Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Yong'anfang Jiang Family

Jiang Shangxian did not sleep well.

At first she wanted to sleep but couldn't. When she finally fell asleep, she woke up with a start. She knew that it was because of the aches in her body and the fright she had today.

After doing this several times, she couldn't help feeling a little irritated, and felt a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen. She quietly got out of bed and sat on the toilet. She farted twice, and then a warm current came, which successfully woke her up from her sleepiness.

She looked down in disbelief and found that she was having her period!

Her mind went blank for a moment. This was the first time in more than half a year. She wiped herself quietly, stood up decisively, and went outside to seek help with her pants held up.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

Fourteen and a half years old is the perfect age for menstruation!

Jiang's mother, who was dozing in the kitchen, was so delighted when she heard this that she ran into the house to get her a menstrual belt. "Our Nian slave has grown up! This Yue Lao Temple is quite impressive!"

Jiang Shangxian: "..."

Although this is a good thing, there is no need to jump back and forth like this.

With her mother's personality, she wouldn't survive more than two rounds in a werewolf game.

The next day, because of the important matter of coming to Kuishui, Jiang Shangxian's early exercise plan fell through. He ate breakfast lazily, put his boning knife in his pocket and went out to work.

In the small courtyard behind Lexian Building, blocks of potato starch had been dried. When she walked into the small kitchen, her three apprentices were holding a discussion around tofu covered with white hair.

The central content is whether this thing can kill people.

"Of course not! Haven't we tried the lamb chops with fermented bean curd?" Wang Wan licked his lips. He loved meat very much and didn't feel tired of it even after eating it for two days.

Li Meng said solemnly, "Maybe it's a chronic disease. Don't worry. It's only been a few days, so it's not obvious yet."

"That shouldn't be possible, right? Didn't Master say that she likes to eat fermented bean curd with porridge at home?" Zhou Ying wasn't sure either, but he cherished the opportunity to learn from a master the most, so he subconsciously spoke for his master.

"Ahem." Jiang Shangxian coughed twice, reminding them that she was a living person standing here, so they should stop teasing her behind her back.

"Master!" The three of them stood up quickly. Wang Wan attentively poured her a glass of cherry juice. "Master, are you tired after all this journey? I and my two junior brothers have already dried the potato starch. The sun is good today, so I think it will be ready in two days at most."

Jiang Shangxian was indeed a little tired from walking, mainly because it was too hot. In ordinary places, guests were prepared with black plum drinks, but this cherry drink was brewed every day by Lexianlou at that time. Since they were rich enough, they gave it to guests for free, so naturally they had to have it in the kitchen.

The cherries at that time were different from those of today. Each one was about the size of a woman's thumbnail, red and yellow in color. These were the first batch, and the taste was slightly sour. Eating them directly would hit the soul, but the taste was different after adding sugar and boiling them.

She took it and drank it all, smacking her lips. It was indeed much better than the herbal drink.

"How are those tofu hairs growing?"

Wang Wan thought of the tofu he had just watched and said uncertainly, "It should be considered excellent, right?"

The main thing is that he doesn't know what it means to grow well. This thing is like a disease. If you don't pay attention, it will grow a full layer in one night, which looks creepy.

Jiang Shangxian walked over, bent down, and took a look. "Alright, remember everything. Just grow up to this standard in the future."

"Yes, Master."

"How's the soup base I asked you to look after yesterday?"

Things in the kitchen have to be arranged and no time should be wasted. For example, now, the last step before plating is to put the ingredients into the prepared Lao Foye soup and boil them.

Li Meng saw her asking and quickly picked up a wine jar: "Master, it's all here."

"Bring everything here, just wait for the next step."

To be honest, this thing is really not difficult, it just takes time. Put all ten ingredients into a wine jar, cover it with dried lotus leaves, tie it tightly with a rope, and put it on a small clay stove to boil for four hours.

During this period, Jiang Shangxian began to direct her apprentices to make rose fermented bean curd. Although she did not have dysmenorrhea, she still couldn't help feeling a little lazy. In addition, she did not sleep well last night, so she didn't want to move at this time.

But when it was time for dinner, no matter how lazy she was, she had to stand up and go to work. The three apprentices didn't dare to prepare food for the guests directly, and the shopkeeper Wang was unwilling to do so either. As the shopkeeper, he naturally tasted what they cooked.

It can only be said that they are worse than Jiang Shangxian's in every aspect. Lexianlou is rich and willing to spend ingredients to let them practice, but they absolutely cannot serve the same food to customers, otherwise it will ruin their reputation.

Which is more important, a little bit of food or reputation? People who can do business well will never be confused.

After a long lunch, Master Jiang suddenly had an idea at 1:00 PM. He slapped his forehead, dropped the sumptuous staff meal, and rushed into the kitchen. The three apprentices looked at each other, but Wang Wan was the one who got excited. He slapped his forehead, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and pulled his two apprentice brothers to his side, saying, "Hurry up, Master's new dish is ready!"

Seeing the anxious look of the four masters and apprentices, their colleagues who were having dinner together couldn't help but stop what they were doing, and then all looked at Manager Wang.

Shopkeeper Wang lived up to everyone's expectations and excitedly followed with his bowl of rice, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

Oh my god, it's finally done. What kind of dish can be cooked for two days? He didn't sleep well last night and asked his fat nephew, but the boy threw up his hands and said, "I don't know."

Look, this kid who seemed quite smart before, when asked what dish he was going to cook, he said he didn’t know!

Absolutely outrageous!

In fact, everyone in the building knew something about Jiang Shangxian making a new dish. Even though they were not in the same kitchen, they were still colleagues after all. Not only did they live next door, but they even took the ingredients from the big kitchen yesterday morning!

As a result, they waited in the kitchen for a whole day but didn't hear any new dishes were cooked, so they thought it was a failure.

They also took the time to chat for a while. After all, new dishes are not easy to make, otherwise all the restaurants in Chang'an would be serving new dishes every day.

Colleagues in the same department with the same position can be in competition, let alone people like them. Although they haven't taken any specific action, they are actually happy to see Jiang Shangxian make a fool of himself.

Otherwise, they have all been in this business for many years, and they are outdone by a fourteen-year-old girl. How can they survive in the future?

Shopkeeper Wang and Jiang Shangxian agreed to mention her to the guests. Although he would not take the initiative to talk to others, whenever someone asked about the three new dishes, he would mention it in time: They were made by Aunt Jiang, the new chef at Lexianlou.

As for why Jiang Shangxian's mission has not been completed yet, one reason is that the time is too short, and the second is that although the three new dishes are novel and taste good, the ingredients are too ordinary.

Most of the wealthy people who come to Lexianlou for dinner like the most complicated style, with high-end ingredients and complicated craftsmanship. There is no wildlife protection law here, so as long as you can afford it, you can eat tigers, bears and leopards as much as you want.

The chefs exchanged glances, hesitating whether to go and take a look, but since they were not invited, they were too embarrassed to go over on their own.

Just as they were staring at each other, two men in official uniforms walked in from outside. The leader was Cui Bianxu, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

"Shaoqing Cui is here! Come in!"

A waiter who had recognized him came forward to greet him. With Cui Bianxu's financial strength, he had civil servants' meals for lunch and usually spent his evenings out. If he hadn't been too busy recently, he would also be a high-level VIP of Lexianlou.

"No need. I came here today to look for someone."

Cui Bianxu had already eaten lunch in the Dali Temple canteen at this time. Thinking of having lunch in the Dali Temple canteen with his boss at noon, he couldn't help rubbing his nose.

It's nothing, it's just too unpalatable.

For a young man from an aristocratic family like him who grew up in luxury, the ordinary meals in the Dali Temple cafeteria were tantamount to torture, but the rules of the Tang Dynasty government agencies were just so crappy.

At noon, they had to eat at the unit. According to the rules of the Dali Temple, the two Shaoqing and the Dali Temple Minister had to eat together. Unless they were out on official business, no one was allowed to sneak out to cook for themselves. If one of them sneaked out, the remaining two had to put down their chopsticks and wait for that person to come back before they could eat together.

Otherwise, he would have to throw a tantrum and even go to the emperor to complain. Otherwise, he might have to take sick leave continuously to express that he was humiliated.

"Who is Cui Shaoqing looking for?" High-end restaurants also have professional ethics. Even if you don't spend money, the waiters will still treat VIPs with respect.

Cong Jinghai is blatantly hostile to the rich. He doesn't come to this place more than twice a year. Those guys don't even know who the idiot he is. Humph!

"Is there a new young lady named Jiang here? Take me to see her."