Ancient natural disasters: The whole family traveled through time and was almost wiped out

Chapter 64

Every time the master orders a dish like this, three or four people have to work in the kitchen to serve the dish on time. It's so complicated!

That would be fine, but if by chance you buy a snail that hasn't spit out all the sand, you really can't do anything or not -

If you don’t do it, you’ll be scolded.

Do it, the master will get a mouthful of sand, hurt his teeth and get beaten!

I didn't expect that the young lady from the master's family would be so kind. Not only is she easy to talk to, she also likes to eat snails!

"Then make it tomorrow night. Make more and put more garlic in it. My dad loves it."

Morning is not a good time to eat snails, there are still many things to do!

The snails are being eaten in a hurry, it's really a waste!

"Master likes to eat too? Great!"

Very good! Very good!

The fat chef responded hurriedly. As a chef, his greatest value is to make his master like to eat and to make his master happy while eating.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried fish.

The fried fish, golden on both sides, looks delicious, crispy and crunchy. If sprinkled with some salt and pepper...

Jiang Xiaomi's consciousness sank into space, she poured the pepper and salt powder on the oil paper, wrapped it up, and handed it to the fat cook: "Uncle Fat, sprinkle this pepper and salt on the fried fish after it comes out of the pan, it tastes delicious."

"Yes, miss." The fat cook took it but did not open it immediately.

"I'm leaving now, let's have dinner early!"

Jiang Xiaomi was about to leave when she saw a servant carrying a plate of snails to change the water. An idea suddenly occurred to her, and the familiar smell came to her mind: "Uncle Fatty, can you make snail noodles?"

"Screw...noodles? A new food in the capital?" The fat chef had never heard of this kind of food.

"Uh... sort of. Is it a food made of rice flour?"

"Rice noodles? Do you mean Liuzhou vermicelli? Those are made with rice milk."

“Yes, yes, we are Liuzhou fans!”

"I understand. I wonder if you can describe what it tastes like and what ingredients it contains." The fat cook felt that it was a bit difficult for Miss Guan to tell him the steps of how to cook the food.

"The taste is hard to describe... The ingredients are very simple, just snails... That is, field snails. If there are no field snails, I think stone snails should be... OK too, right?"

The fat chef didn't even know how to make snail rice noodle, so how could he know if stone snails would work? He thought for a moment and said, "We'll know if it works after we give it a try!"

"Just give it a try! Add chili peppers and various spices to make soup with stone snails and pork bones. The soup is the key to whether the snail noodles are delicious. Another key ingredient is sour bamboo shoots. Can you pickle them?"

"Yes! Uncle Chen had several sacks of bamboo shoots brought back and they are being pickled for later use!"

A disaster is about to happen, and the most important thing for a cook like him is how to cook the ingredients and how to keep them for a long time.

Bamboo shoots can be made into dried bamboo shoots or pickled bamboo shoots.

Fish, dried fish, and made fish jelly.

Vegetables, dried vegetables, pickled cabbage, and made pickles.

"Ah? It hasn't been marinated yet? Then all my telling you so much was in vain." Jiang Xiaomi's appetite was aroused, and she swallowed unconsciously: "I'm telling you, slightly spicy snail noodles, with fried pork trotters, fried duck feet, sour bamboo shoots, fungus, fried peanuts, raw green vegetables, and cilantro and chopped green onions... Never mind, I won't say more, I'll send you the spices and recipe later."

After Jiang Xiaomi finished speaking, she ran out of the kitchen like a dog. If she was a second slower, she was afraid that she would use her identity as a "young lady" to force the chef to make her a bowl of snail noodles.

Some people think that snail noodles are very smelly and one snail noodle shop can stink up the whole street. Some people think that they are extremely fragrant and there is no food in the world more delicious than them.

Jiang Xiaomi is of course the latter!

It’s so painful, no snail noodles to eat!

Jiang Xiaomi's tears flowed two feet away.

"Master?" Xiao Shun, the fat cook's apprentice, put down the snails that had been replaced with water, and said anxiously, "Is the young lady angry? Will we be punished?"

The fat cook pretended to be a small fish while glaring at his stupid apprentice in annoyance: "Do you have a pig brain? Have you ever seen an angry master run away by himself?"

Then he sighed again, "It's unfortunate but also fortunate that you follow me, your master. After changing hands several times, you finally met such a kind master. Serve the master well and stop thinking about these nonsense."

"I understand, Master!" Xiao Shun nodded repeatedly.

The fat cook and his servants had been working in the Jiang family's old house for more than half a year. The old master, the old mistress, and the second and third masters were all kind people and had never been harsh to them, their servants.

Although he had only met the old man for a few days, from the few words he heard while helping with work in the past two days, he knew that he was a very kind person. Not only was he capable, but he also cared about the whole village, young and old.

The eldest lady doesn't have any airs at all!

The people who suffered the most during the disaster years were the servants who had no freedom. They were hungry and cold, but still had to serve their masters. If one of them failed to serve well, he would be kicked out and left alone. How could he survive? If the whole family was kicked out, he would truly be ashamed of his ancestors!

Unexpectedly, at the last minute, I got lucky.

According to the fat cook's survival experience of moving around in various wealthy families, if this master follows closely, the whole family can survive. Even if they don't have enough to eat or eat well, as long as they can survive, it's fine.

Once this thought came to his mind, he couldn't stop it. In order to make his master see his own value, the fat chef used all his skills.

I was still thinking about the snail noodles that the young lady mentioned - I would pickle the bamboo shoots tonight and try to let the young lady eat snail noodles as soon as possible.

“Ah Qiu, ah Qiu—”

The fat cook overexerted himself when he smelled the pepper and salt powder Jiang Xiaomi gave him. A pungent smell went straight to his head, and he sneezed a dozen times in a row.

If he hadn't run to the door quickly, the pot of fried fish would have been ruined by his saliva!

What kind of seasoning is this? The young lady said it was salt? Pepper salt? Made of pepper and salt?

No wonder it's so pungent!

Although it tastes pungent, it is really delicious when paired with this little fish!

Jiang Xiaomi stared at the plate of fried fish for dinner, eating one bite at a time.

The next day, the fat chef made clam and lean meat porridge, with some dried radish and pickled vegetables. After eating, Jiang Xiaomi went up the mountain.

She really wanted to go with them to collect the traps, but Jiang Xiubai insisted on dragging her to pick the wicks.

Jiang Xiugao also came. Today he was determined to earn 188 cents and then hide 100 cents to avenge his father who confiscated all his money yesterday.

There were much fewer people going up the mountain early this morning.

One reason is that people are needed to process the fish caught yesterday, pickle them and cure them.

Secondly, the large logs that the patrol team chopped down yesterday needed to be split into pieces and carried back to the woodshed for proper arrangement.

In the purely manual era, no matter what you do, it is extremely time-consuming in terms of manpower and material resources.

Fortunately, the traps we set yesterday caught a lot of prey.

Just the various birds and sparrows filled a whole load. Although the meat was little, it was still meat!