Chapter 227 Scallion Pancake, Soy Milk and Yam Porridge (2)

The green onions used for garnishing on weekdays have become the protagonist today. The special aroma of green onion oil makes people unable to stop.

Xunzhou rubbed his nose, feeling the aroma of scallion oil rushing straight into his nose. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said with emotion: "I can plant some scallions in the flower bed in the yard later!"

Green onions are a simple species and grow quickly. Even people who don’t know how to grow flowers and plants are not difficult to feed them.

If you have scallions, you can pick them and ask Sister Mingtang to make scallion oil.

Skillfully, he put the rolled dough into the oil pan and fried it. When both sides were fried until brown, he picked it up and placed it on the drain rack beside the oil pan.

They arrived early, and the first pot of scallion pancakes was on the draining rack.

I originally thought that they were just put on the shelf to drain the oil, but unexpectedly, after all the scallion pancakes were taken out, Ah Bing actually poured eggs into the pan one by one.

As soon as the eggs are put into the oil pan, the transparent egg whites immediately swell up like clouds, and the white clouds make the egg yolks inside become more tender and lovely.

Xunzhou looked at it without blinking. Although he did not come from a powerful family, he was from a scholarly family, and he had no worries about food and clothing. After becoming his disciple to Wen Xuance, Tong Wang and He, all the food he ate was cooked and served directly to the table. Watching the ingredients being put into the pot, Xunzhou thought it was something he rarely saw.

With the "crackling" sound of the eggs meeting the oil, the omelette began to take shape, and the rich aroma of the omelette also spread. Abing quickly picked up the scallion pancake from the drain rack and poured it into the fried egg. The eggs are covered.

After the omelette and scallion pancake were completely combined, it was picked up again and placed back on the countertop.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and scallion oil, and the saliva in his mouth and tongue overflowed uncontrollably. He stared at the scallion egg pancake for a moment, until he saw A Bingli quickly picked up the oil paper bag. When he wrapped a scallion egg pancake and handed it to a servant in front of the counter, Xunzhou realized that he had to queue up to receive the court food.

But just for a moment, there was already a long queue for the public chef, who had only a few people there just now.

When it came to receiving the imperial food, no servants or officials in Dali Temple would be polite to him.

The few "incognito" officers at the front shook their heads at him, spread their hands and said, "Mr. Xun, I have been calling you just now, why didn't you respond at all?"

reaction? Just now I was just staring at the scallion egg pancake, and I had already forgotten other things!

Although he did not say what was in his heart, several "incognito" guards seemed like roundworms crawling out of his stomach and said with a smile: "If you want to see the cake, remember to get it first and then take your time to see it!"

While he was talking, it was the turn of the "undercover" servants. They took the scallion egg pancakes wrapped in oil paper and put them on the plate from A Bing, and handed over a bowl of glutinous rice balls that were cooking porridge in front of the deep pot. Porridge scooped out of the pot.

Not only was the scallion egg pancake the first time I had seen it, but so was the porridge.

The porridge in the pure white porcelain bowl was boiled into a milky white color like milk, but much thicker than ordinary milk. It was dotted with two bright red wolfberries in the middle, which was beautiful and clear but also had an inexplicable " Feeling of “healthy”.

Thinking of the name of this porridge that A Bing mentioned earlier - soy milk and yam porridge, well, it is indeed quite healthy.

On the dinner plate, a scallion egg pancake and a bowl of soy milk and yam porridge were picked up one after another and left the table.

Well, of course this portion of the meal does not belong to him, it belongs to those who are "undercover" servants. There are still seven or eight people left before it is his turn... Xunzhou counted, there are still seven or eight people.

Fortunately, both Ah Bing and Tang Yuan were very agile. In the blink of an eye, they had picked up the second pot of scallion egg pancakes, and the team suddenly lost eight people.

When it was Xunzhou's turn, he happened to finish serving the food and could only wait for the next pot. Ah Bing put down the iron tong in his hand and put the scallion pancakes made by Wen Mingtang on the counter behind him into the oil pan.

In this way, Xunzhou, who could only wait for the time being, cast his eyes on the countertop behind A Bingtong's glutinous rice balls, and saw Wen Mingtang holding a spoon and scooping out a spoonful of white stuff that looked like dolphin oil from the earthen jar at hand. Place the dough on the dough that has been rolled out into a tongue shape.

How had Xunzhou, who "rarely seen fireworks in the world", ever seen such a thing? Even though he was confused, he couldn't help but ask Wen Mingtang: "Sister Mingtang, what is that?"

Wen Mingtang didn't even raise his head and said, "Puffy cake."

Pastry? Xunzhou was startled for a moment. Wen Mingtang, who was still holding the cake in his hand, finished placing the pastry, pressed it evenly on the long tongue dough, and then sprinkled the green onions from the copper basin on the side on the dough.

Seeing the green onions being sprinkled all over the dough "boldly", Xunzhou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "So many green onions?"

"Scallion pancakes naturally have more onions!" A Bing glanced at Xunzhou, grabbed the scallion pancakes that Wen Mingtang had rolled out and put them into the pan.

When the oil meets the flour and scallion oil, a new round of scallion oil fragrance is added to the already lingering aroma.

After Wen Mingtang in the compartment sprinkled the green onions, he wrapped the dough with the green onions and pastry like a quilt, then flattened it and rolled it out briefly. When the green onions inside were faintly exposed on the surface of the dough, he stopped his hand and turned around to continue rolling out. Just one.

He was watching Wen Mingtang making scallion pancakes in this room. A Bingxin's scallion pancakes in the other pant were also out of the pan. He quickly picked up a scallion pancake and put it on Xunzhou's plate. He urged Xunzhou to leave quickly.

Dali Temple eats the morning meal, oh no, there are already many people who eat the three kinds of food. Mr. Xun is too lazy, so he will definitely make a noise to drive people away.

After being urged one after another by Ah Bing and Tangyuan, Xunzhou took the food tray and walked to the dining table, sat down, and began to eat the morning meal.

The combination of porridge and pancakes is quite common, and Xunzhou often ate it this way, so much so that he had developed a habit of eating this combination.

When eating such morning food, the first bite is naturally to drink porridge to moisten your mouth.

Xunzhou picked up the spoon and poured a spoonful into the milk-white soy milk and yam porridge. The rich aroma of soy milk had already been smelled when he was waiting in line.

Although it is not as overbearing as the fragrance of scallion oil, which is like a violent storm hitting you in an instant, the rich aroma of this soy milk is mixed in, and the warmth cannot be ignored.

Although the base of the porridge is soy milk, it is not just soy milk. The milky white yam has also been ground and mixed into the soy milk. The rich soy milk aroma of the porridge base and the fragrance of yam have been completely integrated into the soft and glutinous porridge rice, bringing with it a delicious flavor. A hint of sweetness fills your mouth.

Looking at the milky white color that has been completely integrated, you know that the cooking time of this pot of porridge will not be short, and this is indeed the case. The porridge and rice in your mouth will break into pieces as soon as you sip the tip of your tongue. Although it is also rice that can be easily broken, it has more than one kind of rice texture. It seems that both glutinous rice and japonica rice are available.

These seemingly blended together, yet one can taste the slightly different textures after a careful taste. Xunzhou completely forgot about the original intention of taking a sip, spoonful after spoonful, until nearly half the bowl was gone, and then garnished it with After putting the wolfberries into his mouth, he temporarily put down the spoon and picked up the scallion pancake that he wanted to eat when he came in.