Xu Zhaoyi herself has gone from a slave to today's position. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info has suffered hardships, enjoyed wealth, is used to seeing the world is hot and cold, and is too familiar with the warmth and coldness of people.

Xueyue peach blossom is just a side dish of egg white and shrimp roe, the taste is sweet and sour, nothing more than the bright color and eye. There are thousands of imperial dishes in the palace, this dish is not a delicacy in any case, but it is a rare delicacy in Luo Pujia's mouth, and she can't understand Murong Wei's hints.

"This is easy, the concubine makes people prepare fresh prawns, and then find the best Jinhua ham and perilla leaves to season, and the princess will also taste the concubine's craftsmanship." Xu Zhaoyi listened to the words, glad that the menu he folded in his sleeve was not taken out at all, and he only sat for a moment before returning to the palace.

It turned out that I was not thoughtful, and the strange things on the menu with abalone and ginseng wings would only look thin. Xu Zhaoyi threw the menu into the paper basket, sat down in front of the bookcase, and re-listed the list of eight cold and ten hot desserts plus one soup and one pot with the thick grinding that had been ground in the morning.

The finale is just a snow clam sent by Meng Zhaoyi. Xu Zhaoyi wants to make a ginseng and snow clam porridge, which can not only be beautifying, but also beautiful, and also contains a piece of Meng Zhaoyi's heart.

Most of the dishes listed on the list are ordinary things, and Xu Zhaoyi has redesigned the arrangement of several cold cuts to make them look like flowers.

After looking at it again and again, there should be no problem, Xu Zhaoyi gently put down the pen, and it was the end of this matter.

Xu Zhaoyi was careful, and the redrawn menu must be shown to Murong Wei.

Murong Wei saw those dishes, and knew that Xu Zhaoyi understood her own tips, so she couldn't help nodding secretly. Mama Liu, who came to deliver the menu, said with a smile: "There is a way to be a guest, but your master is so careful." ”

Seeing that the third day of the eighth lunar month was approaching, Xu Zhaoyi issued a purchase order early in the morning, and Mama Liu took her own private money and took people out to buy in advance.

Xu Zhaoyi opened the warehouse by herself, and carefully picked out a set of dishes with pink glaze and gold thread entwined branches and floral patterns, with the same cups. Someone sent it to the small kitchen, only to pick it up tomorrow, and then led a few slaves and maids to decorate the apse of Zixia Palace.

In the apse of Zixia Palace, there is a garden where flowers continue to bloom at four o'clock, and Xu Zhaoyi takes care of various flowers such as roses, peonies, camellias, spring greetings, and purple leaves and plums.

There is a Baihuazhou in the garden, a small two-story building, which was originally a small stage. The one-color nanmu is faded and painted, with antique furnishings and decorations, which is elegant and simple.

The hall on the second floor is hollowed out on three sides and carved directly to the ground of the window sash, pushing the window, people can overlook the scenery of the garden.

The wisteria flowers that Murong Wei said were crawling all over the branches along the trunk of Baihuazhou and those carved window sashes, and a few trees also extended to the Xuan Hall on the second floor, and slowly fell from under the Wu Corridor, like a purple curtain.

If it is a Keya dish, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers outside, the fragrance of tea or the sound of the piano inside, it is a good place for drinking and chatting.

Because the color of the curtains was too dull, Xu Zhaoyi commanded everyone to replace the curtains and curtains in the Xuan Hall with a faint water green and goose yellow, and put some fresh camellia and golden cinnamon in the hall, and the light fragrance gradually became thick.

The black jade floor with the marble rosewood openwork carved six screens is also suitable, Xu Zhaoyi ordered people to take water to wash the ground carefully, and then spread some light-colored carpet on the stairs, then satisfiedly held the hand of the palace maid and went down the wooden stairs.

Seeing that it was still early, Xu Zhaoyi pulled up her hair, changed into a narrow-sleeved palace coat and went down to the small kitchen in person.

After saying that she would cook with her own hands, Xu Zhaoyi had twelve points of sincerity for the banquet to Luo Pujia. I'm afraid that tomorrow will be too late, so I have to hang out the soup stock of the porridge one day in advance.

In the past, when she waited for the Queen Mother's daily life, Xu Zhaoyi never went to the kitchen. Later, with Ah Xuan, if his son was a picky eater, Xu Zhaoyi would occasionally make a few pastries to coax his son to eat.

Now that it is not a hand-to-hand life, Xu Zhaoyi skillfully boiled the water over a high fire, and scalded the fresh pork leg bones and black chicken that Mama Liu bought back to remove the blood. Then change the low heat again, put the pork leg bones together with the black chicken, and add Jinhua ham, scallops, longan, rock sugar and other things, which is enough to simmer for an hour.

Skim off the foam and filter it several times before draining out a pot of snow-white and clear broth, which is reserved for tomorrow's porridge.

Mama Liu looked at Xu Zhaoyi busy with work, and knew that she couldn't be persuaded, so she only rolled up her sleeves and started quickly. The master and servant stayed in the small kitchen until lunchtime, taking care of all the preparations for tomorrow, and Xu Zhaoyi went back to eat with confidence.

On the first day of the third day of the new year, before noon, Murong Wei came together with Xia Lanxin and Luo Pujia.

Luo Pujia was not enthusiastic about this kind of banquet, just to wipe Murong Wei's face, so she reluctantly agreed.

Now that she has a title, Luo Pujia is afraid that she will lose her sense of proportion in the palace, so Yang Xia Lanxin picks clothes for herself.

I chose a piece of crimson embroidered Hangzhou silk curtain with folded branches and begonias, and the head was full of black hair to make a low bun, and the hairpin was a light red tourmaline bead flower, and two earrings of the same color tourmaline were the size of lotus seeds.

Because it was the first time she met, Luo Pujia gave Xu Zhaoyi two boxes of homemade sandalwood, and said with a shy smile: "I heard the eldest princess say that Zhaoyi Niangniang likes to chant scriptures, and a little sandalwood is not a tribute. ”

Xu Zhaoyi only knew that Luo Pujia was now widowed, and thought that she was a depressed woman, but she looked at her clothes and jewelry but was not in filial piety, and she only thought that her husband had been dead for a long time, and she didn't care.

Listening to Luo Pujia's words and deeds, she is neither humble nor arrogant, and it is even more difficult to know the etiquette, Xu Zhaoyi is even more happy.

After receiving the sandalwood sent by Luo Pujia, Xu Zhaoyi sincerely thanked: "Now I can have a drink with a few people in Baihuazhou, all thanks to the master of Jiafang Pavilion." If the so-called great kindness is not grateful, I will not be a hypocritical person. There is a small banquet today, just for the flower viewing and drinking, and you will feel at home. ”

Seeing that Luo Pujia's incense was carefully packaged, Xu Zhao untied the beige ribbon tied with the incense with his own hands, opened a small vermilion lacquer box, took out the incense inside, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and ordered someone to point it in the silver hollow flower ball.

Xu Zhaoyi gently raised her glass to Luo Pujia, took a sip of her self-brewed pear wine, and a shallow flush floated on her cheeks: "Today, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and take the pavilion master's sandalwood to add the elegance of Baihualou, which is more enjoyable and interesting." ”

After two glasses of wine, Luo Pujia's face was also a little mellow, adding some charm, and she smiled softly: "Some meager things, if they can enter the eyes of Zhaoyi Niangniang, it is an honor for Pujia." ”

Xu Zhaoyi looked closely, although the person in front of him looked generous, there was always a little timidity in his eyes.

It's just like my old self. From a slave to Zhaoyi, every step was taken carefully, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the hands of others and become someone else's talking posture.