Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 171
At night, mist rises on the river.

A few wind lanterns were set up in the small courtyard of the medicine workshop, and Xin Yi asked Xiang Ling to open the wooden door near the river embankment.The insects chirp, the night wind blows slowly, and the moon in early March climbs to the treetops like a silver hook, making everything hazy and beautiful.

Xin Yi wants to cook wine...and hot pot at night to entertain the King of Guangling.

The entire pharmacy was mobilized.

Two tables are placed one after the other on the aisle in the middle of the yard. On both sides are grown vegetables and medicinal materials, which have just exposed their greenery. Xin Yi reserved a place for it when he designed it, and the table is just right in the middle.

A table for the King of Guangling County.

Others share a table.

Xin Yi was busy frying the ingredients in the stove.

This is the first time she made hot pot after time travel.The ingredients are not complete, and it is a test of craftsmanship.Xiang Ling was next to him, and San Bao was lying on the stove with both hands and feet on the small stool, raising his head to watch with relish.

The lively atmosphere is contagious.

Fu Jiuqu took a seat in the yard early, and Yi Nian accompanied him like a little adult, asking Fu Jiuqu some questions from time to time, and Fu Jiuqu answered him patiently.The appearance of the two getting along looks like their own father and son.

Sun Huai walked over cautiously, "Master, it's very windy outside, do you want to add some clothes?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at the window of the kitchen, saw the faintly pretty figure inside, and said lazily, "It's not cold."

Sun Huai looked at the swaying tree branches in the courtyard, sighed, and retreated.

It was rare for Duan Sui to see Old You Tiao get a cold stare, and he approached with a smile, "Why is Eunuch Sun not looking at you today? Master Jiu is happy, don't go bad."

Sun Huai squinted at him, "Didn't guard Duan see that the master is wearing thin clothes? I just take care of Jiuye's body, why do I think so much?"

Duan Sui squeezed himself, and smiled disapprovingly, "Eunuch Sun feels cold, right? It's already March, how can a county king who practices martial arts wrap himself so thickly like an old man like Eunuch Sun?"

Said he was old?Sun Huai nearly vomited blood.

Looking at Duan Sui's thinner clothes again, he let go of his love for his master and sighed.

"This little lady Zhang didn't know what ecstasy soup was poured into Master Jiu, and she just ran here day after day. This time, Master Jiu was willing to stay overnight..."

Duan Sui rubbed his chin, laughing until his eye sockets curled up.

"After tonight, do we need another master?"

Sun Huai glanced at him and remained silent.

Fu Jiuqu didn't say why he stayed, and those who waited by his side would not ask.But the king of the county stayed in the pharmacy, obviously for the sake of Miss Zhang.

After thinking for a while, Sun Huai lowered his voice again: "Don't talk nonsense. Her identity is unclear, why is she the master?"

"Whether you're the master or not doesn't depend on your identity." Duan Sui was very clever once again, and he taught Sun Huai his experience with great interest, "I'll tell you the truth, I've been punished so much these days, and I can sort of feel it. .As long as there is something related to Mrs. Zhang, if you say good things, the county king will like to hear, and you can receive a reward. If you say something bad about her, the county king doesn’t like to listen, and being punished is a trivial matter. Being beaten... Hey, Eunuch Sun, where are you going?"

Sun Huai picked out his ears and stood in the wind, not wanting to listen.

At this time, Er Nian came out with the "Thousand Characters" that he had copied.

"Uncle Fu, I've finished writing."

Fu Jiuqu took a look, frowned, and threw it to Yi Nian.

"what do you think?"

Yi Nian flipped through it for a moment, then shook his head sternly, "No."

Then, he pointed out the mistakes of Ernian one by one, and his appearance was a little more serious than Fu Jiuqu's.

"Second brother, go and rewrite it again. Copy the mistakes a few more times."

"Ah! Still writing?" Er Nian wailed, watching Fu Jiuqu almost kneel down for him.

"Uncle Fu, why don't you teach me a set of boxing techniques, I don't want to write anymore..."

Fu Jiuqu's brows remained unchanged, apparently unmoved, Er Nian saw that there was nothing he could do, so he turned his head and yelled in the direction of the kitchen.

"Mom, my hand is about to break—"

Xin Yi poked his head out of the window holding a spatula.

"It can't be cut off. Uncle Fu can continue it for you even if you cut it off."

"No~"

The screams of children pierced the night.

The other people who were waiting in the yard also laughed.

Fu Jiuqu slightly bent his lips, raised his glass and looked at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly feeling a sense of dislocation.

He was supposed to be on the high platform next door, toasting and drinking, listening to Jiao Niang's orchestra, how could he sit in this small courtyard for no reason, eating light tea soup?

"It's coming! Let it go..."

The one who served the pot was Xin Yi, who covered it with two handkerchiefs and yelled as he walked.

The pot was set up.

Fu Jiuqu saw her open the wooden board in the middle of the wooden table like a switch, exposing a circle of iron pots, and then sandwiched the burning charcoal and put it in the small stove below, only then did he discover her table. Very unusual.

In the winter of the Northern Song Dynasty, the way of eating hot pot was very common among the people. In winter, there were also hot pots in the pubs and restaurants in Bianjing. Usually, the stove was placed on the table, and a copper or pottery one was placed on it. Soup pots are used to shabu-shabu or shabu-shabu, people call them "hot pots", but a pot is a pot, and a stove is a stove, so it doesn't look like this put together.

Sun Huai, Cheng Cang, and Duan Sui also saw it, they were surprised, they all came up to watch, and then clicked their tongues in amazement.

"This table is very convenient for eating hot pot. Where did Mrs. Zhang buy it?"

Xin Yi smiled and said: "I asked Uncle Zhang to help me find a carpenter, specially customized. If the county king likes it, I will ask the carpenter to make two more and send them to the mansion later."

Fu Jiuqu looked at her up and down with complicated eyes.

puff!Xin Yi laughed.

Looking at this "young old antique" who looked like he had never seen the world, she couldn't tell whether she should be proud or helpless. She wiped the table with a handkerchief and stabilized the pot.

"Don't worry, the king, it's just an ordinary table, without that deep mystery. I call it a hot pot because of the fire underneath. When I go back and grow chili peppers as seasoning, the taste of this hot pot will be good. At that time, I will invite the king of the county to taste it."

Fu Jiuqu teased her with his eyes.

The steaming pot quickly boiled.

The rich fragrance floated in his nose, and his eyes became darker and darker.

"You know everything?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "The king of the county is overwhelmed."

After speaking with a smile, she turned her head and went to prepare the second pot, and told Xiang Ling and her lover by the way.

"Stop watching, serve the food quickly, the county king is hungry."

The dishes in the hot pot, both meat and vegetables, are all served on the plate, and the two little girls brought them up happily, which makes people's index fingers move.

San Nian unceremoniously climbed onto the stool, and said in a childish voice, "I want to sit with Uncle Fu."

Second thought: "I want it too, I want it too."

Yi Nian glanced at his younger brother and younger sister, and lowered his eyes, "There must be no distinction between superior and inferior..." He respectfully bowed to Fu Jiuqu, and smiled shyly, "Er Nian and San Nian are ignorant, Uncle Fu, don't take it." blame."

"Sit down. All three of you sit here." Fu Jiuqu's complexion was soft, his eyes swept over Sannian's round eyes, and then at Ernian's little hands that were stained black with ink.

"But your mother hasn't arrived, so don't move your chopsticks."

(End of this chapter)