The next morning, Qing Yan arrived at the noodle shop, but the front yard wasn’t yet open, so he directly knocked on the backyard door, which Yaya opened for him. He wasn’t shy about making his request to Xiao Yu.
"I’d like so of your thousand-layer pancake, Spicy Soup, and Vegetable Dumplings, with so extra youtiao. Make more so I can take so ho for my family to try. They tried it yesterday and loved it, and now they want to eat your cooking every day."
If Qing Yan had only ntioned the first half, Xiao Yu might have told him to "scram," but his following words imdiately changed her attitude.
She thoughtfully asked if Spicy Soup might be too stimulating for the sick and suggested substituting it with tofu pudding.
Since she had soaked tofu beans yesterday, she had planned to teach her apprentices how to make tofu pudding this morning, and he had tid his visit perfectly.
After several tests, she discovered that Qing Yan was quite tolerant of her, so she boldly started to act out with him. Their relationship resembled the one they had initially ford on the island—where he worked, and she cooked; if he didn’t work, she had a reason not to cook for him.
Sure enough, Qing Yan didn’t refuse, "You decide what to make. From now on, I’ll eat all three als a day here. I’ve had enough of your noodles. Make sothing different until you co up with new dishes."
Hearing this, the apprentices 1234 showed excitent and gratitude behind her—they thought their lord could never tire of the food, but even he had his limits, which was a relief.
Xiao Yu ignored him. Qing Yan found a place to sit by himself, recalling yesterday’s mushy noodles, and asked out of curiosity,
"What else did you put in yesterday’s noodles besides noodles and vegetables? What was that yellow mushy stuff? It didn’t look like wheat or rice."
"Didn’t you eat it? It’s corn!"
Qing Yan’s pupils dilated in astonishnt, "Corn? You an that was made from corn?"
"Yes, it’s ground into powder after being dried in the sun. The coarser version is called coarse cornal, and the finer one is cornal."
Once corn was ntioned, Qing Yan couldn’t help but drool, "I feel like it’s been ages since I had corn cobs. When will you plant them?"
Xiao Yu rolled her eyes at him, "It’s not the season. We have to wait until spring to sow. The soil here is different from the island’s."
With such a clear explanation, Qing Yan of course understood; although he felt regretful, he thought it more wise than ever to marry her back ho.
His insides truly needed her culinary skills; to say he was tasteless without her wasn’t an exaggeration.
Yaya knew how to make tofu but tofu pudding was even simpler, so Xiao Yu left that task to Yaya and went to the kitchen. She kneaded the dough that had been fernting since last night and had ford large air bubbles, pushing out the air and starting on the thousand-layer pancakes.
There wasn’t much dough, initially enough only for a few people. With Qing Yan’s sudden visit and his request to take so away, she now had to prioritize his thousand-layer pancakes.
"Today I can only make thousand-layer pancakes; I can’t make anything else. Please make reservations earlier next ti,"
Although disappointed, Qing Yan was quite reasonable, "Fine, I’ll listen to you. How about rice and stir-fried dishes for lunch?"
Xiao Yu sighed, feeling he was bothering her, but considering how much he had tipped, she reluctantly nodded.
Since Qing Yan had arrived early, by the ti the thousand-layer pancake and tofu pudding were ready, it was only about seven or eight in the morning.
The previous dynasty was still in morning court, and he had skipped it today just to co here and enjoy this al.
Fortunately, the girl rembered his preferences and made him Spicy Soup, soaking the crispy yet tender thousand-layer pancake in it. Eating it dipped in the spicy, flavorful soup with its slightly charred crust was simply divine!
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