Morbid pet

Chapter 237 She's Not a Little Waste
On the return carriage.

Chang Le was sitting in the carriage embroidering, she was really bored.She found an embroidery plate and embroidered with thick needles. Although she couldn't understand what she was embroidering, she felt that she would not feel sleepy if she had something to do.Sitting in a carriage all day was really boring. I rode too hard some time ago, and my inner thighs were all worn out, and now there are shocking red bruises.

Xie Zhao also didn't want her to run a horse, so he simply worried that she would be bored, so he sat in the carriage.

Changle felt that during this period of time, his mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, with ups and downs and ups and downs.

Repeatedly.

My heart finally calmed down a little, and immediately encountered a new thing, and raised my falling heart to my throat again.

So many ups and downs.

No matter how big her heart was, she was a little tired right now and couldn't take it anymore.

Xie Zhao felt sorry for her even more, and didn't let her do anything, even riding a horse, so she could only embroider on the carriage, which happened to be a new purse for Xie Zhao.

The needle she used was the largest pin, which was also the result of a compromise after negotiating with Xie Zhao.Xie Zhaosheng was afraid that she would hurt her eyes by hooking them with those thin needles, and another problem was that it was easy to poke her own hand, which would not be worth the candle.

Changle said that he wanted to embroider plum blossoms.

But Xie Zhao always felt that she would poke her hand, and the blood would spread onto the pattern, turning into plum blossoms of blood.

Chang Le embroidered with her head down for a long time, while Xie Zhao just stared at her for a long time.

She raised her head abruptly and met Xie Zhao's eyes.

Chang Le said with a smile: "You just like staring at me so much."

Xie Zhao nodded, "I'm so worried, you poked your hand. Be careful with such a big needle."

Such a large needle, that is, the needle opening exposed on the cloth is very large, which makes this plum blossom painting not related to exquisiteness.

While embroidering, Changle is emphasizing her own skills.

"Why aren't my hands my hands? I obviously embroidered according to the plum blossom picture drawn on the cloth, but the embroidered ones are just such crooked balls, look!"

She handed the embroidered plum blossom picture to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao took it, his brows were slightly furrowed, and then quickly stretched out again.He smiled and said, "It's very beautiful! Compared with the lotus in the purse last time, it has improved a lot. It deserves a reward. What reward do you want?"

Chang Le sticks out her tongue, in fact, she knows that she embroiders very badly, almost to the extent that she embroiders poorly.Even if this quality is sold, no one will buy it, only a fool like Xie Zhao will always say it looks good.

"I want." She supported her head and thought for a while, "I want you to cook me a meal, how about this reward?"

Xie Zhao immediately agreed and executed it very quickly. "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you tonight."

Changle opened the curtain and took a look.

It was noon outside, and I didn't know how long it would be until the next station.Xie Zhao is now talking about what to eat tonight, without preparing anything, is it too early to say this.Changle suppressed the doubts in her heart, she didn't think about it, and started to report the name of the dish, although she really didn't think about running around outside, and let Xie Zhao cook for herself, this request is too much It's a little too much.

She still reported the name of the dish, and swallowed slightly.

"I want to eat fried shrimp with dipping sauce, beef vermicelli, crispy duck with mashed taro, cross-river fish from Mingde Building, green red pastry and Biluochun tea cake from Xiande Building."

Changle likes to eat desserts very much. The things he likes to eat on weekdays are all sweet. Xie Zhao has known this for a long time. After so many years, it has not changed at all.

But now in the wilderness, in a place a thousand miles away from Chang'an City, it is really difficult to report the local dishes.

Xie Zhao said in a negotiating tone: "Grandma, there are no dishes from Mingde Building or Xiande Building here. I promise you that as soon as our carriage enters Chang'an City, you will be able to eat these foods nearby. But now let me Do it, I can't do it. Or, why don't you try to cook a meal for you? There are also desserts, I learned some when I was free."

Of course, Changle didn't expect to be able to eat it now, so he agreed immediately. "Okay. Are you really going to cook tonight? But we're still on the way."

Xie Zhao smiled, "Don't worry, I will take a few people to go first, just go there in advance and prepare, you can wait until night."

Chang Le nodded, "But, won't it be unsafe for you to go first?"

Xie Zhao: "No, good boy."

As he said that, he opened the curtain of the car, and without letting the coachman stop, he jumped directly on the high-speed carriage. The movements were so neat and free that Chang Le's eyes were straightened.The coachman, with his heart hanging in his throat, watched Xie Zhao roll around on the ground, then stood firmly on the side of the road and waved to them before giving up.

Chang Le lifted the curtain of the car and cursed: "Xie Zhao, don't die! Next time you do this again."

Xie Zhao couldn't hear what was said next.

The long and sweet voice of Changle was blown away by the wind.

He smiled and stood on the side of the road waving, and then whistled, Lei Ming galloped out from the horse team, he jumped on the horse, and ordered five hidden guards to follow him.

That battle was like suddenly going to carry out a secret mission, which made the five hidden guards very excited.

result.

The nearest vegetable market.

The dark guard held a menu in his hand.

The dishes and seasonings that everyone wants to buy are different.

Everyone was silent.

Only Xie Zhao, coming to the vegetable market is like returning to his own home. He has no emperor airs at all, and he also holds a menu and shuttles through the vegetable market, coming and going.

After half an hour.

All six of them were immediately covered with bags.

Xie Zhao proudly booked all the inns in this town.

He wants to cook a good meal today, not only for Changle, but also for the soldiers in the accompanying army, of course he is not cooking alone.

And fifteen other cooks.

He looked at the pile of dishes that could fill the entire first floor of the station, and smiled with satisfaction.He picked up the two big cabbages that he wanted to cook with Changle, and then walked into the kitchen of the station.

The other cooks are assigned to cook in the adjacent inn or tavern on this street.

They almost occupied all the places in this small town that could accommodate people, and they spent a lot of money.

He did not take advantage of his status to suppress the people.

On the contrary, the public did not know the origin of this group of men in black.

One by one, all in black with knives, walked in viciously. Only Xie Zhao, the leader, had a face like peaches and plums, and an appearance like Pan An. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke politely. Just looking at the momentum can overwhelm a group of people.

What they are carrying is not human heads, but fresh vegetables.

I didn't mean to kill people, but I just said that I need to book the inn of your entire town.

The proprietress agreed in a daze.

It's hard to say no to Xie Zhao's face, and his shots are so generous.
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Chang Le fell asleep again on the carriage, and when he woke up, he just arrived at the post station.

Before going in, as soon as she got off the carriage, she smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen. She was pleasantly surprised: "Who is cooking?" She ran in.

Xie Zhao was wearing a black robe, his fair face was a little greasy from the smoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Your husband, me."

Chang Le threw the small bag he was carrying with him on the table, then rushed over and kissed Xie Zhao's face.

"I'll cook with you."

This is Changle's first time cooking.

The oily smoke in the kitchen made it hard for her to open her eyes, but she still stayed in the kitchen without even moving away.

This is the most intimate time she has felt with Xie Zhao in the past six months, and she doesn't want to waste it.

"Is this how you cut cucumbers? Take a look."

The huge kitchen knife felt like it could cut off her own hand at any time, but there was really no knife in the kitchen that Chang Le could take, only this blunt knife was chosen by Xie Zhaoqian before she dared to give it to her.

Chang Le thought for a while and said: "It should be, you said cut it into pieces."

Xie Zhao drizzled the fish in the pot with sauce, then added two handfuls of firewood, then wiped his hands and walked to Chang Le's side.

This kitchen is very crowded, there are only two pots in total, both of which are working.

Changle doesn't know how to stir-fry, so she is only asked to handle some relatively simple vegetables.

Cucumbers lay irregularly on the chopping board. Xie Zhao praised, "It's great, that's it."

Chang Le asked again: "Do you want to peel it? I forgot."

Xie Zhao shook his head, "You don't need to peel the skin. I'll make you a dry pot chicken, and you'll need to use the cucumbers you cut in it. Baby, you did a great job."

Chang Le's cheeks were flushed, but it was hard to tell whether it was because of the fireworks in the kitchen or Xie Zhao's touching words.

Chang Le looked at every inch of this messy kitchen like a curious baby.She asked: "Can you teach me how to cook? I want to try too."

Xie Zhao immediately agreed: "Okay, no problem. We're going to make dry pot chicken later, so let you come?"

Chang Le clapped his hands and said yes.

After waiting for a while, when the fish in the pot was completely cooked, Xie Zhao carefully poured the fish into a white porcelain plate, served it with chopped parsley and carrots, and carved a heart out of small tomatoes. Only then did the fish be carefully placed in the kitchen.

The kitchen is heavily guarded outside.

Xie Zhao was still worried that someone would poison the vegetables while he didn't see it.

In such a strange place, it is better to be more vigilant.

Thanks to his vigilance, no one else was allowed into the kitchen.Not even a fly could get in.

Xie Zhao put all the ingredients needed for the dry pot into different small bowls.There are chicken, spices, seasonings, miso, cucumbers and potatoes.

And of course canola oil for the soul.

He washed the pot, wiped it clean and placed it in the stove. Such a large copper pot seemed very heavy, but Xie Zhao picked it up with one hand, and his movements were smooth and easy.

Changle saw God.

"You're so handsome."

"A man who can cook is so handsome."

Changle exclaimed.

Xie Zhao kept moving his hands. He was squatting next to the stove, adding firewood to it.He chuckled lightly and said, "Finally you are willing to praise your husband?"

Chang Le said coquettishly: "Hmm. You're still acting good when you get a bargain."

Xie Zhao smiled, got up and handed the oil pot to Chang Le's hand, and then held her little hand with one hand. "Put oil in the pot and wait until it's hot."

Chang Le nodded, and slowly poured oil on the edge of the copper pot according to his words, "How much?" Her voice was soft, like a kitten, scratching Xie Zhao's heart.

Xie Zhao: "If I say stop, you should stop. Sometimes it depends on how you feel, and I don't know exactly how much to put."

Changle: "Okay."

"Okay! Stop."

Xie Zhao shouted to stop.

Chang Le stopped.

She looked at Xie Zhao with wide eyes, waiting for his next instruction.

Xie Zhao: "After the oil is heated, there will be bubbles floating out. Remember, don't touch anything in the pot with your hands at any time. The temperature inside is extremely high. You will be burned, and if you wait After a while, the oil started to splash, you hide behind me, don't get burned by the oil."

Chang Le Nuo Nuo said yes.

She mentally counted one, two, three, and when she counted to 32, the oil in the pot began to emit white smoke and tiny bubbles began to emerge.

Xie Zhao said that the food can be served.He handed the meat to Chang Le, "Fry the meat first, just pour it in. Remember what I just said."

Chang Le hummed, then poured the meat in the bowl down slowly.

When the first piece of meat fell into the frying pan, the frying pan started bubbling and then bursting out with oil stars.There was also the sound of sizzling, Chang Le was a little scared, and the movements of his hands did not obey his orders, and he poured all the meat in the bowl at once.

A swipe.

The oil spots stick to it.

"what--"

"What's wrong!"

Changle's arms were scalded by the oil and blistered a lot, Xie Zhao looked so distressed.He immediately ignored the contents of the frying pan, and then shouted towards the door: "Bring Mubai here immediately! Let him bring the ointment for the burn."

"Yes."

The guard at the door got the order and ran out quickly to look for Mubai.

Mubai was sleeping upstairs, just fell asleep when he was woken up by knocking on the door, he kicked the quilt impatiently, "What's the matter?"

The hidden guard: "Lord Mubai, the Empress seems to have been scalded by oil, Your Majesty tells you to go down immediately with scald ointment."

Mubai immediately stood up like a carp. "Okay, I'll go right away. Why are the good ones burned by the oil? Are they eating hot pots?"

The hidden guard didn't want to reveal too much, so he said, "You'll find out when you go down and have a look."

Mubai responded, put on his deerskin boots, then took out the burn ointment from the medicine box and ran down.

As soon as I walked to the door of the kitchen, I heard Xie Zhao asking in a warm voice: "Does it hurt? Let me wash you with cold water."

Chang Le clenched her lips and said, "It doesn't hurt, go and see the pot, why do I feel it's sticky."

I don't think so, it's really blurry.

The meat in the pan was fried until one side was white and the other side was black, and the polarization was obvious, and it was tossing up and down in the oil pan.

There was also a burnt smell spreading from the pot.

"Cough cough cough-"

Mubai lifted the kitchen curtain and walked in, and said, "Is this a new biochemical weapon being made? Why is it so stinky?"

Mubai's family was prominent, his father was the prime minister of Ming Dynasty, and his mother's ancestors were merchants with transnational backgrounds.In terms of power and strength, they all belonged to the top elite families in Chang'an City. Obviously, children from such families would choose to be in politics.

But Mubai didn't like reading history books since childhood.

He only likes to read some medical skills, such as Compendium of Materia Medica, Emperor's Internal Classic, etc., which were his favorite books when he was a child. When his parents repeatedly tried to make things right, they finally decided to let him be free and let him choose what he likes.As a result, he became a field doctor and had a life-threatening friendship with Zhen Ming.

It is normal to yell and shout in front of His Majesty.

Changle quite likes Mubai's free and easy temperament, and likes to joke with him when he has nothing to do.

Chang Le shook his sore arm and said, "Dr. Mu, is it disturbing your lucid dream?"

Mubai sat down on a small bench in front of Changle, carefully inspected the wound for her, and then began to ask: "What delicious food do you want to eat tonight, and you actually want the empress to do it yourself?" .”

Changle: "I cooked a lot of dishes, and the soldiers will share one or two dishes later, but they all have their own cooks to cook, and what we cook is just a consolation."

Mubai skillfully sprinkled the medicinal powder on her wound, and then applied the ointment that could cool the skin. "Okay, then be careful not to burn it again, your skin will definitely be a blister, and then you will need to use scar cream."

Chang Le took back the bandaged arm and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Mubai didn't dare to take credit for making mistakes, and immediately retreated, "It's okay, I'll go out first."

Chang Le nodded and said yes, Xie Zhao was putting the fried vegetables aside, wiped his hands and asked, "Is there anything? Will there be scars?"

Mubai: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, fortunately, your majesty reacted quickly, there is no big problem, and now the treatment is very fast, and the blisters have not arisen. If there are no blisters, you should not need to remove the scar cream. It will be fine. But let’s observe it first, and if there is a blister at night, we need to reapply the medicine.”

Xie Zhao nodded, thank you.

Mubai walked out, said with a broken smile: "It's my great fortune that the emperor and empress are so loving."

The temperature in the kitchen continued to rise due to the smell of tar just now.The inside is not very ventilated, even if the back door is opened, there is still a strong smell of oily smoke, which cannot be dissipated.

Chang Le stood on the spot and sighed, "Hey, I really screwed up what I did. De La, I'll watch you do it, chop vegetables for you or something."

Xie Zhao nodded and said yes, and then turned his back to do his own work. He suddenly asked, "Would you like to sit at the door? The smell of oily fume inside is really unpleasant. You should go out first, or you will feel uncomfortable if you smell it later. gone."

Chang Le shook his head: "I said I would help you, how can I give up halfway?"

Xie Zhao happened to be chopping green onions, and he was a bit too busy, so he said, "Then our family, Chuchu, can you cut the green onions for me?"

Chang Le walked over, actually the burnt place didn't hurt anymore, it was quite comfortable now, the burning feeling faded away, replaced by the coolness brought by the medicine.

"Okay, how do you cut it?"

Xie Zhao was busy tossing the dishes in the pot, and said without looking back: "It's fine to cut it into sections, don't need to be too meticulous."

Changle nodded and started working.She held the knife like a child, and such a big knife was already blunt, so she had to work harder to cut the scallions.

After a few bangs, there is still the last cut.

Her eyes were a little dizzy, and the mechanical movements made her forget that her fingers were still under the knife edge.

A knife.

"what--"

Bleeding.

She cut her fingers open.

The wounds on the left and right middle fingers are almost bone-deep, and I don't know how much effort it took to cut all the fingers.

Xie Zhao heard the movement and immediately turned to look at her. The moment he saw the blood, he almost collapsed.

"Grandma, I swear I will never bring you to the kitchen again in my life!"

He picked up the white handkerchief in his arms and wrapped her hands, while comforting the little person in his arms, he shouted: "Mubai! Mubai! Come in quickly."

Mu Baiben was standing at the door, staring at the guards.

Hearing this, he rushed in, "What's wrong?"

Mubai saw that the white veil wrapped around Chang Le's fingers was covered in blood, and there was a bit of green onion skin on it.

Mubai: "My empress, can we not play these high-risk sports next time? Come out quickly, I will bandage you."

Chang Le followed Mu Bai out with tears in his eyes, Xie Zhao followed her step by step, frowning all the time, hesitating and self-reproaching in his brows.

Chang Le cried out, not because she was in pain, but because she felt that she was such a waste.I can't do anything well.This is the culprit that caused her fragile emotions to collapse.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Why am I such a waste?"

Xie Zhao blamed himself and was funny, "Don't cry, be good. Take the medicine quickly, Mubai."

Mubai responded, then took the medical box handed over by his assistant, and carefully helped Changle to apply the medicine.

This cooking turmoil is over like this.

It caused a lifetime of shadow to everyone present.

Xie Zhaozai squatted at her feet, soothingly said: "We Chuchu are not small trash."

(End of this chapter)