persisting until now, I must hold back.

An hour later, she couldn't hold back any longer, turned over in the dark night, called up the visual panel, took out three Zhuyu grass from it, washed them briefly with the tea on the table, rolled them up and stuffed them into her mouth inside.

Well, it's cool, sweet, and tastes like licorice.

Chew the three pieces of grass and it will be gone after two, Wen Shu smacked his lips and rubbed his belly, "What should I do if I'm still hungry?"

How many more do you want?

A thought flashed through her, and she immediately took out more than a dozen straws from the storage basket, but this one took almost half a handful, and the tea on the table was not enough to wash. After thinking about it, she could only take the grass out of the room door, and washed in the basin by the well.

Simply rinsing off the dust on it, Wen Shu squatted by the well and ate the grass one by one. Fortunately, her father in the east chamber had already fallen asleep at this time, otherwise she would not be surprised to see her eating grass. What is it like.

After eating half of the grass, Wen Shu finally felt that there was something in his stomach, and he was not so hungry, but his mouth still felt that something was missing.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xu Shizhu Yucao began to work, and Wen Shu was no longer hungry at all.

It's just that I wish the feeling of fullness brought by Yu Cao is still better than the joy and satisfaction of eating a big meal like usual.

Sure enough, people are still suitable for eating, not for eating grass!

With a sigh, she gradually fell asleep with great thoughts about the food.

The next day, the first moment Wen Shu opened his eyes, he sensed his stomach, um, he didn't seem very hungry.

After washing, she felt it again, but she was still not very hungry.

When I had breakfast, I was still not hungry.

When eating lunch, I am not hungry yet.

Seeing his father eating deliciously in front of him, Wen Shu was surprised and exclaimed that Zhu Yu Cao was so good.

Calculating carefully, seven hours have passed from Xu o'clock last night to noon now, but she didn't feel hungry at all, and even seeing her father eating so deliciously, she didn't even have many thoughts of wanting to eat.

Amazing, amazing!
After sighing, Wen Shu got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

It's not because I suddenly feel hungry and want to eat, but because Ming Dynasty is the Cold Food Festival.For three days from tomorrow, she can't get angry, and she can't eat hot food, so she has to take advantage of the two hours in the afternoon to prepare enough food for the next three days.

In addition to this, it is also necessary to prepare offerings for the sacrifice outside the city tomorrow.

For her own food, she plans to make cold noodles and green rice, and as offerings, she will make noodles and jujube cakes.

Cold noodles and noodles are both pasta. You need to wake up the noodles, but she has already prepared this at noon. At this time, you only need to take out the woken dough, knead it, and stretch it into thin and long strips, and then put it into the pot Cook it well, then put it into well water to cool, and then put it out and put it away. This is cold noodles.

When waiting to eat, mix it with a few condiments or pickles and marinated pork.

Noodle swallows are made of flour and made into general-sized swallows, steamed and colored with vegetable juice, and then inserted on the needles of the jujube tree, which looks like swallows falling from the branches.

Qingjing rice is made from the branches and leaves of Nanzhumu, then soaked in white rice, soaked overnight until it turns blue, and then steamed in a pot. At this time, the color of the rice will change from green to black, so it is also called black rice.

This meal is not a cold food festival that is popular in central Beijing, but it is popular in the Jianghuai area. The reason why she can cook it is because her deceased mother is from Jianghuai.

Since she became a chef at the age of ten, she would cook a bowl of green rice every year during the Cold Food Festival, half of which would be offered to her mother and elder brother, and she would share the rest with her father.

Although there is no mother's face and smile in her memory, a vague shadow has already formed in her heart from her father's intermittent narration.

The women in the Jiangnan water town speak softly and have a gentle and charming appearance.

In the midst of busy work, two hours passed by in a flash. As the sun set, the kitchen was full of fragrance, and the stove was already full of ready meals.

Seeing that the night was falling, Wen Shu put the prepared cold noodles in bamboo baskets and hung them in the air, so as not to be eaten by mice in the middle of the night.Then put the finished green rice into a wooden basin, cover it tightly with a wooden lid, and put it on the inside of the stove.

The noodles are also put away in the same way.

After finishing all this, Wen Shu rubbed her still not very hungry stomach to make a big meal for her father.In the next three days, because there is no fire, most people will cook a bigger dinner than usual for the last dinner.

As night fell, the noise on the street finally quieted down for a while, everyone in the alley had dinner, and three dishes and one soup had already been placed on the Wen family's dining table.

Wen Shu and Father Wen sat opposite each other. The father and daughter ate three dishes and one soup on the table, sipped rice wine in their cups, and chatted about tomorrow's sacrifice.

Although she was still not hungry, Wen Shu didn't dare to use that set of rhetoric to fool her father anymore. If she succeeded once or twice, her father would definitely doubt her, so she could only "reluctantly" accompany her eat.

However, because she was not hungry, she ate food very slowly, and sometimes even put the food caught in the chopsticks back when her father was not paying attention, and then moved her mouth, pretending to chew the food.

In this way, after a meal, it is not more than one-fifth of the usual meal.

After dinner, Father Wen was called by Sun Heping to go to the nearby Zhangjiawazi to watch a play, and Wen Shu took the opportunity to get into the iron box.

[Di——Landing place——Banshi Mountain]

Following the sound of the notification, there was a "poof", a figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake, and then smashed into the water uncontrollably, splashing countless water splashes, and the fish that were originally playing in the water were all moved by the sudden sound Frightened and fled in panic.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Wen Shu spit out the water that accidentally poured into her mouth, and touched the pig urine foam on her waist, feeling very happy.

Thanks to her preparations in advance, otherwise today's event would be doomed.

No one passed by this place, but fortunately, there was a pig urine bubble, so although most of her body was submerged in the water at this moment, fortunately, she was floating above her shoulders.

The river she fell into was quite wide, and if you looked around, it was at least ten feet long, and she was in a relatively middle position at this time, five or six feet away from the two sides.

Yaoshou!Why did he fall into the river again? What a sinful fate!

Wen Shu sighed and looked left and right, trying to figure out which side he was closer to so that he could row across.Although she doesn't know how to float, but now she is supported by pig urine and uses her hands and feet as oars, so she should be able to paddle back, right?
There are lush forests on both sides of the river, but based on where she is now, it seems to be closer to the left?

In the late spring, the river water was still cold, not much warmer than the water in Jinming Pond. Wen Shu paddled his hands vigorously in the cold water, and at the same time, his feet under the water kept kicking, making countless steps. splash.

Hey, hey, it's really useful.

Seeing that he kicked a few times, his face really turned to the left bank, Wen Shu suddenly felt hopeful, and was overjoyed, and hurriedly rowed forward with all his hands and feet.

"Fizz."

Just when she drew a distance of one zhang, she suddenly heard a hissing sound, followed the sound, and saw many black lines floating towards this side on the water surface at the end of the right hand side.

No, it's swimming, those black lines move.

The reason why this can be confirmed is because the water is flowing in the other direction, but those black lines are coming against the water. If it is not for movement, how can it be done.

Swimming, moving, long, and hissing. . . . . .

Wen Shu's eyes widened instantly in horror!
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