Prince, Don't Come Over

Yan MuQing is not so particular about it. He didn't have time to drink water all morning. He just drank a bowl of vegetable soup and felt very comfortable.

Finally, he took a breath. Then he said slowly, "don't worry about me. You'll eat too. I'll go to the mountain after eating. I'm in a hurry."

Although Yan MuQing speaks slowly, he is not slow to pick up vegetables. Yue ziyue, his wife, feels that she needs to control this Chu adult who has given up etiquette.

With a slap, Yue ziyue knocked out Yan MuQing's chopsticks.

Yan MuQing puzzled looking at the little wife, some do not understand, "moon, you hit my chopsticks do?"

"What do you want to do? There are public chopsticks in front of everyone. If you come here, you don't treat yourself as an outsider. You just use chopsticks to pick vegetables. Do you think this is your home? "

Say you don't dislike others, but not necessarily others don't dislike you? What's more, the more you don't dislike it, the more scared we are and the more careful we are. Instead of this, it's better for us to eat with public chopsticks.

Yan MuQing looked at the chopsticks in front of us. He was really embarrassed. He didn't notice. If he did, he would not be like this.

"Yue'er, I'm wrong for my husband. Why don't you remind me? I wonder if it's time to change chopsticks for my husband? "

Will chopsticks back, Yan MuQing really feel very helpless. He's been working hard these days. He can't eat well, he can't sleep well, he's not easy to eat, and he's still despised. Is it easy for him?

Yue ziyue didn't care about Yan MuQing's grievance, and didn't let people prepare chopsticks again. She decided to put the dishes in his bowl for Yan MuQing.

Looking at Yan MuQing's eyes staring at the meat, she caught a lot of vegetables, and finally some can't bear to, but also a lot of meat.

"Well, don't look. Meat is scarce now. Even if we have money, we can't eat it. We are still the pork that Mrs. Liang asked for from her mother's house. It's very expensive."

Nowadays, the silver is all fake, and only the things we have are real. Since the scattered livestock can't be exchanged for silver, we prefer to keep the livestock that can be sold.

It's better to keep it than to exchange a pile of fake silver for nothing, right?

These days, I deeply realize that people can't do anything, and Yan MuQing doesn't complain. The vegetables they eat now are all planted by Mrs. Liang himself, but there is no reason for him to be picky.

Yan MuQing ate fast. When he swallowed his last meal, he was ready to retreat and go back to the mountain.

"Yue'er, I have to go to the cave to watch for my husband. Although there are fan Cishi and fan Deyuan guarding there, I'm not at ease for my husband. I won't come back for my husband at night. You should be careful yourself."

After he told him, he looked at master Liang again, and then asked Mrs. Liang, "Mrs. Liang, my wife is young, and I don't understand some things. You have to bear with me and take care of my son for a few days. I'm very grateful."

Mrs. Liang is a little embarrassed. In her heart, the officials are all superior. How can any official thank her for being such a common people?

Mrs. Liang wants to stand up and plead guilty with Yan MuQing, but she is pressed by Yue ziyue, "madam, you can bear it. Anyway, if my adult says two words, there's nothing missing."

Since Yan MuQing likes it, she is reluctant to learn a local dish for Yan MuQing.

The exchange market has been destroyed because of the fraud of official silver. Although merchants pay money, how can they find money? Who knows if it's true or not?

Nanyuan county people make trouble, and the businessmen who come and go to and fro the market also make a fuss, but Yan MuQing is very busy about it.

Mrs. Liang cautiously lit a fire on the stove and said to Yue ziyue nervously, "Mrs. Chu, do you really want to learn how to cook wheat for Mr. Chu?"

The flour of the glutinous rice skin was not easy to make. Yue ziyue was near the pot table and almost baked.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. It's not difficult for me. We have nothing to do at home. I can just learn from you."

When it comes to what she is willing to do, she will stick to it even though she is not good at it at all.

The market has stopped. She has been studying wood craft for several days. She really doesn't want to draw any more drawings. She can change her mind while cooking this time.

Mrs. Liang is very hesitant, but she has heard that the lady of a wealthy family has several servant girls around her since childhood. How can Mrs. Chu cook herself?

Take a look at the winter solstice and autumn water that Yue ziyue fought with. How does Mrs. Liang feel.

However, none of the three masters and servants felt strange, and even became interested in making roast wheat.

"Madam, I don't like the roast wheat of bacon and mushroom. Why don't I change it for a filling?" At the winter solstice, I looked at the only vegetables left in the kitchen and hesitated.

In fact, she did not know what could be made into stuffing and what could not.

Just look at a pair of eyes on the eggplant, eggplant! During the winter solstice, peel the eggplant, cut it into small strips and mix it with cooked glutinous rice."Sister Qiushui, do you want to use eggplant? Maybe it's delicious? "

There are too many big round eggplants. She just cut them and threw them away. Can't she throw the whole eggplant away?

Qiushui looks at the eggplant of the winter solstice has changed color, black and white sticky rice mixed together, she does not want to use eggplant at all, especially affect the appetite.

"You'd better keep the eggplant for yourself. I don't need it. I'll use something else."

For the refusal of Qiushui, the winter solstice is not a pity at all. Anyway, the more varieties, the more varieties you can eat, and you will know what kind of Shaomai is delicious in the future.

Burning porcelain, eating into the stomach, not to mention hunger, can quickly fill the stomach, for Yan MuQing now, is the best dry food.

After all, it's much better than Nang cake.

Yue ziyue's left heart makes a model of shaomian. Sometimes Mrs. Liang can't make it past. She also gives Yue ziyue one or two suggestions. Seeing that the Shaomai is put in the steamer, Yue ziyue finally smiles with satisfaction.

"Mrs. Bennet thought that the roast wheat would be delicious."

She didn't dare to put too much salt, so as not to eat too salty, originally Mrs. Liang also wanted to remind her to prevent less, but she refused.

The reason is that Yan MuQing doesn't like salty food, so she should like it very much!

Deep one foot shallow one foot to go deep inside the mountain, Yan MuQing suddenly feel a little itchy nose, constantly sneezing, a big non-stop posture.

Yan MuQing holds brocade handkerchief to cover nose, doubt is oneself allergic to what thing here, hasten to urge Chu Fei to go quickly.

"It's good to be in the mountains. Although fan Cishi and fan Deyuan are distant brothers, they have a tacit understanding when they do things."