Chapter 102 Wrapped in flour and fried, the children next door are crying
"You bastard, keep your mouth shut!"
Master Yan was so angry that he grabbed the ruler and slapped Xie Rongjing across his face, "What are you carrying? I told you to sprinkle chopped green onions! I told you to sprinkle chopped green onions!"
Xie Rongjing jumped up and down like a fish landing on the shore, and said repeatedly: "No chopped green onion, no chopped green onion! It should be wrapped in flour and deep-fried, the children next door are all crying!"
Su Jiu watched as Master Yan chased Xie Rong Jingyuan away, and closed the window amusedly.
Holding the barbecue plate, she poked out half of her head from behind the Dongyue Gate, "Little brother, do you want some barbecue? Second Young Master Xie sent it specially."
Xiao Tingchen opened the curtain and said with a smile: "Cannibals are soft-spoken, but short-handed. My sister accepted Xie Er's rabbit and ordered his barbecue. Tsk, I really can't imagine what you will develop in the future. Do I have to do it?" Prepare some dowry for my sister in advance?"
Su Jiu was craving this delicious barbecue just now, but when he said that, he immediately lost his appetite.
She glared at Xiao Tingchen, put the barbecue into the cupboard without saying a word, and continued to study the condensed fragrance non-stop.
The fragmentary scroll given by Mr. Jiang records that in ancient times, those masters of the incense way used all kinds of spices in nature to condense fragrance into things.
They are not only obsessed with shaping dead things like getai and water pavilions, but are more obsessed with creating "living" incense mist, imitating the world, whether sad or happy, like a lifelike drama.
It's a pity that those techniques have been lost.
Su Jiu flipped through the remnants of the scroll, feeling a little sighed.
It is the time when the dew is deeper, the smoke is curling up and the fragrance is permeating, and the shadows of jade and flowers are whirling.
Her sigh was especially clear in the silent spring night.
Inside the gauze tent, Xiao Tingchen turned a page of the book, "It's pretty good, why are you sighing?"
"I'm thinking, if we can reproduce the ancient incense refining techniques, it will be a great scene. The so-called condensed incense is only a thing for entertainment, but it can also carry many feelings with the incense mist. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to enjoy the scene after scene and savor it carefully than to appreciate the pavilions?"
"Oh, Xiao Jiu'er is so young, but I'm really surprised by his thoughtfulness." The young man turned another page of the book, "It's just that the old incense refining technique has long been lost, so how can Xiao Jiu'er recreate it?" ?”
Fall into silence in bed.
Su Jiu rested his chin on his hands, his sweet little face was full of thought, obviously thinking about this issue very seriously.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Tingchen stuffed the little yellow book under the pillow and lay down on the mattress, "It's lonely on a spring night, can I tell my sister a story?"
"Ok?"
"Once upon a time, there was a painter named Wen Tong. He always observed bamboo very carefully, so that every time he painted bamboo, he always had a well-conceived bamboo scene in his mind. Therefore, his paintings were recognized by many people. Even Dongpo Laymen once commented that to paint bamboo, you must first have the bamboo in your mind."
Qingyue's voice is like flowing water.
The shadows of a few peonies outside the window are softly reflected on the green screen window, which is very beautiful.
Su Jiu stared at Huaying in a daze.
After a long silence, she suddenly stood up and smiled at Xiao Tingchen, "Thank you, little brother!"
After saying that, he ran out quickly.
The young man smiled, and his eyes fell on the cupboard not far away.
That bastard Xie Er actually has a tender side.
The son of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, the nephew of the imperial concubine...
In terms of status, it seems that he is worthy of Xiaojiuer.
(End of this chapter)
"You bastard, keep your mouth shut!"
Master Yan was so angry that he grabbed the ruler and slapped Xie Rongjing across his face, "What are you carrying? I told you to sprinkle chopped green onions! I told you to sprinkle chopped green onions!"
Xie Rongjing jumped up and down like a fish landing on the shore, and said repeatedly: "No chopped green onion, no chopped green onion! It should be wrapped in flour and deep-fried, the children next door are all crying!"
Su Jiu watched as Master Yan chased Xie Rong Jingyuan away, and closed the window amusedly.
Holding the barbecue plate, she poked out half of her head from behind the Dongyue Gate, "Little brother, do you want some barbecue? Second Young Master Xie sent it specially."
Xiao Tingchen opened the curtain and said with a smile: "Cannibals are soft-spoken, but short-handed. My sister accepted Xie Er's rabbit and ordered his barbecue. Tsk, I really can't imagine what you will develop in the future. Do I have to do it?" Prepare some dowry for my sister in advance?"
Su Jiu was craving this delicious barbecue just now, but when he said that, he immediately lost his appetite.
She glared at Xiao Tingchen, put the barbecue into the cupboard without saying a word, and continued to study the condensed fragrance non-stop.
The fragmentary scroll given by Mr. Jiang records that in ancient times, those masters of the incense way used all kinds of spices in nature to condense fragrance into things.
They are not only obsessed with shaping dead things like getai and water pavilions, but are more obsessed with creating "living" incense mist, imitating the world, whether sad or happy, like a lifelike drama.
It's a pity that those techniques have been lost.
Su Jiu flipped through the remnants of the scroll, feeling a little sighed.
It is the time when the dew is deeper, the smoke is curling up and the fragrance is permeating, and the shadows of jade and flowers are whirling.
Her sigh was especially clear in the silent spring night.
Inside the gauze tent, Xiao Tingchen turned a page of the book, "It's pretty good, why are you sighing?"
"I'm thinking, if we can reproduce the ancient incense refining techniques, it will be a great scene. The so-called condensed incense is only a thing for entertainment, but it can also carry many feelings with the incense mist. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to enjoy the scene after scene and savor it carefully than to appreciate the pavilions?"
"Oh, Xiao Jiu'er is so young, but I'm really surprised by his thoughtfulness." The young man turned another page of the book, "It's just that the old incense refining technique has long been lost, so how can Xiao Jiu'er recreate it?" ?”
Fall into silence in bed.
Su Jiu rested his chin on his hands, his sweet little face was full of thought, obviously thinking about this issue very seriously.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Tingchen stuffed the little yellow book under the pillow and lay down on the mattress, "It's lonely on a spring night, can I tell my sister a story?"
"Ok?"
"Once upon a time, there was a painter named Wen Tong. He always observed bamboo very carefully, so that every time he painted bamboo, he always had a well-conceived bamboo scene in his mind. Therefore, his paintings were recognized by many people. Even Dongpo Laymen once commented that to paint bamboo, you must first have the bamboo in your mind."
Qingyue's voice is like flowing water.
The shadows of a few peonies outside the window are softly reflected on the green screen window, which is very beautiful.
Su Jiu stared at Huaying in a daze.
After a long silence, she suddenly stood up and smiled at Xiao Tingchen, "Thank you, little brother!"
After saying that, he ran out quickly.
The young man smiled, and his eyes fell on the cupboard not far away.
That bastard Xie Er actually has a tender side.
The son of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, the nephew of the imperial concubine...
In terms of status, it seems that he is worthy of Xiaojiuer.
(End of this chapter)
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