The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Chapter 233: Patchouli Pancake

"You are amazing, Shen Zhao. With your current level, you can wait until autumn to take the examination for Tongsheng directly. After you pass the examination, ask your elder brother to find a better academy for you."

Su Wanwan put down the papers and then said:

"However, the road to scientific research is very arduous. Although your health is much better now, you should not just sit in the house and study. You should also move around and exercise as much as possible."

Su Wanwan gave some instructions, and Shen Zhao nodded:

"I understand, sister-in-law."

At this time, there was a noise outside the door. It was Shen Yuan who came back from the mountain.

The ox cart was loaded with bamboos. Seeing this, several children immediately went over to it.

"I also caught two pheasants, so I have meat to eat today."

The bamboo was very long and dragged on the ground. Xiao Yunyi pulled the bamboo apart and found two pheasants hanging underneath.

"That's great. Mom said she's almost finished eating all the meat there."

Shen Zhao silently helped his elder brother to unload the bamboo.

The bamboos are not very thick, only as thick as two fingers, and not very heavy.

Shen Yuan took out another backpack from the car and placed it on the ground.

Su Wanwan squatted down to take a look. The basket was filled with grass roots and the like. She couldn't make out anything about many of them, but she recognized some of them.

For example, Patchouli.

When I was a child, there were several patchouli trees planted in front of my house. My grandmother would chop up the patches of patchouli leaves and mix them into the dough to make oil-fried steamed buns.

Patchouli can remove cold and dampness, treat digestive tract diseases, and is antibacterial and diaphoretic. It is found in many prescriptions for treating malaria.

"I'll make you some pancakes tonight."

Su Wanwan directly picked a handful of Patchouli. The smell was very special, but the smell would be much lighter after it was cooked.

"what is this?"

Xiao Yue'er looked at the leaf curiously and then smelled it.

"It smells so strong, like medicine."

Shen Yuan also turned his head to look and replied:

"This is called Patchouli, a medicinal herb. Wife, do you want to use this Patchouli to make cakes?"

Shen Yuan felt that the people in his wife's family were really smart. They used many medicinal herbs to make food. For example, some tree barks were called aniseed.

But the meat cooked with those spices is really fragrant.

These Patchouli are newly grown green leaves. Can they be made into cakes directly?

"Yes, it's a good way to prevent the plague."

Su Wanwan pinched a big handful and looked at the other herbs. Well, she didn’t recognize most of them.

Shen Yuan had learned some medicine from a military doctor in the barracks before. Medicinal materials were scarce in the barracks, so when there was no fighting, the soldiers would follow the military doctor to collect herbs. Knowing that he knew about medicinal materials, Su Wanwan told him the herbs in the prescription and asked him to collect some whenever he came across them.

"That's great, make more. I like pancakes."

The pancakes made by my wife are loose, soft and very fragrant. I wonder what the pancakes would taste like if they were added with patchouli.

Su Wanwan ignored them and started kneading the dough.

Shen Yuan took Shen Zhao and Shen Yunyi to unload the bamboo, while Xiao Yue'er was there sorting out the medicinal herbs. The family was neat and tidy and it looked quite warm.

Although people cannot leave the village, people can still move around normally and the workshops have not stopped working.

But Shen Liang was watching over the workshop, so he didn't have to go with them.

There was a lot of work to do at home today, so after unloading the bamboo, he went to deal with the two pheasants.

Shen Zhao and Shen Yunyi sat there removing leaves from the bamboo.

Su Wanwan mixed a large bowl of white flour and added a little bit of bean flour, so that the flour would not be so white.

Use half hot dough and half warm water to knead the dough, then mix them together. This way the pancakes will be crispier and softer.

Shen Yuan came over with a pheasant in his hand: "The pheasants are not big, let's stew two of them together."

Su Wanwan looked at the pheasant and nodded.

"Okay, chop them all off."

Shen Yuan happily placed the two chickens on the chopping board.

He was very familiar with this job. He chopped the two chickens quickly with the knife.

Su Wanwan had prepared the noodles and left them aside while Shen Yuan consciously started to light the fire.

"Aren't you going to the workshop?"

Seeing that he didn't leave, Su Wanwan couldn't help but ask.

"No, I really want to stay at home with you today."

Shen Yuan's eyes were sticky, as if they were attached to Su Wanwan.

Days like this are simply like days lived by gods.

He would not trade his wife, children, and a warm bed for anything even if he became a god.

Su Wanwan's ears turned red when she saw him looking at her.

They were clearly an old married couple, but he seemed to still be in love, and every time he looked at her like this, her heart would beat faster.

Shen Yuan added another handful of firewood and gently tugged at her dress.

Su Wanwan lowered her head, and Shen Yuan suddenly half-raised his body and took advantage of her unpreparedness to steal a kiss from her.

Su Wanwan:......

She looked outside. Fortunately, the children were working hard outside and didn't even look over here.

"Don't look at them. They can't see them. Even if they do, it's normal for me to kiss my wife and their mother."

Shen Yuan couldn't help laughing. Every time he kissed his wife during the day, she was very cautious, like a thief.

"How can you be a father like this?"

Su Wanwan was also speechless.

This is ancient times, not modern times.

Nowadays, no one will say anything if you kiss on the street, but would you dare to do that in ancient times?

But Shen Yuan always likes to do these little tricks.

I have to say, it's pretty thrilling.

"What's wrong with me as a father? Their father has been a vegetarian for several days. Wife, I drank chicken soup today. Can I eat meat?"

Shen Yuan saw that Su Wanwan had already put the chicken nuggets into the pot, but his eyes were still on her.

Su Wanwan understood immediately and couldn't help blushing as she glared at him fiercely.

Didn’t she just have her period for a few days?

Shen Yuan chuckled, looking at his wife's expression, he knew it was safe.

The chicken nuggets rolled a few times, and Su Wanwan picked them up.

She was used to boiling the meat in hot water before stewing it to remove the fishy smell.

Then comes the stewing.

Pheasant meat is relatively tough and is best suited for stewing soup.

After stewing, you can make pancakes.

Shen Yuan was quite familiar with this operation. He had already moved to the yard, lit the small stove, and put the frying pan on the fire.

By the way, I also moved the chopping board out.

Su Wanwan chopped some green onions, minced some patchouli leaves, poured some hot oil on the pastry and served them out.

Pinch out a piece of dough, roll it into a big circle, sprinkle it with salt and spread it with pastry, then sprinkle a layer of chopped green onion and patchouli, roll up the dough into a ball, roll it into a pan again, and then put it into the pan.

This kind of pancake is the same as baked steamed buns. It doesn’t matter if there is no oil on the pan. Nowadays, people prefer less oil, which is healthier. Anyway, there is also pastry in the pancake.

Of course, she could also use oil here, but she planned to send some to the neighbors and her aunt’s family, so she would not use oil on these, so as to avoid her aunt accusing her of being a spendthrift.

When it came to the last few, Su Wanwan still brushed a layer of them on them. After all, the ones with oil were more fragrant, so she left some for herself to eat at home.

The smell of fried cakes and a hint of patchouli filled the yard, and the children working nearby couldn't help but feel their stomachs growling.