Chapter 647 - Quarrel
Yu Xiaocao glanced at him and revealed a honey-sweet smile on her face. The words that came out of her mouth subsequently also delighted him to his core, "It's not a bother at all! I'm happy to make food for you. Even the smallest detail needs to come out of my hands!"
As she spoke, she went back to her task at hand, leaving Zhu Junyang, who was touched beyond measure, to stand silently at the side. She heated up the wok and oil before searing the slender strips of fish and chicken in separate batches. Then, she took them out of the pot and left some oil in there before adding the fish back into the pot with some cooking wine and fine salt. She let it simmer until it produced a fragrant broth and then added some cornstarch to thicken it. Finally, she poured the cooked fish into one half of a prepared plate.
Following that, she did the same procedure for the seared chicken meat, making sure to also thicken the broth with starch at the end. She then poured the cooked chicken into the other half of the plate, creating a sort of yin-yang presentation between the fish and chicken. Finally, she stir fried some bean sprouts with some special seasoning and placed it in the middle of the chicken and fish meat in the dish. The final dish was complete!
Zhu Junyang looked at the beautiful dish that was in front of him. The simple and elegant aesthetics of the plate immediately conquered him and he shifted his attention away from the plate of shrimp in his hands. He shoved the remaining plate of large fried shrimp into Hou Xiaoliang's hands and used a pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish meat. Immediately, the tender and savory taste of the food invaded his mouth, tantalizing his taste buds. It was truly too delicious. It was fragrant and tasty and the two types of different meat complimented each other perfectly as if they were meant to be together. The food was so delicious that it was hard for a person to stop eating.
The dishes afterwards all satisfied the raging glutton within Zhu Junyang's stomach. He ate and ate until his belly was about to burst. Only then did he finally reluctantly put down his pair of chopsticks in defeat. His lass's food was seriously too good. If he could eat this kind of food very day, then he would have a very fortunate life. Unfortunately, cooking was too exhausting. Not only did she have to prepare all of the ingredients but many of the cooking processes were also time consuming. Furthermore, the kitchen was full of high heat and oily smoke. In the summer, the heat was almost unbearable, like you were being steamed alive. How could he bear to let his little lass endure such conditions all the time? Forget it, in the future, he needed to reign in his inner glutton in order to avoid making his little lass suffer too much.
Hou Xiaoliang had truly benefited from following his master around today! His future mistress's culinary talents were heavenly! Even the imperial chefs in the palace likely wouldn't be able to make food as delicious as the food she made today. He was so envious of his master. In the future, his master would be able to eat scrumptious food like this every day ah! That wouldn't do. He needed to cling himself shamelessly to his master in order to find other opportunities like today. Perhaps on days when his master was in a good mood, he'd be rewarded a few dishes here and there. That would truly be the fortune of a lifetime for him!
That was right! Wutong wasn't getting any younger. Shouldn't he beg his future mistress for a favor and have her engage Wutong to him? His future mistress's culinary talents were so good, so shouldn't the maids by her side also be very good at cooking too ah? Then...in the future, wouldn't he be living in the lap of foodie luxury?
Hou Xiaoliang happily fell into his own thoughts. However, how could he know that the maids under Xiaocao, other than Yangliu who had the talent and desire to learn more, were all dunces in the kitchen? In fact, Xiaocao often felt that they were pulling her back when they tried to help her prepare ingredients in the kitchen, which said volumes about their actual cooking abilities. Wutong, for example, might not even know how to properly cook rice! Thus, Hou Xiaoliang's silly fantasies were quite off the mark!
