Datang First Chef

Chapter 17

During the cold food festival, every family has to go to the suburbs to go to the grave, so Li Sanniang’s restaurant is also closed for a day. Mo Wenyuan rarely has time, so he carries a cold utensil in his hand and shakes it. He folds it and stuffs it in his mouth after walking two steps .

"Squeaky-"

"Squeaky-"

He chewed his cheeks vigorously, making his peers around him drool with envy.

Wang Fuyuan's grandson was about the same age as Mo Wenyuan, he looked at the cold tools eagerly and said, "Mo Dalang, your mother actually made cold tools for you?"

Mo Wenyuan was grinning, but he didn't speak. He thought to himself, where it was A Niang who did the bombing, it was clearly him who did the bombing.

The cold utensils are sanzi, which are mixed with honey noodles and stretched into thin strands, and then fried in oil to eat. Mo Wenyuan likes this kind of fried food, it is crispy and hard, and it is full of fragrance after chewing.However, the price of cooking oil in the Tang Dynasty was still relatively high, so it was enough to add oil to stir-fry vegetables for meat stuffing, but it took half a pot of oil to fry them thoroughly to make sanzi.

Li Sanniang's family is well-known and wealthy in Guangdefang, but you still feel a little distressed for letting her use so many fried cold utensils.Mo Wenyuan is good at controlling the oil, and he can pull the sanzi into a beautiful shape, so he took over the position of chef and danced and danced on the side of the stove.

He is no longer the little Douding he was a few years ago. He has enough nutrition to make him taller than his peers. Before he was 9 years old, his height has reached 1.4 meters. In two years, he will be a tall little Baiyang.

Mo Wenyuan generously distributed the sanzi to the friends around him and said, "Do you want to eat?"

"I want it!"

"of course yes!"

"Moda, you are so kind!"

In fact, each child is given a small handful of sanzi, but they are already very satisfied. This is a cold dish fried with a lot of oil. I am afraid that only high-ranking officials can eat it. Now they can eat it. It’s really a pity Mo Dalang's blessing.

……

After eating, the subtle competitiveness among the children fermented, and each of them took out boiled and carved eggs from nowhere. The egg whites were carved with various mysterious lines and dyed and painted, as beautiful as artwork.

Wang Fu wished his grandson to join Mo Wenyuan and said, "Mo Da, how about your poached chicken?"

The Cold Food Festival in the Tang Dynasty was more fun than the modern Tomb-sweeping Festival. Besides sweeping graves in the outskirts of the city, there were also various recreational activities, including cockfighting.The first time Mo Wenyuan heard Li Sanniang ask Mo Xiaogou about the results of the cockfight, he thought that the other party was like a modern primary school student, doing a golden rooster independent, with his calf broken and competing with his neighbors.

Facts have proved that he was thinking too much, the fighting chicken is better than anyone else's cold food festival eggs.

After Mo Wenyuan took out the treasured egg, he was quite proud. He reached out and held the egg high, as if showing the king's scepter, and waved it around in front of everyone.

He was very childlike and said, "My colorful eggs, what do you think?"

Everyone: "Wow——"

Can't say anything but wow.

Their colorful eggs are quite finely carved, some are beautiful lines connected together, some have the words "family carnival", and they are dyed with bright red and purple colors, which is quite dignified when they are taken out.

But Mo Wenyuan's is no longer an ordinary colored egg, it is simply a treasure!

For this reason, he also specially borrowed a fine wood carving knife from Hui Kong, and he made gestures at the eggs half a decade ago, and all the failed products entered Mo Xiaogou's stomach.

Mo Xiaogou also learned carving before, but most of their carvings are practiced on the skin of wax gourd, pumpkin or watermelon. The softness of egg white is different from that of melon skin. At the beginning, even he didn't know how to do it. .

After even scrapping a few eggs, he got the strength right and started to carve finely.

What Mo Wenyuan engraved is a picture of a person, and the models are a few people in his family.Although the human face is not detailed, you can tell who is right by the clothes you are wearing. Even family members who are familiar with Mo Wenyuan's skills are surprised when they see him engraving this thing.

The egg head is pointed and wide, and it is difficult to paint on it with a very fine brush, let alone carve small figures with a knife. How did he do it?

"Mo Da, who carved this?"

"Your mother? Puppy brother?"

"Ah, it's your mother right now, isn't it?"

Surrounded by a group of children worshiping the Easter eggs, Mo Wenyuan was secretly happy. He felt that he was quite bored, and just to impress the group of children, he actually created a statue of an egg sculpture. I am afraid that he has been pretending to be a child for a long time. , and the mind has degenerated like a child.

But it's so cool!

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After noon, Li Sanniang and her family went to the outskirts of the city. There are no tombs in Chang'an City. Whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, the tombs of self-cultivation are all in the outskirts.

Today is a good day. In previous years, there was light rain during the cold food festival, but this year it is rare that there is no rain.It's mid-spring now, besides pines, cypresses and emerald bamboos, flowers and plants on the ground are also popping up. Small clusters of wild flowers of various colors are crowded together, which is really lovely.

The beautiful scenery in front of him made Mo Wenyuan feel very good. He raised his head and saw a few stalks of green bamboo not far away, and there was a green grassland under the bamboo stalks. A few lambs were leisurely walking on the grassland. I don't know if it is a domesticated lamb or a wild one that eats grass.What a good picture of a spring goat.

Mo Wenyuan squinted his eyes and said, "Why is there a black dog among the sheep?" He thought to himself, could it be a shepherd dog?It turns out that there were shepherd dogs in the Tang Dynasty?

Mo Xiaogou smiled and said, "Look carefully, but is it a black dog?"

It was only after Mo Wenyuan walked in that he suddenly realized that where was the black dog, it was clearly a little black sheep.

The black sheep is different from the other white sheep. Although he is young, he has the spirit of "retired and independent". He disdains the fresh and tender grass on the ground, sticks his neck, and seems to be looking into the distance.

Seeing Mo Wenyuan, his eyes lit up, he said "baa baa", and walked towards him with four legs.

Li Sanniang exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, whose lamb?" She saw the little black sheep wandering around Mo Wenyuan, "I really like you."

Mo Wenyuan felt that this sheep was very good, with thin skin and tender meat. Does it have the smell of ordinary sheep? If it is really stewed in a pot, it may not have any fishy smell. It is a peerless good sheep.

Touching the sheep's head, he said in surprise: "This quality is really rare. In the past, sheep tasted good. If you don't use heavy ingredients to taste and stew it, it will be fishy. I think its meat is tender and tasteless. It doesn't matter whether it's roasted or made into soup." It's excellent."

Cute little black sheep: ? ? ?

He paused and ran away, as if Mo Wenyuan was a scourge.

Li Sanniang scolded: "What are you doing so bluntly? I think that sheep is quite intelligent, don't scare you away."

Mo Wenyuan muttered: "But it is indeed a good sheep."

"From what I see of his appearance, he should be carefully fed by the master. Hey, when I have time, I will also specially feed the head sheep and make roasted whole sheep for you, Aniang. The taste must be better than ordinary sheep."

……

The sheep ran wildly into the bamboo forest and stopped in front of the monk Huizhi.

Huizhi said: "Have you seen him? Can you get any food?" He had heard from Heiyang that Mo Wenyuan had the fragrance of cold clothes on his body, and the cold clothes he made were different from ordinary people's. It has reached a perfect ratio with white flour, and it is fried in lard to be fragrant and crispy. You can tell that it is an excellent cold tool with the sense of smell of the little black sheep.

The little black sheep nodded frantically, bleating and bleating.

Monk Huizhi had a delicate expression: "Oh, I didn't eat it, but I still want to eat you?"

The little black sheep bleated a little angrily.

He has always been the one who feeds on others, when will it be the turn of the human race Xiao to think about his taste?The meat is still tender, hum!

Monk Huizhi's expression became more subtle, and he thought about it: "But judging from your appearance, you are just an ordinary black sheep." Is it normal to want to eat it?

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

Monk Huizhi conceded defeat: "Okay, I know, I know, there has always been only the principle of gluttonous cannibalism."

The little black sheep just let it go.

Monk Huizhi said: "But you really don't plan to eat something else. If it's just cold utensils, there are still a few good restaurants in Chang'an City."

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa!"

don't eat!He eats only the best!

Monk Huizhi: "..."

He has only seen Taotie eating without preference, this is the first time he has seen a picky and hypocritical little Taotie.He thought with a headache that it really gave him a big problem.

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The cemeteries on the outskirts of the city didn't feel like they were waiting for a lifetime. Li Sanniang and the others were relatively low-key, and there was no young lady at home, so they didn't have to follow the customary etiquette. They only prepared food, wine, fruit and other things for the cemetery when they were swinging in the suburbs on the day of the Cold Food Festival.

Li Sanniang lost her husband for many years, and her mood has long since calmed down. She placed drinks and other things in front of the grave, and muttered: "My lord, this year our courtyard has more than doubled in size, and we earned money..."

Mo Wenyuan laughed when he heard that, his father Ruoquan knew that the family was so rich, and he was afraid that the coffin board that was about to be scared would not be able to hold it down.

A lot of people had gathered at the grave, but there were only a few who burned paper like Li Sanniang, and the vast majority of people were like spring outings, playing their own things.

Needless to say, the little ladies found suitable branches to hang on the swings. Seeing that some of them were swinging high, they burst into applause.

There are some young gentlemen who play Cuju, and some watch cockfights.

The Cold Food Festival in the Tang Dynasty has a unique flavor.

A distant voice came from a distance: "Mo Da? Cuju?"

Mo Wenyuan called back: "Take me one!"