concubine poisonous concubine

Chapter 205 Open the furnace and witness the production of colored glaze
In the study, Zhan Moyu was talking with Leng Po, and Lan Bing was also there.

There is another one who is also cold, who seems to be called Leng Hun.Really worthy of the name, cold enough, even colder than Lan Bing.

Xin Ruo knocked on the door twice and then pushed the door in. Xin Ruo just took a step, and several people frowned, and took two steps back to retreat to Zhan Moyu.

When passing by Xin Ruo, Xin Ruo hospitablely raised the plate forward, "Do you want to try it?"

A few people shook their heads hurriedly, their expressionless faces were a little stiff, their eyes glanced at the good-looking stinky tofu in Xin Ruo's hand, "I still have something to do..." and fled.

When Xin Ruo saw them avoiding each of them, she really wanted to caress her forehead, but as for what, she was really unhappy.

However, there was another person in the room, Xin Ruo looked up and saw that Zhan Moyu's brows were all twisted.

This little woman really brought him this stinky tofu, he didn't provoke her today.

Yesterday, I just said that this dish was a bit undercooked. She told him to tell the truth, and she didn't show any sign of anger after speaking. As for using this to torture him afterwards?
Xin Ruo is no stranger to such an expression, she is already very good at serving the stinky tofu.

Xin Ruo ignored his twisted eyebrows, directly put the stinky tofu in front of him, and handed over the chopsticks, "Sir, try it."

Zhan Moyu's face was as black as ink, "Yesterday's dishes were cooked very well, there is no undercooking."

Xin Ruo was speechless. Didn't you just say that it was too hot yesterday? As soon as the stinky tofu was served, the heat was ready. Xin Ruo pouted, "I didn't mean to hurt you. This is stinky tofu. It's really delicious."

Zhan Moyu took the chopsticks from Xin Ruo's hand, threw them on the plate, and pulled her down, "Since you know it's stinky tofu, then you can still eat it."

Xin Ruo was stunned, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She was not the first to pick up the name of stinky tofu, and everyone got used to it.

"It smells bad, but it tastes good, Mr. Xianggong, don't you really want to try it? I guarantee that it will be more appetizing than yesterday's dishes. You will definitely boast that there are new ideas. When the time comes, go to Zuifugui Restaurant Swing..."

"So people were smoked away, and they closed their doors and closed their businesses," Zhan Moyu said without waiting for Xin Ruo to speak, pinching her nose.

"Most of the people who go to get drunk are high-ranking officials. This dish can be eaten, but can it be served on the table? They go to recite poems and sing duets. If you put a plate of stinky tofu there, how can they write poems?"

Xin Ruo was startled when she was told that the stinky tofu was compatible with poetry, and it was her own fault that she couldn't make poetry. How could she blame her stinky tofu? Prejudice.

Xin Ruonu pursed his lips, but it seemed that what he said was quite reasonable, but this stinky tofu was a bit stinky, and it was not bad for a small street stall.

If it were really put there, the entire street would probably be able to smell it, but the stinky tofu that was just born will disappear like this, so sorry for her.

Xin Ruo cast her eyes on the stinky tofu and pouted, "Then what about the stinky tofu?"

Zhan Moyu really wanted to poke her forehead, "Just take it and throw it away, do you still want to eat it?"

I really don't have this idea. She eats the ones made by grandma or bought by herself, but she can't eat the ones made by herself.

It's not that it's not clean, it's just that the thought of the vegetable juice makes her sick to her stomach.

"It's a pity," Xin Ruo couldn't help sighing, just pour it out, she'll just make fermented bean curd, that doesn't smell bad.

When Zhan Moyu saw Xin Ruo's expression, he knew what she was thinking.

After throwing these things out again, he really had a headache, and his nose was so uncomfortable that he had to cover it with his face, so as not to make her angry.

Zhan Moyu hugged Xin Ruo tightly, "Stop messing with this, there are more than 100 signature dishes of Zuifugui, tomorrow is the day when the colored glaze will be baked, and you have to go back almost the day after tomorrow, you can do these again It's no use."

Xin Ruo thought about it, and then remembered that tomorrow is the day when the glaze will be released.

I've been so busy these days that I really forgot about it, and it's really too late to make fermented bean curd in just a few days, so let's talk about it later.

Xin Ruo nodded in agreement, and asked curiously when she thought of something, "Xianggong, how many Banyuefangs do we have now, and how many rooms does that restaurant have?"

Zhan Moyu casually brought over the account book, flipped through it casually, "Ban Yue Fang has already opened fifteen restaurants, and the restaurant is the same."

Xin Ruo's brows trembled when she heard this, and she has already opened [-] shops in just four months.

Take Banyuefang in Kyoto as an example. The daily income alone is no less than 1 taels. Although other places cannot compare with Kyoto, as long as the things are good, no one will buy them.

With so much, even opening the door for a few days is enough for them to live for ten or eight years.

Originally, it was planned that it would take three to two years before the shop could be opened. According to this posture, it would be almost half a year later.

Xin Ruo looked at the few books on the table and stroked his forehead gently, "Sir, you must be very tired to manage so many shops by yourself."

After hearing this, Zhan Moyu smiled, pinched Xin Ruo's earlobe, and said with a sigh, "It's good that you know I'm tired, are you going to help me squeeze my shoulders tonight?"

This little woman's hands are really unusual, just pinching them can relieve the soreness, no wonder the concubine mother likes to ask her to help pinch her shoulders.

Xin Ruo rolled her eyes, she had no such plan, she still had her own business to do.

"What I mean is to train more second-in-commands. A Bing alone may not be enough. Otherwise, you will earn back the money later, and you will be exhausted. It won't be worth it."

Zhan Moyu smiled and was about to go to Xiang Xinruo, when Xin Ruo continued to mutter, "Xianggong is unique, and you can't buy it with money."

Zhan Moyu's face immediately darkened. Does she mean that if she can buy it, she won't want him?

Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, Xin Ruo hurriedly stood up, took the plate and went out.

When passing by Leng Hun, before the plate was raised, he had already finished his salute and entered the house.

Xin Ruonu pursed her lips, and didn't intend to invite him to eat. She really didn't show face, but she was also the mistress, so she heard a voice in her ear, "Master, someone is causing trouble in Banyuefang."

Xin Ruo originally wanted to go in and listen, but when she thought about what's so interesting about such things, she probably went too far.

Going back and asking, he would not take her out. It would be disturbing to hear it, so it would be better not to listen. Besides, it was getting late, and Banyuefang closed at five o'clock, and it would take less than half an hour.

No matter how important the matter of Banyuefang was, it was not as important as Liuli. Xin Ruo shook her head, and walked away with the plate.

After only two steps, a slightly angry voice came from the other side, with a hint of crying, "I'm about to die, and you still force me to gait, and I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go! "

The corners of Xin Ruo's mouth trembled when he heard this, and he took two steps forward, only to see Zi Lan glaring at Lan Bing.

Lan Bing was a little dazed, why is she about to die, she hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Okay, why can't I think about dying?"

Zilan gritted her teeth when she heard this, her eyes were red, "You're the one who wants to die, and I don't want to die either, it's all because of stinky tofu."

Sobbing, wiping away tears, staring at him with big eyes, "...I'm about to die, can I stop my horse gait today?"

Intermittently, once she made a mistake, the young mistress would increase the time for her horse-strike, month by month, and she couldn't remember how long she would have to do it, as if she was a little numb.

But she was about to die, she still had a few wishes left, and Mo Lan was still writing family letters at home, so she had to write two.

Xin Ruo held back her laughter, pursed her lips and walked over, motioned Zi Lan to carry the stinky tofu, and said with a wooden face, "Eat all of it if you don't want to die, this is called fighting poison with poison."

Zilan was stunned when she heard that, wouldn't she die if she ate stinky tofu? Why would she not die if she ate it again? This isn't how to fight poison with poison, isn't it? Young Mistress was bluffing her.

Zilan thought, her lips pouted, she was cheated.

Fortunately, she didn't follow Nan'er Bei'er's belief in those kitchen women's words, and kept drinking water there, her stomach was bloated.

She didn't know if she was still drinking it at this moment. She thought that this water was not as good as tea for detoxification. She was about to come back and make a few pots of tea to drink it down, but she was dragged by the dead wood...

Comparing things now, she is relatively lucky.

Zilan rejoiced, her eyes fell on the stinky tofu in front of her. It smelled really bad, but the taste was really good.

Now that he knew it was not poisonous, he didn't have so many scruples. He took the chopsticks and delivered it to his mouth as he walked.

Lan Bing over there looked at it and frowned, what food was not tasty, but he liked to eat such stinky things.

The next day, Xin Ruo and the others got into the carriage and headed to the workshop.

Nan'er and Bei'er poured water for more than half an hour, and ran to the toilet seven or eight times at night. At this moment, their legs and feet are still weak, and they are resting on the bed. Xin Ruo didn't let them follow, feeling a little small in her heart. I'm sorry.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the workshop, and the production masters stood there excitedly, their necks stretched out, waiting for Xin Ruo to come.

The young master and young mistress didn't dare to open the stove if they didn't come. If they accidentally destroyed a stove of colored glaze, they wouldn't be able to afford compensation even if they had dozens of lives.

You must know that this glass is priceless in Dayu, whoever you take it out can buy it for tens of thousands of taels of silver?
In the past, these ordinary people could only listen to it, and it was an extravagant hope to just take a look.

As soon as they thought that Liuli could be born from their hands, they couldn't sleep well after thinking about it for the past few nights. It would be something worth boasting to tell their sons and grandchildren in the future.

No, they didn't sleep well, and their eye circles were a bit dark, but it didn't affect their excited mood.

When the head steward saw Xin Ruo and the others coming forward, he hurriedly led the way respectfully.

All the tools for opening the furnace are prepared, and there are more than a dozen guys who remove the plaster.

Xin Ruo looked at it and nodded in satisfaction. The weather is good today, and the success rate of turning on the stove is very high, so she motioned for them to turn on the stove.

(End of this chapter)