diskusbooks Chapter 103 Vegetable and Lean Meat Porridge
Chapter 103 Vegetable and Lean Meat Porridge
It has been ten days since the Ye family army arrived at the border. Except for the beginning, when the Gaoli people fought a few times like guerrillas, they watched covetously from a distance for the next ten days.
On the watchtower, Ye Qinghuai saw the movements of the Gaoli people and became more and more certain that the Gaoli people were waiting for their food to be consumed.
Without supplies, their food would probably run out in two days.
The question is, why would they know?
Are there traitors not only in the court but also in the military camp?
Ye Qinghuai was unwilling to believe this guess. He watched silently for a long time, then went to the newly built granary to check, "Is all the food here?"
Next to him was the right deputy general Pang Kuan, who replied, "Yes, there are only 100 stones left, but the supply team should be here soon, so don't worry, my prince."
Ye Qinghuai said nothing. No need to worry? What he should worry about most is the food and grass.
"Have you received any news about when the food and fodder will arrive?" Ye Qinghuai asked.
Pang Kuan opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start. There was indeed no news of food and fodder in these days.
Ye Qinghuai became more and more certain that there was a bigger black hand behind the scenes. He returned to the main tent with Pang Kuan and ordered: "A cook will come over in the next two days to help the people in the kitchen. Tell your men not to stop them."
Pang Kuan took the order and asked curiously, "We have enough cooks, why do we need a cook? It's not convenient for a woman to go in and out of the barracks."
Ye Qinghuai looked at him calmly and said mysteriously, "You'll know when she comes."
Apart from anything else, just a casual display of Aunt Wen's cooking skills would be enough to satisfy the brothers in the barracks.
Wen Yan received Ye Qinghuai's letter early in the morning. She packed up her cooking utensils and put on a floral headscarf to block the smoke. Her ordinary outfit inexplicably revealed a bit of beauty.
The guard at the garrison was stunned for a moment, then raised his knife and asked, "Who are you?"
Wen Yan smiled and said, "I'm the new cook."
She opened the basket she carried with her, and found that it was indeed filled with some kitchen utensils.
The two guards were informed in advance that the cook would come today, so they didn't make things difficult for her. They let her in directly and pointed to the location of the kitchen.
There were different canteens in different corners of the military camp. The guard pointed to the canteen in the east, which was also the busiest.
Wen Yan arrived early and reached the military camp at noon, which was the time to prepare meals.
When Uncle Quan saw a beautiful woman like Wen Yan, he snorted coldly, "Are you the new cook?"
Wen Yan: "Yes."
Uncle Quan pointed to the vegetable bowl next to him and said, "Go wash the vegetables."
Wen Yan didn't say much. Being strong and healthy, she didn't feel the icy cold water and started to pick and wash the flowers directly.
Her natural attitude made Uncle Quan feel relieved, and he continued to do his own things.
The young boy who was washing rice next to him was probably only twelve or thirteen years old, his face was tanned dark, and he looked at Wen Yan curiously: "The kitchen is not short of people. One more person means one more ration. Uncle Quan is worried about the lack of food and is in a bad mood. Don't be angry."
"Uncle Quan?"
"That's right," the boy introduced, "He is the boss of our kitchen. He came here because he was injured. We all call him Uncle Quan."
Wen Yan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "What about you?"
"My name is Zhuo Xiaosi." The young boy was very shy.
When the vegetables were washed, Uncle Quan called out again: "Hey, come here."
Wen Yan knew he was calling her, so she wiped the water off her hands and walked over: "Uncle Quan, just call me Xiao Yan."
Uncle Quan snorted coldly, "The porridge is almost cooked, just pour the vegetables in."
Wen Yan smiled and nodded.
Xiao Si looked at her worriedly: "This big pot of food is not heavy, but this wooden basin is very heavy!"
"You look down on me?" Wen Yan bent down and lightly lifted up a pot of vegetables. "It's not heavy."
Wen Yan poured the green leaves mixed with wild vegetables and weeds into the white porridge, took out a clean spoon to taste it, and adjusted the flavor at the same time.
This kind of vegetable porridge is light and suitable for people who usually eat a lot of oil and salt. However, if the army only has this kind of meat, they will definitely not have enough strength.
While the porridge was still cooking, Wen Yan turned around and looked for Uncle Quan: "Uncle, I brought a piece of meat when I came here. How about cutting it into shreds and giving it to the soldiers as a snack?"
Uncle Quan glanced at her and seemed to think that she wanted to show off, but she looked delicate and tender, and didn't look like she could endure hardship at all. He wanted to see what she was going to do.
He pointed to the chopping board next to him with a rough hand: "Go ahead."
The chopping board looked old. Wen Yan found a handy knife and took out a piece of pork belly from the basket that was thicker and longer than her thigh.
The kitchen knife was very sharp. Wen Yan separated the lean meat and fat with satisfaction. After cutting the lean meat, she quickly cut it into thin strips without any hesitation and set it aside for seasoning and marinating.
Uncle Quan, who was watching from the side, had a hint of surprise in his eyes. Good knife skills!
Wen Yan cut some fat, fried lard in the pan, stir-fried the marinated lean meat in the pan, and then added it to the porridge.
There are many people in the army, and they eat in different batches. Wen Yan divides the lean meat into different portions.
He sighed secretly. This little bit of meat would only be eaten for a few days in his house, but now it has to be shared by so many people in the army... I hope this battle will end soon.
Wen Yan had no idea what to do with the remaining pork, so she suggested, "Uncle Quan, why don't we make garlic pork tomorrow?"
Uncle Quan has traveled extensively, so he naturally knows how to make this dish, which is only ordered by wealthy families when they go out to eat. However, there is not enough meat to go around in the military camp. "The rest will be braised tomorrow and poured over the noodles."
He ran in from outside and wiped the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeves: "Uncle Quan, the porridge is ready, and the pancakes are ready too!"
"Look at you, you're such a loser," Uncle Quan scolded, "It's been a while, why are you running so fast!"
"No, uncle, it smells so good!" Xiao Si never thought that a pot of vegetable and lean meat porridge would be so fragrant.
Uncle Quan's opinion of Wen Yan has changed a little. He admits that Wen Yan may have some talent in cooking.
As he walked out the door, a group of soldiers holding bowls rushed over, "It smells so good! Lao Quan, when did your cooking skills become so good!"
Uncle Quan couldn't help but take a look at the porridge in the big pot. It looked just ordinary, but why did it smell so delicious that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Everyone was particularly enthusiastic today, especially when they saw shredded pork in the pot, they were even happier.
"Xiao Si, why is there still meat today? What good day?" a soldier asked.
Xiao Si left a bowl for himself and slurped it: "It's the new cook who brought the meat."
"So it wasn't made by Uncle Quan, no wonder the taste is different."
"Yes, Uncle Quan, your cooking skills are outdone by others."
Uncle Quan snorted coldly and scraped some leftovers at the bottom of the pot with a spatula. He didn't believe that the food could be delicious.
As soon as he tasted it, his eyes suddenly widened.
Oh my god, it’s really delicious.