The drunken boy felt that Xuan Miao'er's attitude was wrong, and he also felt that he had lost his mind just now, so he hurriedly strode to the desk.

Qianshu followed behind Qianzhuo, planning to come over to help grind the ink, but Qianzhuo waved his hand to him: "You and Qianluo just wait at the door, don't come over and disturb Miao'er's train of thought." ”

Xuan Miao'er walked to the desk with the drunken boy: "I also have to think quietly, and try to write a recipe that is not the same as the one you are looking for." ”

The drunken boy naturally helped her polish the ink: "Well, don't be too nerve-wracking, think about it as much as you want." ”

Xuan Miaoer thought in her heart that she couldn't expose too much, so it would be more reliable to write recipes, don't make any hot pot, grilled fish, barbecue, buffet and the like, it's not good for herself to be too promising.

In fact, many rich people pay more attention to the grade of the dishes, and the restaurant of the drunken son is naturally high-end, but the ancient dishes do not pay so much attention to health.

So Xuan Miaoer starts from this point, and there is also the classification of dishes, such as soup, the combination of ingredients, these are very important: "Brother Qiandrunk, let's write it by category, in fact, the nourishing and healthy soup pot is very good to play a signboard, especially you can make a lot of casseroles, directly use the casserole to serve, there is grade and heat preservation, and it does not lose the nutrition of the ingredients in the province, and it will not let the taste lose too much." ”

The drunken boy knew that the little girl in front of her was not ordinary, but every time she did something and said something, she still couldn't help but surprise herself: "Your idea is very good, I will let someone customize the casserole when I return to the capital tomorrow." ”

Xuan Miao'er nodded: "Okay, I'll write some soup pot names first, you can help me screen them, and if you have them in the restaurant, cross them out." ”

Qian drunk and helped her press the paperweight with her own hands.

Xuan Miaoer first wrote three words on the paper, soup pot, and then began to write, small pork ribs and yam soup, then radish and beef brisket soup, soybean and pig's feet soup, yam old hen, sand cucumber and jade bamboo soup, fish ball and miscellaneous mushroom soup, pig heart angelica soup, black bean oxtail soup, crucian carp tofu soup, lotus root and bone soup, cordyceps flower duck soup......

Xuan Miao'er listed all the names of the hot, and then showed them to the drunken son: "Brother Qiandrunk, take a look, have you ever drunk any of these soups?" If you help me delete them, I'll think about the others. ”

Because the ink hadn't dried yet, it was inconvenient to pick it up, so Xuan Miaoer stood on the side, letting the drunken boy stand in his original position, at this time it was already dusk, and the sunset outside the window shone on the two of them, which was exceptionally warm.

The drunken boy looked at the names of the soups on the paper, took the pen from Xuan Miaoer's hand, and drew circles on several soup names: "This, this, this and this, all of them, I haven't heard of the rest, but this pig's heart and angelica are a wonderful match." ”

"It's okay, it's more than I thought, I'll think about the rest. Xuan Miao'er continued to write a few more things, and the drunken boy then sifted through some of them, and finally there were twelve kinds of soup reads;

And at this time, it was already dark, Qianshu was very entangled at the door, and Childe didn't let him in to disturb, but it was dark, and the two couldn't read the words clearly, how to write?

Qianluo didn't think about it so much, so he went over and asked, "Childe, Miss, do you hold the lamp?"

Qianshu is secretly glad that this Qianluo psychology is not turning, and it is not bad, he thinks too much, but it is troublesome.

The drunken boy nodded: "Let's light a few more candles." ”

Qianluo responded, and www.biquge.info the candles in the house with Qianshu Yiqu Pavilion, and Qianshu took two more candlesticks, lit them at the desk, and retreated to the door.

Xuan Miaoer began to write about the recipe for each soup, and asked some drunken boys if there were any of these ingredients and seasonings here.

The two of them were very close by candlelight, and although they both looked at the recipes on the paper, the air was full of each other's smells.

After writing the recipe for the soup, it was also night, and the candlelight gradually dimmed.

Xuan Miaoer put down the pen, picked up the scissors on the side, sat on the chair, cut the wick of the candle, and suddenly remembered the sentence of Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sending North": When he cut the candles in the west window, but when she talked about the night rain in Bashan, she read it out casually.

The drunken boy had never heard of this poem, but looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but be moved: "These two poems are very good." ”

"This poem is the expectation of a better life, it is the yearning of soldiers for a better life in times of war, they want to go home and reunite with their wives, although it does not quite fit our current situation, but I like the mood of this poem very much. Xuan Miaoer explained with a smile.

The drunken boy likes this explanation, reuniting with his wife to cut the candles in the west window, what a warm moment, he will be stable in the future, and he will definitely stay with you every day and cut the wick together: "I have never heard of this allusion, but I like it, and I hope that after these open and secret battles, I can live so comfortably." ”

Xuan Miaoer understood Qian's drunken thoughts on this matter, and he really longed for that trace of stability: "The happiness of life is not actually the amount of money, not the level of official position, but the family together, just be safe." ”

Qianzui nodded with emotion: "Sometimes what people see on the outside may not be real, and under the glamorous appearance, there may not be so much happiness." ”

"Let go of some and be content, and it will be easier to be happy in life. "Xuan Miao'er, this is the emotion of two lives.

In her previous life, she had to work hard and lost a lot of time with her grandmother, but later she had the ability, but her grandmother was gone, and she couldn't find the warmth of that moment.

In this life, she began to have to work hard to earn money for her family, but now that her family is on the right track, she also began to think about doing what she likes, such as opening an art gallery, and she will find a good husband in the future, just to live a stable and happy life.

"You can see it clearly, but sometimes you can't help yourself. Under the reflection of the candlelight, the mask of the drunken boy was a little less cold and a little softer.

At this time, Qianshu came in and reported: "Childe, the kitchen is ready for supper, do you want to eat it now?"

"Come in. "A thousand drunken sons commanded.

Qianshu went out, personally cut off the supper and came in, put it on the tea table, and retreated to the door to guard.

Two small bowls of pumpkin porridge, a plate of small buns, a plate of egg cakes, and four small stir-fries, simple but all of them are Xuan Miaoer's favorite food.

Xuan Miao'er was not polite, she was indeed a little hungry, the two sat down, and waited for the drunken boy to move the chopsticks, and she followed to eat.

The drunken boy doesn't like to talk when he eats, so Xuan Miaoer is also very quiet, and occasionally the drunken boy warmly picks up dishes for Xuan Miaoer, and Xuan Miaoer is not polite, she is indeed hungry, and she eats more. (To be continued.) )