Feng Mi Chu said, "Ask what the love in the world is, and teach people to live and die." Love is deep, and even life and death can't be blocked, what can I do. ”

Jing Diyi originally wanted to leave after the diagnosis and treatment, but before going out, she suddenly wanted to eat braised elbow, and she had already called the kitchen to prepare it. But Cui Hu Luoli insisted on not letting people go, and asked her a bunch of questions, Fang Shouying is taboo in eating and drinking, what is the impact of falling today, will the child be born early.

She had already told Fang Shouying what she should have paid attention to, and she also asked Fang Shouying's personal maid to write it down on paper, but Cui Hu thought that they were not clear enough, so she pestered her again.

As a result, she didn't have to rest at noon, and even ate dinner in the Hou Mansion. Cui Hu asked the kitchen to prepare delicacies from the mountains and seas, and served two jars of jade white dew, delicious and delicious hospitality, but he didn't even give her peace when he ate, and he was still asking, and she didn't know the taste of food.

After dinner, Feng Michu sent her home, Jing Diyi had a straight face, only half a bowl of rice was eaten, and she was hungry, Feng Michu couldn't help but smile, "This is his first child, it is inevitable that he is a little too nervous, and I ask Miss to be considerate." ”

She is considerate, but who understands her braised elbow.

It was snowing again, Jing Diyi stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake falling from the sky, and the steward of the Hou Mansion chased it out, handed them the umbrella, and by the way conveyed what Cui Hu had forgotten to say, "When will the girl come over again, the Hou Ye said that there are still some questions, and he is afraid that the questions will not be complete, so he plans to take notes first, and then ask them again when the girl comes." ”

Jing Diyi glared, and basically looked at people's faces when she was in charge, so she didn't dare to say anything more, and slipped back home.

Feng Michu opened the umbrella and looked at the dim lanterns shrouded in the night, only a few houses along the way, illuminating the bluestone street hazy, he was half nostalgic and half emotional, and he sighed that things were people, "Not far ahead, I remember that there was an old man surnamed Liu who set up a stall there to sell Yangchun noodles." ”

Jing Diyi touched her stomach and pulled Feng Michu to move forward without saying a word.

Cao Luo followed with a lantern.

Feng Michu said, "It's been more than ten years, and that stall may not be there." ”

"I used to know that I was gone. "She was so hungry now that she could eat a table of ducks.

The stall that Feng Michu said is still there, but the boss is not the old man he said, he is a teenager. The stall was very simple, a wooden cart, a pot of hot soup was boiling, and the young man was cooking noodles with chopsticks in one hand and a large iron spoon in the other.

A simple shed was set up next to the wooden cart, and a few tattered tables and chairs were randomly placed to become a stall. Jing Diyi was not picky, and said, "Bring anything to eat." ”

Thinking that there would be no guests on a snowy night, the young man saw that Jing Diyi and Feng Michu were brightly dressed, and the people who came to him to eat noodles were usually poor people, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The young man cooked two bowls of noodles with a plate of fried vegetables and brought them to Jing Diyi, who grabbed the chopsticks and tried it, but the noodles were very chewy. Feng Mi tasted the familiar taste for the first time, "I have come here to eat noodles before, and the boss at that time invited me to drink. I came out in a hurry that time, I didn't bring enough money, and the boss charged me a few pennies less. ”

"You're probably talking about my grandfather, who passed away two years ago. The boy said.

Feng Michu put down his chopsticks, "That's really a pity." "The taste is the same, but when you eat it, it's still different.

The young man also gave Feng Mi a small pot of wine, which is not as good as the jade dew of the Hou Mansion, it is cheap wine, and on such a cold day, drink some to warm up.

Jing Diyi chatted while eating, "When you come here to eat noodles, you should still be the eldest young master of Fengfu, shouldn't you go to the restaurant and teahouse if you want to eat?"

Feng Mi Chu said, "Sneaking out." ”

"Alone, or with someone else?"

He changed the subject, "Is it still to Miss's taste?"

"It's delicious. If Feng Michu hadn't brought her here, it is estimated that she would not have been able to find such a small stall, "I agree with your sentence the most, that is, the people take food as the sky." This imperial capital, not to mention anything else, is very rich in all kinds of food, and there are many delicious foods. ”

"When it comes to food, the young lady is always very energetic. ”

"You don't know. She chewed the noodles in her mouth, thinking about where to start, as if it was from the generation of the ancestors who first returned to seclusion with their wives and children, "Everyone in our family has a shortcoming. You say learn literature and martial arts, my brothers and I at home will understand a little bit as soon as we learn it, but this shortcoming is that I can't overcome it, and I can't learn how many ancient books I can't learn. ”

Feng Michu poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her, "Can't cook or cook?"

She corrected, "It's not going to make a good meal." "The word delicious is the finishing touch, the most important thing, who can't stir-fry and cook, and make less delicious. "The ancestors made a rule that they were not allowed to bring outsiders back to their homes, so the meals at home were made in turn in each room, and the taste could only be said in one word. When I was younger, I even thought that this was the taste of food, and I hated eating. ”

Feng Michu chuckled, but she felt that what she said was not an exaggeration at all, "What you have worn since childhood, you and even Pingle Kangyi and them as princesses may not be as good as what I wear, but this food, I have enjoyed it for many years less than you." ”

Because she enjoyed less, she never wanted to wronged herself, so after coming down the mountain, she made up her mind that she must eat a lot of delicious delicacies to compensate.

"I heard that Gaozu's cooking skills are good, but unfortunately I haven't eaten it. "Such a snowy night is really easy to evoke sorrow, Feng Michu has Feng Michu's regrets, she also has hers, he is right to people, she is right to eat.

Feng Michu was slightly surprised, as if he heard some palace secret, "King Zhan can cook?" I had only heard of King Zhan's poetry, calligraphy and painting, but I didn't know that he was also proficient in cooking.

Jing Diyi said, "I once thought that my future husband should not be too stupid, and it would be better if he knew some cooking skills. Looking at him expectantly, "Brother Feng's sugar gourd is delicious, and he should be quite talented in making other things." ”

Feng Michu thought for a while, "Maybe." Actually, I would like to eat the meal cooked by the young lady once. "It's rare to meet her who is not good at it.

She sincerely persuaded him, "You better dispel this idea." "She was afraid to eat him to death.

Jing Diyi raised his glass and touched the cup with him, Feng Mi Chu said, "I have eaten a lot of big fish and meat in Fengfu, and when I first ate this noodles, I felt that the taste was very special." ”

At that time, I still thought that the chef of Fengfu would not make this kind of light noodle soup, in fact, it was not that the cook could not make it, but he thought that this kind of rough food was eaten by the poor, and he was the young master of the official eunuch's family, so he didn't dare to make it for him to eat.

"Whether something is good or not has something to do with other things, in addition to the taste itself. For example, if you are hungry, you can eat whatever you eat, or whether you are happy or unhappy when you eat, and who will accompany you to eat. "Like Fang Cai, it's useless to make the food colorful, flavorful, and good, Cui protects that guy, which affects his appetite. It can be seen that the person sitting next to you at that time must have a very good relationship with you. ”

She nunu mouthed and asked him to look at a couple of men and women walking in the snowstorm.

At first glance, Feng Mi saw that it was Wu Chonghuan and Pan Qin with a sickly face.

Wu Chonghuan was stunned, he didn't expect to meet like this. Pan Qin's mood has changed slightly, compared to her depression when she was recuperating in bed, even if he was with him day and night, he still couldn't relieve relief.

Wu Chonghuan only felt that his self-esteem was hurt, but he still helped his wife to sit down at the table next to Feng Michu.

Jing Diyi deliberately whispered, "Do you need me to eat quickly, hurry up?" I'm young, this kind of love-hate entanglement is not deep enough, if you are embarrassed, ......"

Feng Michu said, "Didn't Miss say that it is better to chew and swallow slowly." ”

Don't regret what he said, "Then I'll eat slowly." ”

Wu Chonghuan ordered the same Yangchun noodles and side dishes, but Pan Qin didn't eat much, and always secretly looked at Feng Michu.