The green onions that were usually used for garnishing have become the protagonists today. The special aroma of scallion oil made people unable to stop.

Xun Zhou rubbed his nose, feeling the aroma of scallion oil rushing straight into his nose. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath and said with emotion: “I can plant some scallions in the flower bed in the yard later!”

Onions were a simple species to grow and they grew fast, so it was not difficult to grow them even for people who didn’t know how to grow flowers and plants.

If there were onions, he could pick them and find Sister Mingtang to ask her to make scallion oil.

He skillfully put the rolled dough into the oil pan and fried it. When both sides were fried until golden brown, he took it out and placed it on the oil drain rack beside the oil pan.

They arrived early, and the first pot of scallion pancakes was already on the drain rack.

He originally thought that putting them on the rack was just to drain the oil, but unexpectedly, after all the scallion pancakes in the pot were taken out, Ah Bing actually beat eggs into the pan one by one.

As soon as the eggs were put into the oil pan, the transparent egg whites immediately swelled up like clouds, and the white clouds made the egg yolk inside look even more tender and lovely.

Xun Zhou watched without blinking. Although he was not from a powerful family, he was from a family of scholars and had no worries about food and clothing. After he successively became Wen Xuance and Wang He’s disciples, the food he ate was served directly to the table after it was cooked. It was rare for Xun Zhou to see people standing around the frying pan and watching the ingredients being put into the pan.

With the “crackling” sound of the egg hitting the oil, the fried egg began to take shape, and the rich aroma of the fried egg spread. Ah Bing quickly picked up the scallion pancake from the drain rack and covered the fried egg with it.

The fried egg and scallion pancake were not removed until they were completely stuck together before being placed back on the table.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and scallion oil. The saliva in his mouth overflowed uncontrollably. He stared at the scallion oil pancake for a while, until he saw Ah Bing swiftly pick up the oil paper bag, quickly wrapped a scallion oil pancake, and handed it to a servant in front of the table. Only then did Xun Zhou realize that he had to queue up to get breakfast.

But before he could even begin to wonder, he realized that the public kitchen, which had only a few people waiting in it just now, now had a long queue.

When it came to receiving breakfast, no matter whether they were runners or officials in the Dali Temple, they would not be polite to him.

The “secretly dressed” officers in the front row shook their heads at him and spread their hands, saying, “Master Xun, I’ve been calling you just now, why didn’t you respond at all?”

Reaction? He was just staring at the scallion pancake and had forgotten everything else!

Although he didn’t say what was in his mind, the “secretly dressed” officers were like worms crawling out of his stomach, and laughed and said, “If you want to see the pancake, remember to get it first and then take a look at it slowly!”

While they were talking, it was the turn of the “incognito” runners. They took the scallion oil pancake wrapped in oil paper handed to them by Ah Bing and put it on a plate. Tangyuan, who was cooking porridge in a deep pot nearby, handed them a bowl of porridge scooped out of the pot.

Not only was the scallion pancake something he had never seen before, but the porridge as well.

The porridge in the clean white porcelain bowl was boiled into a milky white color like cow’s milk, but it was much thicker than ordinary milk. There were two bright red wolfberries dotted in the middle, which were beautiful and clear, and faintly revealed an inexplicable sense of “health preservation”.

Thinking of the name of the porridge that Ah Bing mentioned earlier – soy milk and yam porridge, well, it was indeed quite healthy.

A scallion egg pancake and a bowl of soy milk and yam porridge were placed on a plate, and the plate was lifted and sent to a table.

Well, this breakfast certainly wasn’t his, it belonged to those “secret” runners, and it was still… Xun Zhou counted and there were still seven or eight people before it was his turn.

Fortunately, both Ah Bing and Tangyuan were very quick and nimble, and in the blink of an eye, the second pot of scallion oil pancakes had been scooped out, and the team suddenly had eight fewer people.

When it was Xun Zhou’s turn, all the scallion pancakes had been taken, so he could only wait for the next pot. Ah Bing put down the tongs in his hand and put the scallion pancakes made by Wen Mingtang on the table at the back into the oil pan.

So, Xun Zhou, who could only wait for the time being, set his eyes on the table behind Ah Bing and Tangyuan but saw Wen Mingtang holding a spoon and scooping out a spoonful of white lard-like substance from the earthenware jar at hand and placing it on the dough rolled into a long tongue shape.

Xun Zhou, who “seldom knows the world”, had never seen such a thing before. He was immediately confused and couldn’t help asking Wen Mingtang: “Sister Mingtang, what is that?”

Wen Mingtang said without even looking up, “Yóusū.”

Yóusū? Xun Zhou was stunned. Wen Mingtang, who was working non-stop, placed the Yóusū and evenly pressed it on the long tongue dough. She then sprinkled the green onions from the copper basin beside her on the dough.

Seeing the green onions being “heroically” sprinkled all over the dough, Xun Zhou couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow: “So many green onions?”

“Of course, scallion pancakes need more scallions!” Ah Bing glanced at Xun Zhou and grabbed the scallion pancake that Wen Mingtang had already rolled out and put it into the oil pan.

When oil met flour and scallion oil, a new round of scallion oil aroma was added to the already lingering fragrance.

Wen Mingtang sprinkled in the green onions and then wrapped the green onions and yóusū with the dough like folding a quilt. She then flattened it and rolled it slightly. When the green onions inside were faintly visible on the surface of the dough, she stopped and turned to continue rolling the next one.

While he was watching Wen Mingtang making scallion pancakes, Ah Bing just finished making a new pot of scallion egg pancakes. He swiftly grabbed a scallion egg pancake and put it on Xun Zhou’s plate, then urged Xun Zhou to leave quickly.

There were already a lot of people having breakfast, no, three meals in the Dali Temple, and Master Xun was being too slow, so of course he had to shout to drive him away.

After being urged repeatedly by Ah Bing and Tangyuan, Xun Zhou finally took his food tray to the dining table, sat down, and started to eat breakfast.

The combination of porridge and cakes for breakfast was quite common. Xun Zhou often ate it this way, so he had become accustomed to it.

When eating this kind of breakfast, the first thing you need to do is to drink porridge to moisten your mouth.

Xun Zhou picked up the spoon and scooped it into the soy milk and yam porridge which was as white as milk. He had already smelled the rich aroma of soy milk when he was waiting in line.

Although it was not as overbearing as the fragrance of scallion oil, which seemed like a sudden storm, the rich aroma of soy milk was mixed in, and its warmth was equally not to be ignored.

Although it was based on soy milk, it was more than just soy milk. The milky white yam was also ground and mixed into the soy milk. The rich soy milk aroma and the fragrance of yam in the porridge base were completely integrated into the soft and glutinous rice, with a hint of sweetness in the mouth.

Looking at the milky white color that had been completely integrated, you could tell that this pot of porridge had been cooked for a long time, and it was indeed true. The rice in the porridge broke apart with the tip of the tongue. Although it was the same rice that could be easily broken apart, it had more than one kind of rice taste, and it seemed to have both glutinous rice and polished rice.

This taste, which seemed to be integrated into one, but when you tasted it carefully, you could taste slight differences in it, made Xun Zhou completely forget his original intention of taking a sip. He ate spoonful after spoonful until he finished nearly half a bowl. He then put the wolfberries that garnished it into his mouth, put down the spoon temporarily, and picked up the scallion pancake that he wanted to eat ever since he entered the door.

(End of this chapter)

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This is more like the recipe mentioned.