pappabearbooks Chapter 33 Why is it called Roujiamo and not Mojiarou ?
Chapter 33 Why is it called Roujiamo and not Mojiarou ?
Chapter 33 Why is it called Roujiamo (meat sandwich) and not Mojiarou (meat sandwich)?
Little Sizi stuffed the last bite of the pancake into his mouth, swallowed it with difficulty, and corrected in a serious tone: "It's clearly a meat sandwich!"
Not a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)!
Su Mu paused for a moment, his knife still in his hand.
This is a question that almost everyone who tries roujiamo for the first time will ask.
"This is called archaic inversion."
Su Mu casually made up a story: "In the past, people were particular about how they spoke. They would say 'meat sandwiched in a bun,' but later, as it became easier to pronounce, the word 'yu' was dropped, and it became 'meat sandwich.'"
"And think about it."
Su Mu pointed with the back of his knife at the pot of bottomless broth.
"The meat is the main ingredient, the soul of the dish. The steamed bun is just an accompaniment. Without the meat, it's just a dry pancake. So the meat has to come first; that's what we call 'prestige'."
Little Sizi was completely confused.
What inversion? What kind of prestige is this?
She only remembered one word.
"Meat sandwich?"
The little girl tried hard to curl her tongue, trying to pronounce the word clearly.
Perhaps because I ate too quickly, my tongue got a little tied up, and since I'm in the process of losing my baby teeth, the word "mo" sounded awkward no matter how I tried to pronounce it.
"Meat sandwich—touch?"
"Roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)".
Su Mu corrected.
"Meat clamp!"
The little girl was very determined, and even stretched out her two greasy little hands, making a "palm-clasping" gesture, "and then put the chubby little thing inside!"
Li Lizhi was laughing so hard she almost choked, and she could barely hold onto the pancake in her hand.
"Yes, yes, it's about touching."
Li Lizhi took a handkerchief and wiped her younger sister's mouth, saying, "Let's put the meat into our bellies."
Xiao Sizi felt that her older sister was making fun of her, so she huffed angrily and turned to look at Su Mu.
"Brother, I want to touch it again!"
She pointed to the pile of freshly chopped meat on the cutting board.
Su Mu shook his head helplessly.
"Okay, okay, you can touch it."
He cut open another hot baiji bun, this time adding an extra spoonful of soup, stuffing the bun so full it could barely close.
"Eat up, and you can touch all the meat in this pot after you finish."
Little Sizi beamed with joy, holding her second roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), squatting on the doorstep, nibbling on it little by little, her two short legs swinging back and forth, her face radiating happiness.
Li Lizhi finished one, and although she was still not satisfied, she was already about 80% full.
This thing is incredibly solid.
One pancake is enough to make up a full meal.
She watched as Su Mu continued chopping meat, and in the bamboo basket next to the cutting board, there were still seven or eight white steamed buns left.
"that----
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Li Lizhi pointed to the pot of braised pork and asked, "How long can this meat be kept?"
"This braising liquid gets more fragrant the longer it boils, and the meat, well, it won't spoil even after soaking in the broth for three days." Su Mu said without turning his head, "What? Want to pack some more?"
Li Lizhi blushed.
These past few visits, with all the eating and taking things, they really do seem like poor relatives trying to freeload off us.
But when I thought of how my father sighed over that pile of chicken bones last night, and how my mother frowned in pain after drinking her medicine, I thought I should bring a few for my father and mother.
Li Lizhi honestly confessed, "This stuff is appetizing and not greasy. The Empress Dowager's appetite has just improved these past few days, so she should be able to handle eating this."
Su Mu nodded.
"OK."
He put down the cleaver, turned around, and took out a stack of oil paper from the cabinet.
"There are rules about bringing this back with you."
Su Mu picked up an empty pancake, didn't cut it, and wrapped it directly in oil paper.
Then they found a small earthenware jar, filled it with a jar full of minced meat and broth, and sealed the opening with mud.
"The bread and meat must be separated at this time."
Su Mu handed the food to Li Lizhi, saying, "If you put meat in this pancake now, it will get soggy from the soup when we get to the Lizheng Hall, and it won't be crispy anymore."
"When you get back, light the charcoal brazier in your food box and bake the flatbread until it's hot to the touch."
"The meat pot is hot too."
"We'll eat it as it comes."
Su Mu pointed at Xiao Sizi, "Let her teach you how to use it. This girl is very skilled now."
Little Sizi was focused on finishing the last bit of pancake crust in his hand when he heard Guoguo praise him. He immediately looked up and nodded with his mouth full of oil.
"Mmm! I know how! I'm the best at touching!"
Li Lizhi couldn't help but laugh at her sister's comical appearance.
She took the heavy jar of meat and a stack of flatbreads and put them into the food box.
"Su Mu".
Li Lizhi closed the food box lid, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Your cooking skills—must be unparalleled even outside the palace? Why—"
Why would you willingly stay in the woodshed of the imperial kitchen, working as a wood-chopping servant?
Even if he were to become a court chef in the Imperial Kitchen, these few dishes would be enough to make the imperial chefs kowtow and become his apprentices.
Su Mu picked up a rag and slowly wiped the kitchen knife.
"Outside the palace?"
He smiled, his gaze falling on the old locust tree in the yard.
"Where outside the palace can you find such tranquility?"
"Here, I'm the boss. I do what I want, and I sleep when I don't."
"If you go to the front, today this empress wants to eat bird's nest, tomorrow that imperial concubine wants to eat shark fin, and you'll have to kneel down and serve her."
Su Mu stuck the kitchen knife into the cutting board.
笃.
"I'm the kind of person with stiff knees; I can't kneel down."
"We'll see."
He glanced at the little girl who was squatting on the ground counting ants, and at the princess who was standing there looking thoughtful.
What's the point of serving those ungrateful people?
"Cooking should be done for people who appreciate good food; that's what makes it truly enjoyable."
Li Lizhi was stunned.
She looked at the man in front of her, dressed in coarse linen clothes.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, giving him a golden edge.
Despite being a servant, he possessed a more carefree spirit than the high-ranking officials in the imperial court.
A person who knows how to eat —
Li Lizhi looked down at the food box in her hand.
So, in his eyes, the emperor and empress of the Tang Dynasty, as well as these princesses, were nothing more than a few "diners." "I understand."
Li Lizhi smiled and gave Su Mu a slight curtsy.
This gesture was not a princess to a servant, but to a master.
Thank you for your hospitality.
She picked up the food box and took the little ox's hand, which was still licking its fingers, with her other hand.
"Let's go back to the palace to 'touch' the flesh."
When Xiao Sizi heard that he was leaving, he looked at the large vat with some reluctance.
Goodbye, Guoguo!
The little girl waved her hand, "We're making that running chubby little thing again tomorrow!"
"Hurry up and leave, close the door behind you."
Su Mu waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.
Once the two figures disappeared outside the door, the courtyard returned to silence.
Only the cicadas are still chirping.
Su Mu stretched, walked to the jar, and put the lid on.
"Meat clamp touch————"
He clicked his tongue over the word and couldn't help but chuckle.
This name sounds rather unconventional.
But who cares?
Delicious will do.
He lay back on the recliner, closed his eyes, and listened to the faint sound of the palace gates being locked in the distance.
Hopefully, the Emperor of Tang won't bite his tongue during tonight's meal!
The glorious Tang Dynasty gradually became more flavorful through each bite of food.
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