After silently reciting about one hundred and eighty times in my heart, Lin Yu'an uncovered the lid of the pot.

A layer of translucent rice noodles, like gauze, spread thinly on the bamboo nest.

This was made by her specially made of raw and cooked rice paste.

Because it is used to wrap fried dough sticks and fillings, it is made slightly thicker than the rice noodles I usually eat.

The little fat man immediately remembered what he saw in "Qimin Yaoshu", "This is like making Longkanji."

Lin Yuan was stunned.

The video I saw in my dream did introduce this aspect. She smiled and said, "That's right, it evolved from Longkanci. Ah Xian is so amazing!"

"Hehe, that's pretty."

The little fat man blushed.

I am also more looking forward to this gold-clad silver-stained intestine.

On the other side, Hongling had already cooked the chopped shredded radish, but it was not very tasty due to time.

Lin Yuan had no choice but to take out a can of big sauce, brush a thin layer on the bean skin, and then wrap the shredded radish.

Then stuff it into the fried dough sticks.

Fortunately, Qian Chu Niang is good at frying fried dough sticks, and the hole in the middle is quite large and there is no need to spend any effort to splice it.

Then use the fried dough sticks cut into long strips, wrap the fried dough sticks, and make them one by one and put them on a plate.

Finally, drizzle with a special oil sauce.

A plate of white rice crust and a golden gold-wrapped silver-stained intestines in the middle was ready.

The little fat man raised his head in confusion and looked at Lin Yuan.

"What's wrong?"

He pointed to the plate and asked, "It is obviously made of white leather and covered with golden fried dough sticks. It should be called silver-brown gold."

Lin Yu'an: "..."

You are a selves!

She said bluntly: "Eat quickly, if you don't eat, we'll share it!"

"No, this is mine!"

The little fat man immediately held the chopsticks in one hand and the plate in the other, turned his back to them and started eating.

The soft rice crust, in addition to the abundant rice fragrance, also has a touch of bamboo fragrance, which slides into the stomach immediately along the salty oil sauce.

The crispy fried dough sticks and soft bean skin make people feel a sense of chewing.

It was a little spicy at first, but soon it started to return to the sweet shredded radish, which diluted the greasy taste of the oily flowers.

This gold-wrapped silver silk intestine is crisp and flexible, with sweet and salty flavor, and it coexists with taste and taste, making it unforgettable.

The little fat man narrowed his eyes happily.

After eating two in a row, he suddenly stopped and stared at the plate in a daze.

Xixi, who was staring at her, immediately asked, "Are you full?"

When she was talking, her little hand had already reached out, and as soon as the fat man said yes, she could take the plate away directly.

"no."

The little fat man responded softly.

Lin Yuan and Cheng Rongrong realized something was different and asked, "Then why don't you eat it? Are you tired of it?"

The little fat man shook his head slightly.

"Sister An'an, can I take the rest back for my mother to eat?"

"Ah?" Lin Yuan was surprised. "Of course it's okay. It's just that it's cold when you take it back. Remember to steam it when you eat it again, but the taste may not be better than it is now."

The little fat dun smiled happily and said, "Thank you, Sister An An!"

Because I was afraid that the taste would be bad if I was slower, Xiaopang asked Qinghe to help him pack the food box and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that Yang Xian hated the palace banquet in the novel.

Although her arrival may have changed the development of some things, some people or things she has not contacted may continue on the original trajectory.

So she carefully reminded: "Axian, remember to bring the little bottle I gave you. If something goes wrong, do you know how to use it?"

The little fat man nodded: "I know!"

...

Back at Prince An's Mansion, the little fat man hugged the food box and quickly ran to the main courtyard.

Yuan Qi followed him carefully.

"Young Master, I will hold you over, that will be faster."

"don't want!"

The little fat man's answer was firm and powerful.

Yuan Qi curled his lips, this is what my elder brother said about the rebellious period?!

Princess An, who is making leather guards for her son, looked up and asked the nanny beside her, "I seem to hear Axian's voice?"

Madam Qian smiled and said, "I heard it too, so I should be coming in soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little fat man ran in panting and blushing.

"Mother, I brought you something delicious!"

Princess An quickly put down the things in her hand, picked up a handkerchief to help Xiaopang wipe the sweat off her forehead, "Why are you running so fast? The clothes are so wet. Madam Qian goes to get the clothes to change them to Axian."

"yes."

"Yuan Qi, you are the same, why don't you look at it?"

Yuan Qi murmured in a low voice: "I've seen it."

"Mother, this is made by Sister An'an's gold...silver-wrapped gold-silk intestines, which are made of two dishes that we have never eaten before."

At this time, Madam Qian had already brought her clothes over.

Princess An immediately took it over and then pulled Xiaopang to change her clothes, "Axian, this is so rude, it's okay to eat it yourself, why did you get it back?"

"Sister An An said it's okay!"

"That's why Miss Lin is a good person, so you won't be like this in the future."

The little fat dungeon pouted, "I just want my mother to try it. The silver-packed gold-stained intestine tastes very special!"

"Okay, just change your clothes and try it."

"Ah, no!"

The little fat man suddenly shouted.

Princess An lit his forehead and said, "Why can't it work again? I regret it, I don't want my mother to eat it."

"No, Sister An An said it's not delicious if it's cold. You need to steam it again. Madam Qian, please take it to the kitchen."

Madam Qian replied with a smile: "Yes."

After the things were brought in again, Princess An looked at it curiously, "Is this silver-packed gold-silk intestine a vegetarian dish?"

"Hehe, yes, the one on the outside is rice crust, and the one on the middle is called fried dough sticks, which are very crispy!"

Then he said what he saw in the kitchen and what Lin Yuan introduced one by one.

Still word-of-mouth.

"So it was left to Ah Xian for his mother. I must try it well." Princess An gently picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

She also felt the collision of salty fragrance and sweetness, but the crispy aroma of the fried dough sticks disappeared.

"How is it, how is it?"

The little fat man looked at her with anticipation.

"The taste is really good, but the thing called fried dough sticks in the middle is not very crisp."

"Oh, Sister An An also said that after steaming it again, it will not be as delicious as it has just been prepared."

A hint of regret appeared on the little fat man's face.

Princess An kissed him and smiled with relief and said, "My mother understands Axian's feelings."

"Hehe, then mother will eat quickly!"

"good."

Princess An has never had a big appetite, and the fried dough sticks were still fried food. In the end, there was still a piece left. The little fat man who hadn't enjoyed it, ate it directly.

Because the mouth was a little dry after eating, the mother and son drank another bowl of lotus seed soup.

Princess An quietly touched her belly.

"I'm full, so I can't eat anything at the evening palace banquet."

The fat guy immediately looked disgusted.

“It’s not delicious anyway.”
Chapter completed!