After having a meal at Mrs. Yue's house, the two families agreed to let A Yao follow Yingniang to study at the beginning of the next year, and have a banquet for the guests and guests.

Ying's family also wanted to worship his ancestors, and Wangyue and the others stayed here soon and said goodbye to go back.

"Bird's Nest and I are rootless people with duckweed. There is nothing to worship. Where are you?" Wangyue led A Yao back, and she sighed softly, with endless melancholy.

A Yao held Wangyue's hand tightly. Her home was in the lower reaches of the long river of time, but she was already standing in the upper reaches of time. Maybe her ancestors were not born yet. Her parents were so good that the fragrance on the pillar was unlucky. The more she thought about it, she became more and more amused and laughed. She held Wangyue's hand and acted coquettishly: "I don't, Master, I will have my bird's nest in the future. Today is the winter solstice. Should I have a good meal?"

"You little greedy cat, don't just eat." Wangyue knocked A Yao's forehead. "After the beginning of spring, you can learn to read and study with Yingniang. If you can't study well, don't think about learning from me."

"Abide by the teacher's order!"

The two of them smiled and went to the vegetable market first. The mutton dealer saw that it was Wangyue and greeted him. He took two pieces of mutton wrapped in mulberry paper from the back of the stall and handed them over.

Wangyue explained to A Yao on the way back, "...it's the meat stall we often buy, and they are all old acquaintances. If you go early in the future, you can carefully pay attention to his method of cutting meat. The cook Ding cuts the cow, which is like this - the master of the red case who is slaughtering meat, day after day after year, and his knife skills are perfect. Bird's nest is a child from Shuobei. He is used to eating mutton soup when he comes to the winter solstice. But Mrs. Yue and I made an appointment today. There is too much time for mutton soup, but we can make mutton hotpot."

Lamb Shabu!

"Okay!" A Yao remembered the taste of mutton hotpot, and her saliva suddenly became sucked. She swallowed her desperately. Not long after she finished eating, she felt hungry again.

"Let's make red bean glutinous rice again. What about you? What did you make at home in the past?"

"Dolce balls, bean paste or sesame stuffing, eat a bowl of rice balls for dinner, it's delicious." A Yao said. This is their tradition. They eat rice balls in the winter solstice, the Little New Year, the Spring Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the Mid-Autumn Festival. They eat it in the meaning of reunion.

Wangyue smiled, counted the dishes to be prepared tonight, and went home to shout the bird's nest: "Everyone needs to help today, don't be lazy."

The three of them entered the kitchen. Wangyue called both of them first and assigned them tasks. Mutton was a big dish, but red beans, glutinous rice and dumplings could be placed backwards. The bird's nest was older and was responsible for the mixing of sauces, while A Yao was responsible for the side dishes. But before that, she taught the two to recognize meat.

Both portions of mutton were wrapped in mulberry paper, and a red letter was posted, which reads the mutton on it, and the other portion reads the mutton on it.

When I opened it, there were only a few pieces of brain on the sheep, which was less than half a pound. A Yao pointed to the red paper and black letters and asked: "Is the brain on the sheep a sheep's brain? But it doesn't look like it."

The red meat and white fat are interspersed with natural patterns like marble. Just looking at it, I feel that the meat is cooked tender and plump.

Wangyue picked up the mutton and showed it to A Yao and bird's nest: "This is the meat on the back of the black-headed and white ram that was castrated outside the frontier. The meat is delicate. The most important thing is that it is not fishy or smelly. It is the best food for shabu meat. A sheep can't produce a few taels. The 'ke' written here is the tip of the sheep's buttocks, the front legs of the sheep, and the long muscles of the hind legs. This is called cucumber strips. These places can be eaten with shabu, but there are no other places suitable for shabu food."

The fat meat on the buttocks of the sheep are interspersed, and the tendons are all tender meat. The meat on the front legs of the sheep are like a shoulder pole, which is more thin and less fat. There are also cucumber strips. The name is because they look like two connected cucumber strips. The color is light red. The fibers of the two oblique strips must be removed, and the remaining are all tender lean meat.

These meats are only more than one pound together, and the portions are very small. Then put them in the pot and rinse them...

A Yao looked at Wangyue in confusion and asked her questions. Then she saw Wangyue and Bird's Nest cover their mouths and laughing secretly. Bird's Nest pushed her aside and left the home court to her own girl: "Yaozhu, you're waiting to see it, don't blink."

Wangyue picked up the dagger, and A Yao's eyes fell on her white and slender fingers. She removed the tendons of the mutton, cut the spatula diagonally, and used the knife as if it was flying!

There was no sound in the kitchen, but every time the knife suddenly appeared, A Yao's eyes did not blink. She cut more than a pound of meat into ten pieces. Finally, she picked up the mutton and went evenly on the blue and blue glass plate, as if it was blooming, as thin as paper, each piece was even, with fat and thinness. Looking at the moon, she used water radish to carve a chrysanthemum. When her hands raised, the radish flowers fell steadily in the middle of the glass plate.

"What a nice view."

A Yao stared blankly.

"Okay, let's leave the rest to you, Yaozhu, don't stand there, move quickly." Wangyue clapped her hands.

A Yao is responsible for the side dishes - sliced ​​frozen tofu, water-producing vermicelli, Chinese cabbage head and sour cabbage, and finally serves white ginger with a small dish. They used to pickle the white ginger and sour cabbage. They used to pickle them up and can be taken out immediately.

When she finished, the bird's nest was busy collecting seasonings. The green, white and red plates were placed on the table, and there was a jar of sesame paste and braised shrimp oil next to it. "Yaozhu, you're here just right. I'll fry some pepper oil, and you can help mix the sauce."

Wangyue boiled the mushroom soup and released sea rice, and the glutinous rice and red beans were also soaked in the water. When the seasonings for the mutton hotpot were ready, the glutinous rice could be prepared.

Taking advantage of this time, she came to A Yao's side, and most of the small bowls on the table had sauce.

Put chopped green onion, minced ginger, garlic, and leek flowers on a small plate. Seeing her having fun making the sauce, Wangyue picked up a small bowl of sesame paste and tasted it. "The sesame paste is well-made, neither thick nor thin, and the taste is moderate. You add more soup to grind the sauce and grind it into a paste. The little bird's nest loves this bite. The dipping sauce for mutton is also particular. The soy sauce is naturally dried and the beans are full, almost impossible; the vinegar is smoked vinegar produced in Qingxu, Shanxi; the pepper oil is freshly fried, and the braised shrimp oil is indispensable, it tastes fresh."

After returning from the afternoon until the sun sets, the three of them walked out of the kitchen.

The middle part of the round table is naturally a red copper shabu shabu. A layer of tin, mutton slices, frozen tofu, water-produced vermicelli, finely cut sour cabbage, and tender cabbage heads are served one after another. When the sauce of large and small bowls of sauce was placed on it, the table was filled with the rest.

Wangyue brought out the rice wine she brewed and opened the jar. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers was pleasant, and the bird's nest and A Yao both shared a small cup of wine.

"May our days be better and better every year!"

Wangyue raised his glass, A Yao and Bird's Nest wished each other, and the three cups met crisply. A Yao took a sip and stuck out her tongue, which was spicy!

"Yaozhu, you can't drink well. Your face turns red when you brush it. Look at the bird's nest, your face doesn't change after eating."

The snow was flying outside the house, the fragrance was everywhere, and the sky was in full swing.
Chapter completed!