Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 207
Qiu Li was a little dizzy from the shock of such a face and such a person.

Zhao Ying stared at Zeng with a serious expression, so serious that Qiu Li couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and said in a low voice, "Master, it's time for the morning meal, it's passed... Uh, the steamed stuffed bun is really gone."

"Ah."

Zhao Ying responded with a little sadness on his clear and cold face.

Qiu Li's heart twitched suddenly, and she felt like a bastard.

Gu Xiang came out of the kitchen just in time, and saw that Qiu Li was so guilty that she was about to lie down on the ground looking for seams, so she burst out laughing.

As soon as she raised her head, she just met Zhao Ying's eyes, and she couldn't help being surprised in her heart. It turns out that the saying that the pupils are like ink is not all the authors care about|prostitution?
It's true that someone's eyes can be so dark and beautiful.

Zhao Ying saw Gu Xiang, her brows and eyes lightly stretched, and she said with a light smile, "Miss Gu, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

"Thanks to the Duke of the country." Gu Xiang smiled, "These days are going well."

She saw that Zhao Ying's face was a little translucent and she had lost some weight. When she looked up at herself, the corners of her eyes were slightly stained pink, which made people feel a little affection for no reason.

Gu Xiang was startled, without changing his face, but complained about himself in his heart.

She was not so 'greedy' when she saw the school girl in school back then!
In terms of appearance, their school girl is a delicate boy, and later entered the entertainment circle, he is still an authentic handsome boy, not much worse than Anguo Tolerance.Although it can't be compared in terms of temperament, but there is no pressure on the school's lust, let alone behind people's backs, and he just laughed it off when he called him 'husband' to his face a few times.

Is 'wife fan' unusual?

Gu Xiang warned himself, don't commit nympho to An Guogong, at least you can't let others see it, and you can't talk freely.

Back then, she used to be with a bunch of sand sculpture netizens on the Internet occasionally in leisure time, calling a certain handsome husband so affectionately, there would never be a celebrity who would argue with her, but now if she accidentally blurts out... then Mr. An will be killed by her Call it a eunuch!

Gu Xiang couldn't help but laugh.

This is much scarier than calling 'husband' a few times in modern times.It is a serious crime to humiliate the Duke of the country, and he may face a lawsuit.

There seemed to be many thoughts, but they were only for a moment. Gu Xiang only felt that Zhao Ying looked at her with a 'greedy' look, probably because he was very hungry.

Gu Xiang suddenly softened his heart, and smiled slightly: "Grandpa, the buns are indeed sold out, why don't I serve a bowl of porridge for Grandpa, and bake a cake to try?"

Zhao Ying naturally felt very good.

Gu Xiang turned around and took a bowl, scalded it as usual, and went into the kitchen to serve Zhao Ying a bowl of porridge.

Gu Xiang drank this porridge to nourish her body. She has been very busy recently and stayed up late. Although the time is short, it will not cause too much harm to her body. After all, she is still worried.

Gu Xiang has always been kind to himself now. The rice is made of high-quality pearl rice and black rice. The soup is made by hanging pig cartilage carefully. After clearing, it is as clear as water. Add a little Chinese wolfberry and yam, and cook until every grain of rice blooms. The whole pot of porridge is full of precious light. After cooling down, add a little honey and freshly picked and chopped radish sprouts.

Cooking porridge is the most kung fu, and there is no sloppy.

Every time Gu Xiang cooks porridge, he has to prepare and cook it every day. This porridge is only for his own people to drink, and he has never thought of taking it out.

At this time, as soon as the porridge was served, Zhao Ying could smell the strange fragrance, but he was distracted for a while.

The bowl is a green color, and Gu Xiang's fingertips are pink and tender, and they can be painted together. For some reason, Zhao Ying couldn't help but look at her small and cute fingers, and suddenly some distracting thoughts arose in her heart. Just for a split second, when the porridge bowl was in his hands, he scooped up a spoonful of it, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

It's really fragrant, soft and glutinous, it melts in the mouth, the coldness of winter seems to dissipate with this bowl of porridge, and the fatigue of many days seems to be gone.

Zhao Ying lowered her head seriously, and ate every grain of rice in her stomach mouthful, with a slightly reverent expression on her face.

Ever since he was born, whenever he ate a little bit of a strange smell, he would feel sick and uncomfortable, even if it was the original flavor, even without salt, he could still taste the strangeness.

The first emperor, the empress dowager, and your majesty all loved him, and so many genius doctors invited him to see him, but they often did nothing.

People who resent him are spreading rumors in private, saying that he did not practice cultivation in his previous life and was full of evil, and that God punished him not to eat the fireworks of the world.

Zhao Ying didn't mind these people's gossip, and he actually got used to it later on. He's not someone who can't bear hardships, and doesn't know how to endure hardships. Regardless of whether it's bitter or fishy, ​​as long as it keeps him alive, it's like taking medicine. Yes, what else?
Later, when he ate the dishes made by Chef Gu, he would sometimes think, maybe his picky tongue was not a punishment, but God's own arrangement, just to make him more pleasant when he met his confidant. He is sharper.

Zhao Ying raised her eyebrows and showed a gentle and tender smile: "It's delicious."

Gu Xiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "As long as the Duke likes it."

Then he rolled up his sleeves, cleaned his hands again, took out a piece of tenderloin, picked up a knife and chopped it into pieces, added two egg whites, picked and added some seasonings, and slapped the stuffing gently across the kitchen knife well-proportioned.

She happened to have two pieces of half-awakened dough, which she planned to use for pancakes. At this time, there was no need to knead the dough again. A piece of dough was stretched into a long strip, and a piece of meat filling was gently rolled up, rolled up and flattened, without using a rolling pin. With Gu Xiang's hands, knead the dough into a cake, add a piece of fat to the pot to melt it, throw the dough into it and bake it slowly over low heat.

In just a moment, a strong, unignorable fragrance burst out from the pot.

The fat was half-flowed onto the cake, which was as golden as if it had been coated with a layer of golden sand.

Gu Xiang stared at the fire, counted the time silently, took a shovel and put the cake together in a short while, dropped it into the small bamboo basket next to it and handed it to Zhao Ying, and said with a smile: "Okay, please use it, my lord."

"Gudu!"

All the guests in the teahouse couldn't sit still, they looked around one by one.

Wang Zhixian swallowed his saliva, and whispered: "It seems delicious!"

Just by smelling it, he felt that the few steamed buns he ate in the morning were not worth anything, he had to eat two slices of cakes to look good!

Zhao Ying's eyes suddenly showed a look of complacency, and he reached out to pick up the cake, not afraid of being hot, he lowered his head and took a big bite.

With this bite, Zhao Ying unconsciously squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

The outer skin is slightly crispy, the inner is soft and fragrant, the taste is layered, the meat flavor is strong but not greasy, every bite is a surprise!
He took a mouthful of cake and a mouthful of porridge, eating happily.

Wang Zhixian gritted his teeth secretly, summoned up his courage, and didn't dare to go forward and complain about Miss Gu's partiality.

He was afraid that if he complained with his front foot, he would never have a chance to speak with his back foot, hum!It doesn't matter, he can also order pancakes at noon, he can still eat the dishes prepared by Chef Gu at night, and he can eat twice tomorrow!
Can the Grand Duke be as lazy as he is?

(End of this chapter)