Baozi Xishi's Struggle

Chapter 315: Flowers blooming in water, magical boiled cabbage

He grabbed Yang Chi and whispered, "Hey, hey, hey, Yang Laoliu, why are you so anxious? No one is competing with you for it."

"I saved this dish specially for you. It's all yours."

"Didn't you see that Miss Shen's two dishes were almost ready?"

"Let's start with the elegant and then the vulgar. You are a fourth-rank official after all, so can you be a little more reserved?"

Yang Chi glanced towards Shen Yu.

Indeed, Miss Shen was already opening the lid of the steamer.

Thinking that everyone was already sitting in the kitchen, there was no need to rush, he coughed lightly, straightened his face, and sat back on the bench with a calm and composed look.

Lu Zheng couldn't help laughing when he saw Yang Chi's anxious look.

In front of Lu Lang, he was too embarrassed to tease his friend out loud, and his beard trembled from holding it in. He was so happy in his heart: "Haha, you Yang Laoliu, you have come to this day too."

"Perhaps only at this time can you control your hot temper."

Shen Yu had no idea that the two adults behind him were engaged in an argument and were still doing their work in an orderly manner.

After opening the steamer, he used a cloth towel to bring out the soup plate with cabbage, put it aside to cool slightly, and then took out the two stewing pots.

He picked up the boiling copper kettle next to him, picked up two small rapeseeds grown in clear water with bamboo chopsticks, and placed them in the empty soup plate.

Blanch the rapeseed in boiling broth, open the stewing pots, and carefully put a head of rapeseed in each stewing pot.

Then, gently place a red wolfberry as bright as a gem in the middle of the chrysanthemum tofu.

The chrysanthemum tofu is ready.

Put the lid on the stew pot and place it on the tray, then put two deep soup plates on it.

Use a soup spoon to scoop up the cabbage that is no longer so hot and has been shaped, and use bamboo chopsticks to help. Then carefully stand it in the center of the deep soup plate, like a plump lotus bud.

After finishing all this, Shen Yu picked up the tray, took a few steady steps, and placed the tray on the dining table. He placed a stew pot and a soup plate in front of the two adults respectively.

Yang Chi stared at the tightly closed thing in front of him that looked like a flower bud. He looked at Lu Zheng who was looking forward to it with a puzzled look, then looked at Shen Yu and asked, "What is this?"

Shen Yu smiled slightly and said crisply, "Please wait a moment, sir."

He turned around, put down the tray, picked up the copper kettle, and slowly poured water over the flower buds.

As the clear soup continued to flow, the flower bud slowly opened like a real flower.

When the soup plate was eight-tenths full and covered the cabbage at the bottom of the soup, Shen Yu stopped.

The three people watching nearby did not speak, make a sound, or move.

Shen Yu had no choice but to say, "This is boiled cabbage, please enjoy it, sir."

Then Yang Chixian exhaled and kept praising: "This is too magical, the soup base can actually bloom, is it made by boiling water?"

"Girl, he has another plate over there, you should clear it too, I didn't see it clearly just now."

When Lu Zheng first heard Shen Yu say that the broth in boiled cabbage was as clear as water, he thought it was an exaggeration.

At most, it is clearer than common broth, but in any case it can never be as clear as a bowl of boiled water.

I didn't expect that until I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that what the girl said was true.

The poured clear soup really sounded like boiled water. It was served in a white jade porcelain soup plate, blending perfectly with the color of the white porcelain. If it weren't for the steam still coming out, it would seem as if there was no water in it.

At this time, he heard Yang Chi urging him, and then he realized, "Yes, yes, rush the plate in front of me as well."

Shen Yu picked up the copper kettle and did the same thing. This time, even Lu Lang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but move closer.

When the soup was full, Shen Yu stepped back with the copper kettle. Lu Lang stepped forward to open the stew pot for the two of them, put the spoon and silver chopsticks in place, and said respectfully, "Uncle Yang, please enjoy. Father, please enjoy."

Lu Zheng nodded, and Lu Lang stepped aside.

Yang Chi, however, held the silver chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other. He looked at the chrysanthemums in the stew pot over here, and then at the lotus in the soup plate over there. For a moment, he was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks and ruin the beautiful scenery before him.

Lu Zheng ignored all this and took the spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup. He blew it carefully and drank it.

As soon as he took a sip, Lu Zheng's eyes widened.

He is not a foodie, and the food he eats is all right, with light taste and he is not picky.

After eating vegetarian food several times, I found that vegetarian food was more appetizing, good for health and good for the body, so I just started eating vegetarian food.

But today, when I took a sip of the clear soup, the taste was so delicious that it was hard to describe.

Even in the capital, the thick soup made in the so-called best restaurants could not compare to this taste.

It tastes light and refreshing at first, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that it has a rich flavor and a long aftertaste.

He then scooped another spoonful, without even raising his head, just savoured it.

Yang Chi admired the beautiful appearance of the two soup dishes carefully before he realized that his friend, who usually had no interest in food, was concentrating on drinking the soup.

Soup?

Isn’t this just boiled water? What’s so good about boiled water?

Could it be that Lu Lao Er has become so much of a vegetarian that even boiled water tastes good to him?

Yang Chi muttered secretly in his heart, picked up the spoon hesitantly, and scooped a spoonful of "boiling water" from the soup plate in front of him.

Soon, his expression became similar to Lu Zheng's opposite. He said nothing and also started eating.

Although Lu Zheng, who was standing by, knew that this was clear soup, he couldn't help but feel a little greedy when he saw his father and Uncle Yang drinking it with relish.

At this time, Qixi had already fried the first pot of meat skewers, put them in a strainer to drain the oil, and then started putting the remaining half of the meat skewers into the pot.

Shen Yu saw that the meat skewers on the Internet were ready to eat, so he took them, sprinkled some condiments on them, and placed them on a large tray. Lu Lang quietly took them and brought them over.

The two people were busy enjoying the delicious food and only then noticed the presence of Lu Lang, a junior, beside them.

Lu Zheng looked over at Qixi and saw that the second pot of meat skewers was almost done, so he said, "Xiao Si, bring the casserole steamed meat over."

"After the skewers are fried, there's no need to sprinkle any seasoning on them. Just leave them over there to drain the oil, and we'll sprinkle the seasoning on them when we eat them."

"Ask Qixi to go to the dining hall and bring over the wheat gluten pancake on the table. Your uncle Yang likes it the most."

"You can take Miss Shen to the front for dinner. Your uncle Yang and I will eat slowly here. There is no need for anyone to serve us."

Lu Lang agreed, went to the charcoal stove, opened the steamer, and reached out to take the casserole.

Shen Yu was standing nearby. Seeing this, he quickly reached out and tugged at Lu Lang's sleeve, whispering, "Be careful of the burns. Use a cloth to pad your hands."

"Let me take it. You put the curtain on the table."

As he said this, he took a cloth to pad the casserole and brought it to the dining table, and even left the cloth next to it: "The casserole is very hot, so be careful when you take off the lid."