Wang Jieyi's family doesn't have so many rules for eating. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info plus Song Mier, a table is only full of four people.

In the past, there were two concubines, since Wang Xie Yi was deposed, ready to leave the rich southeast to the remote Ming Yuzhou, the two concubines were weak in health, unaccustomed to water and soil, and had their mother's family to take care of and other willingness, invited to leave, and even took away a lot of precious calligraphy, painting and jewelry of the Wang family. After that, the Wang family disbanded many servants and easily came to Mingyuzhou.

Wang Xie Yi didn't say anything, but he was more grateful and dependent on Mrs. Wang than he had respected in the past. Mrs. Wang's face was not obvious, but when she arrived in Mingyuzhou, her complexion was ruddy, and the joy and happiness in her heart could not be exchanged for gold, silver and jewelry.

Fortunately, although Wang Xie Yi has had concubines, one of the two concubines is from the former Shangfeng, and the other is sent by a colleague.

In the past, Wang Jieyi would talk about having another son, and even used the decoction of the concubine room, but after arriving in Mingyuzhou, Wang Jieyi never mentioned this matter again, and only looked like a female football team.

But now, his daughter has popped up out of thin air a close friend, saying that she is a friend, but the attitude of his wife and daughter towards her is very strange, seemingly casual but very respectful, not to mention that his wife and daughter He knows that for so many years, how have he ever heard them say that there is such a friend?

And at such a sensitive and tense moment, she appeared alone in front of Mingyuzhou, who is now the head of Ming Yuzhou, would she deceive her wife and daughter and have other plans?

Wang Jieyi's eyes flashed, and the chopsticks gently pinched a few pieces of fungus fried yam, "This fungus yam is really delicious, the yam is a wild yam, and the fungus is the fungus that has the beauty of heaven and earth in the mountains. ”

He smiled and asked casually, "Miss Song is cute and eats this fungus yam." ”

Song Mier wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, this action made Wang Jieyi move his eyebrows slightly, and listened to Song Mier's soft voice, "I used to love to eat this yam, but I love to cook it in a small pot and eat it." ”

"Cooked and eaten?" Wang Xie Yi shook his chopsticks, "I have heard people say that this small pot is also a little exquisite, some like to use a small brass pot, the middle of the high tube boiling water, the mutton on both sides, the sheep scorpion put inside, the old ginger and red dates, on the sauce, the winter has a different taste." It's a pity that the four seasons of Ming Yuzhou are like spring, in the past, in the southeast to eat more big fish and small fresh, this brass pot down, the fish skin will be rolled into silk, it is really unbelievable. ”

Song Mier smiled, "It's suitable for raw fish, fished out by the sea while it is fresh, the thin blade Sanqi draws out the fish bones, the pieces are as thin as cicada wings, if there is something that you are not used to eating, you can paste it on the slate that is hot in the sun, and put it in the ice in the blink of an eye, and there is a trace of white gas in the mouth, but I don't know whether it is hot or cool, it melts in the mouth, and there is no aftertaste, and a fish is only left with its tail." ”

"I didn't expect Miss Song to study Southeast food so well, and she has lived there for a long time?"

Song Mier smiled and didn't answer, but continued to talk about the pot, "Uncle has a little love for mutton shabu-shabu, but mutton scorpions are still a little different from shabu-shabu. However, what I love the most is the cast iron nine-square grid pot, three points of oil and seven points of spicy, the pot is divided into nine grids, one grid and one dish, the pot rolls into the dish, mutton is not often put, more tender meat slices, beef tendon fish balls, but I love to put the yam in it, shiitake mushroom and winter melon, the more you cook, the more you taste, not afraid of spicy, you can also scald some vegetables," Song Mier took a chopstick water spinach, "like this, you can fish it out in time to throw down the hourglass as big as your little finger, and the corner of your mouth is hot with a bubble, but it is the best to eat." ”

Wang Xie Yi laughed, "It seems that the virtuous niece prefers southwest and southwest food. ”

"Not really," Song Mier took a sip of the plum wine in his hand, "On a snowy day, drink green ant new brew wine from a small red mud stove, and wait for people to return on a snowy night to watch the chess pieces fall into the lanterns, which is also very interesting." ”

Wang Xie Yi didn't want to fight with Song Mier anymore, and his face was slightly gloomy: "Miss Song is from the capital. ”

Finally to the topic, Song Mier nodded: "Exactly." ”

"There is a noodle restaurant in the capital, I once went to eat it once when I was reporting to work, and it is unforgettable, but now I have forgotten the name."

Wang Xie Yi looked nostalgic.

"That noodle shop has no name, uncle good luck, that nameless noodle shop only the authentic Wangjing people know, I want to come to the uncle is also which night return to find the noodle shop by mistake, the noodle shop in Wangjing Ximen Hutong No. 39 side lane three, Ximen Hutong is difficult to find, the side lane is more inconspicuous, if you hang out but can't go there. However, his noodles are really delicious, fermented in alkaline water, pressed noodles with fine bamboo, fried peanuts to make sauce, sweet and sour base, red oil poured on the head, a bowl with a big palm, ordinary women can also eat three or five bowls, but unfortunately, the store sells noodles depending on the mood, there are three hundred bowls of noodles today, and three hundred and one will not be made, and there will be five hundred bowls of noodles tomorrow, and the rest will not be left until tomorrow. But there was never a time when I couldn't sell out, and I often opened the store at noon, and there was no face in an hour or two. Uncle Jingzhong reported on his work, at least in the afternoon, and he even ate noodles, and his uncle's luck was really good. “

Wang Xie Yi broke down in a cold sweat, "It just so happened to be a coincidence, but it was taken by a colleague, and it was really a bit of luck." ”

He changed his words, "The little niece is from Wangjing, how did she meet Ruosu?" ”

"It's just a coincidence・・・・・・," Song Mier said this, and simply stopped talking.

She can understand Wang Jieyi's feelings, but whoever is suspected and questioned, the clay man will also have three points of anger.

Wang Ruosu hurriedly answered, and after a few rounds, she also saw that something was wrong, "Dad!" What do you know? Could it be that my mother and I will still lie to you? Why, do you want me to explain in detail what year and month we are, where we are, and why did we meet Miss Song?! ”

Wang Xie Yi saw that his daughter was angry, and hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, okay, oops, dad didn't mean that, I won't ask, don't ask, okay, eat." ”

Wang Xie Yi didn't ask, but Song Mier still had questions.

"Uncle, I heard Ruosu say that the governor of Mingyu Prefecture has left, and now in this situation, what does my uncle want to do?"

Wang Xie Yi didn't ask, it doesn't mean that the vigilance will disappear, "Haha, Miss Song is young, I didn't expect to be interested in political affairs, Ruosu, you are far behind!" ”

Wang Ruosu's back was already soaked, "Dad! ”

"I'm not interested in politics either, but now that I live in the mountains, I always have to care about my own safety and that of my friends." Song Mier had a smile in his eyes, and seemed to be really curious, "I'm just curious, why did my uncle take on this matter of Mingyuzhou, now Mingyuzhou seems to be very dangerous, why didn't my uncle withdraw from Mingyuzhou with his family?" Stranded here, leaving his wife frightened? ”