Mingquan is right, Babeile really likes to stay in the study, and even brings a bamboo basket to "come".

The relationship between Zhu Beile and Babel is slowly warming, not because of Babel's "sugar-coated cannonballs". "Sugar-coated cannonball" is a word that subconsciously popped up in his mind when he got up on the second day of his arrival at the house and saw the jewelry full of makeup boxes displayed in front of him by Wutong.

In the evening, if Babeile came back early, he would ask Ming Quan to invite the bamboo basket to speak, and sometimes teach the bamboo basket to recite a few poems, but he never asked the bamboo basket to write again. Although he has long known that the princes of the Qing Dynasty, each of them is a dragon and phoenix among people who have both civil and military skills, but when he really sees it, he is still impressed.

Whenever he talked, he listened quietly. Babel is like a mineral deposit to Zhuzhen, and the more he digs, the more he is amazed at his unfathomable and unexpected depth. Zhu Zhen never imagined that Babeile would have such a eloquent time, his exquisite description of the scenery of various places, his unique views on poetry and songs, and even his outstanding military talents, all of which made Zhu Zhu admire.

For the initial unhappiness, Zhu Zhen gradually relieved, and gradually tried to forget, after all, he grew up in the deep palace since he was a child, and his mother's family has no background, so he can grow up to such a scene today, how much hardship and planning, painstaking efforts and arrangements should be there. The bamboo basket slowly stopped being indifferent to him, and when he laughed with himself, he would occasionally interject a few words, and when it came to happiness, the bamboo basket would also be happy.

The days in Babeile Mansion, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not, Zhu Zhen slowly got used to chatting with Babel every day, and even faintly looked forward to it, I don't know what kind of surprises and accidents he will bring to himself today. It's just that sometimes when he is alone, the bamboo basket will also have uneasiness, these beautiful illusions, although Babel did not say it, but the bamboo basket understands that these all represent a meaning of Babel. But what does that mean......

Zhu Zhen had a dream, she hadn't dreamed for a long time since she entered the palace. The dream is very chaotic, there are many people, faintly appearing. For a while, it was Yongdao, not far in front of him was the back of the bamboo basket who loved and feared, the bamboo basket stretched out his hand to call him, but before he stretched out his hand, the scene vaguely changed to the appearance of Chuxiu Palace, Babeiler's voice sounded in his ears, he said, I am in your eyes, is it really nothing? Zhu Zhen felt that his waist was getting tighter and tighter, and his chest was suffocated for a while. It seemed that he was going to die like this, but when he saw the colorful lights hanging high all around, the crowd was crowded, and the man in white who had not dreamed for a long time smiled faintly and said, I have a little sister at home, and I always like to call me my fourth brother, you can also call me my fourth brother. Zhu Zhen felt very small, as if she was still a child, and she obediently wanted to call him the fourth brother. But in the next second, the man in front of him changed his face, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but Zhu Zhen knew that his face had changed. He shook off the bamboo basket's hand, which felt very scared and wanted to grab his hand, but because his body was too short, he didn't catch it, and only tore off a little of his shirt and saw a faint yellow belt inside. The man was getting farther and farther away, and Zhu Zhen wanted to catch up with him, but he couldn't run, only to see his back melt into the crowd little by little, and it was blurry.

When he woke up, he only felt cold all over his body, and then he realized that the quilt had been lifted. In a trance, she felt that she was in a dream, but her brain was very swollen and chaotic, and the situation in the dream was clear for a while, vague and scattered for a while. Zhu Zhen always felt that he should think of something, but he felt that the memory was blank, and when he was bored, Zhu Zhen supported his forehead with both hands, only to find that his forehead was cold and full of cold sweat.

It was still dark outside, and I couldn't tell the time, and it was not time to wake up. Wrapped in a quilt, Zhu Zheng closed his eyes. Zhu Zhen felt that he was sleeping quickly, and when he closed his eyes, his consciousness began to blur.

In a daze, Zhu Zhen felt that she had fallen into a dream again, and it was the long and narrow corridor that she wanted to distinguish, and she heard someone calling her. After a long time, Zhu Ling opened his eyes, only to feel weak and his head heavy, it turned out that Qiu Ling had just called for himself to get up. Turning his head to look out the window, the sky was hazy, and it was time to start.

As he spoke, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside. It's early in the morning, or in Baylor House, who is so bold? Zhu Ling combed Qiu Ling's hair for himself and asked, "On what day, there was a cannon battle outside?" ”

Qiu Ling "giggled" and said, "The girl is really confused, today is the twenty-third day of the lunar month, and she has entered the New Year!" ”

Is it already the twenty-third day of the lunar month? The bamboo hoop was stunned. came to the first birthday of ancient times, Zhang Ruoyu's nineteenth birthday, Zakuta Zhuzhen's fifteenth birthday, that's it, has it arrived?

"What dress would the girl want to wear today?" Sycamore asked by the closet.

"It's all good, you can look and choose." Since accepting Babel's arrangement, Zhu Zhen was still interested in picking one, but after a long time, he also found that Wutong and Qiuling had good vision and craftsmanship, so they only let them dress up.

Wutong took out a set of apricot pink flag suits, covered with a plum-red gown with black piping, and asked the meaning of the bamboo basket: "The girl can still get by with this body?" The slave maid thought that since it was a big New Year, she would look at the festive ones. ”

Zhu Zhen glanced at it and said, "Well, it's good, just this one." ”

Qiu Ling looked at the clothes on Wutong's hand and said, "Then today's girl will wear the cloisonné inlaid with rubies, and the color pattern is cloising." ”

"Okay, not too much." The bamboo basket still can't help but give a word of advice.

"Don't worry, girl, I've been serving the girl these days, doesn't this slave and maid know?" Qiu Ling is younger than Wutong, and her personality is also lively, so after she gradually gets acquainted with the bamboo basket, she will also talk back.

Pack up, have breakfast, and only celebrate the hour. Zhu Zhen took off his shoes and sat on the couch, thinking about how to spend this birthday. If she was in Chuxiu Palace, she could be more casual, but now in Babeile Mansion, she must not be able to make a noise.

"What the hell is going to do?" Zhu Ling kept reading it in his mouth, and Qiu Ling couldn't help it, and asked, "What does the girl want?" Tell the slave and the slave will help you find it. ”

"Nothing." Zhu Ji waved his hand, remembered something, straightened up and said, "Did Lord Belle say when he would return home today?" ”

"Nope." Wutong replied, "It's already the New Year, and the banquets in the palace have begun, and I'm afraid I'm going to be even busier." The girl has something to look for? ”

In this case, presumably he will not come back early, maybe he will talk to Concubine Liang, or drink with those brothers, maybe what time will he go, thinking so, Zhu Zhen Chong said to the two: "Can I borrow the kitchen?" Do you need to talk to the general manager? ”

"What does the girl do in the kitchen? But what do you want to eat? Just tell the kitchen to do it. Sycamore asked.

Zhu Zhen said: "I just want to eat the dim sum I ate at home, I'm afraid the kitchen won't make it." "It would be strange if they could. Although I don't like sweets very much, I occasionally eat some cake chocolate ice cream or something. Especially when I am used to buying a cake and eating it with my family on my birthday every year, I feel that something is wrong if I don't eat it.

"What kind of dim sum? The girl called a name out, and the slave went to the kitchen to ask. Sycamore said.

The bamboo basket told her name, and the sycamore went on its own. But Qiu Ling listened to it, felt fresh, and wrapped the bamboo basket to talk to her, what kind of snack was it.

Not long after, the sycamore came back, and as expected, the kitchen had not been done.

"Back to the girl, the master of the kitchen said, please describe one or two for the girl, and the kitchen will try its best to figure it out." Wutong said again.

"Let's go over to me, I haven't done it for a long time, but I want to have fun." The bamboo hoop was interested.

"It's better not to go to a place like the kitchen, if you let the master know, I'm afraid I'll blame." Qiu Ling persuaded.

In the end, he couldn't resist his intentions, and Zhu Zhen smiled: "If the master blames it, I will bear it for you, and remember to inform the chief manager." ”

"Since the girl likes it, just go, the manager has instructed, what the girl wants, the slave and maid should respond." Sycamore Road.

Qiu Ling had already taken the first step to do the dots, and Wutong led the bamboo basket to the kitchen. The kitchen in Babel House is very large, especially when it comes to the Chinese New Year, it is a busy and lively scene. The people at the door saw the bamboo basket come in, and they were a little puzzled, and they saw the sycamore behind the bamboo basket, thinking that they knew the identity of the bamboo basket, and said hello to the bamboo basket with the bamboo basket.

Zhu Zhen responded one by one, and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the big inside, also dressed as a cook, Qiu Ling was following behind him, thinking that he was a steward in the kitchen, or a pastry chef.

Qiu Ling walked quickly and said with Zhu Zheng: "Girl, this is Master Lu in the kitchen, who specializes in making pastries in the house, and she has a good craft, and if the girl needs anything in a while, she will explain to Master Lu." ”

Master Lu greeted the bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket returned the salute and said, "How many times have I done it at home, but the kitchen utensils and materials are not very well matched, so I don't know what can be made?" ”

"The slave obeys the girl's orders." Master Lu said.

Afterwards, Chef Lu led the bamboo basket through the large kitchen to a separate and connected dining room, which was a place dedicated to making pastries, which was noticeably quieter.

"What do you need for kitchen utensils and materials, and ask the girl to show me." Master Lu said.

Zhu Zhen thought about it, and didn't know if the ancient conditions could be successful, so make a simple one first, and it would not be wasted. She said, "Prepare some eggs, flour, alkaline flour, corn starch, oil, and sugar. As for the kitchenware...... "The bamboo basket is a little difficult, what should I use for this oven?"

"Is there an idle ice book in the house?" Bamboo Shoe Road.

"Bing Jian has, how much does the girl want? Then the servant commanded that it should be brought. Master Lu said.

The bamboo basket was a little embarrassed, knowing that Babeile Mansion was rich and rich, one was not enough, how many more?

"One is fine, add charcoal fire to it, and I'm going to use it to roast things."

"Yes, the minion will do it." Master Lu turned around and went outside.

"Wait!" The bamboo basket stopped him.

"What else does the girl command?" Master Lu paused, turned around and asked.

"Is there a container that is not afraid of burning in the ice book?" Bamboo basket gesture.

"The minions are going to find it." Chef Lu came out of the pastry room.

Not long after, a small servant came in with Bingjian. The bamboo basket stepped forward to take a look, it could fit a twelve-inch cake, nodded, and she instructed the little maid to light the charcoal fire and preheat it first. On the other side, various materials are also available. The bamboo basket estimated the weight, cleaned his hands, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the eggs and beat them, added sugar, flour, alkaline noodles and an appropriate amount of oil to them, and began to stir. At this time, Master Lu came in with some large and small dishes, cups and pans, and said to Zhuzhen: "Girl, look, can these still be made?" ”

I looked at them one by one and chose a larger bronze bowl. When the egg flour is stirred into a batter, the bamboo basket brushes a layer of oil in the sea bowl, and then pours the batter into the copper sea bowl, the amount is smaller, but there is no need to worry about overflowing. After the ice was heated, the little guy took the sea bowl in the bamboo basket's hand, carefully put it into the ice jian, and added a lid.

Next, it's a matter of waiting. In fact, the method of this cake is very simple, Zhu Zhen has made it with a rice cooker at home, but I don't know if it can make the same effect by replacing the rice cooker with this Bingjian. And there is another problem, that is, the mastery of time, when using the rice cooker, it will automatically jump gears, time control is very convenient, and the use of ice can be controlled manually, which is not easy to master, maybe you need to test a few times to find the time.

Half an hour later, the bamboo basket ordered the little girl to take out the cake, and the fragrance came to the nose, but it didn't seem to look very good, not so fluffy, and the color was not the kind of tempting golden, but a little bleak. The bamboo basket cut the cake, but there was still an uncooked place! I pinched a piece and tasted it, the taste was OK, it seemed that there was no problem with the ratio of raw materials, and the frowning brows of the bamboo hoop finally melted away, which was a little comforting.

"Girl, is this what you call a cake? It smells so good! Qiu Ling stepped forward and said.

"It wasn't very successful, I didn't have some heat, the oil on the bowl was less brushed, it was a little burnt on this side, and the batter was not evenly beaten, and there were a lot of small bumps inside. Looks like it's going to be redone. Bamboo shrugged his shoulders and placed the cake on the table next to him, ready to start the next round of experiments.

Seeing that Master Lu was bowing his head and not saying a word, as if he was thinking about something, Zhu Zhen inquired, "Master Lu, what do you think of?" ”

Hearing Zhu Zhen's words to himself, Master Lu hurriedly said: "The slave thinks, you can sift the flour first and then put it in, and the flour will be finer." ”

Hearing this, Zhu Zheng's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "No, I didn't expect this!" "Ancient flour is not as delicate as modern times, and I was in a hurry to make one just now, so I got started in a hurry and didn't think it through. In addition, the temperature of this ice will not exceed 100 degrees, so the baking time will be correspondingly longer. Plus, the whisk! Definitely need a whisk! Compared with chopsticks, the whisk will be much more convenient, and in the future, to make more complex cakes, the whisk is even more indispensable.

Thinking like this, Zhu Ji said with Qiuling: "Go get paper and pencils, I still have kitchen utensils, I need to draw them, and let people do a few according to the way." ”

Qiu Ling hurriedly left, and after a while, she went back to the small kitchen and found a square table to spread out the paper and pen.

Zhu Zhen drew the shape of the egg beater, handed it to Master Lu, and explained it to him roughly, and then asked him to order someone to make a few handfuls as it was.

Fine flour is a lot needed, so Master Lu found two kitchen handymen to sift the flour on the side. Bingjian was still heating all the time, and the little guy who was fanning the wind on the side was working hard. The bamboo basket took some sifted flour and re-beat some batter according to the amount of flour just now. Take another bowl, brush it with oil, pour in the batter and start baking.

This time, the effect is obviously much better, Qiu Ling's greedy girl couldn't help it anymore, and said: "Good girl, the slave maid has never smelled such a fragrant pastry, reward the slave maid and taste it!" ”

Zhu Zhen smiled: "If you want to eat, just take it yourself, do you still need to talk to me?" It's just that the taste is still a little unsuccessful at the moment. ”

Qiu Ling was busy, smiled and cut a piece of cake to eat, the straight road was very sweet, and cut a piece of stuff and sycamore. Wutong refused, but he couldn't screw her in the end, and opened his mouth to eat, which was soft and delicious, and delicious.

Zhu Zhen smiled and continued to experiment, constantly changing the heat, time, and adjusting the amount. Later, Qiu Ling also followed.

When it was time for lunch, Wutong called the bamboo basket to stop and rest, the bamboo basket was rising, where would he leave, and besides, after tasting the morning, her stomach did not feel very hungry, so she drove the others to eat, leaving only Qiu Ling and another little man watching the fire in the pastry room.

Finally, after basically mastering the baking conditions of the cake, Zhu Zhen felt the need to start making it more difficult. My favorite food is ice cream cake, but unfortunately at this time, I am afraid it will be too late to research ice cream again.

Before the whisk arrived, Zhu Zhen made a list of several cake flavors to try next. The rest is easy to say, but the beans in the red bean cake need to be steamed first and then processed for flavor, the bamboo basket makes a jar of honey red beans, and a can of black beans is steamed out of the soup made from lotus seed hearts, and put it on the table for later use.

Seeing that Master Lu had already returned from lunch, Zhu Zhen instructed Master Lu to prepare more commonly used materials, such as milk and honey, so Zhu Zhen cleaned his hands, sat down at the table, and waited for the egg beater to arrive.

Outside the window, white plums are blooming. White plum, white plum, there is! Zhu Zheng hurriedly drew a few molds, handed them to Master Lu and said, "According to this way, make a few sets of molds, and it is best to burn a few today and use them first." While speaking, the bamboo basket roughly explained the size, and Master Lu took the pattern to arrange.

Feeling a little hungry, Wutong prepared some food for the bamboo basket. While eating, the whisk had arrived, and the bamboo basket was very satisfied. Instructed Qiu Ling to bring a bowl of cold milk, and scooped out a small bowl of red beans and black beans from the can, and the bamboo basket began to beat the batter while instructing the kitchen handyman to squeeze the lemon juice and remove the hawthorn core.

The red bean cake was made very successfully, but in fact, the cake was improved from bamboo baskets. When boiling red beans, Zhu Zheng suddenly thought of that back, so she temporarily added black beans, hawthorn, and lemon juice to it. This cake was made for him.

"It's so beautiful, it's so fragrant!" As soon as the cake came out, Qiu Ling sighed and looked at the bamboo basket with pleading eyes. But Zhu Zhen was unmoved, only shook his head apologetically, and said, "I'll make you other cakes to eat later, this, I can't give you to eat." ”

"Girl, can you take a look at this?" Wutong came in with a tray carrying large and small food boxes, and even two maidservants followed behind with larger ones.

Zhu Zhen said: "You came just in time, put it on the table over there, I'll pick and choose." ”

Sycamore responded with "yes" and put the various food boxes on the table. Zhu Zhen carefully placed the cake on the table and carefully picked up the food box. It's been a long time, and I still don't like it.

"Isn't there a girl who likes it? The slave and maid went and looked for some more. Sycamore said.

Without waiting for Zhu Zheng to speak, Qiu Ling suddenly said: "The slave and maid remembered!" Then he turned to Wutong and said, "Sister, do you remember the one made of gold and wicker that came in from outside last year?" There are landscape paintings painted on it. ”

Wutong then said: "If you don't mention it, you will forget." Wutong turned to the bamboo basket and said, "Girl, wait, the slave maid will take the food box, and it will be able to do what the girl wants!" ”

The bamboo basket nodded, and she took it.

Wutong is right, it can indeed do what he wants. The food box is very light, the appearance is very simple, and the material is not expensive, but it is full of intentions. Especially the picture of a spring lady embroidered with gold thread on the body of the box, which makes the bamboo basket a little red-faced and red-eared, and the daughter's family picking red beans under the tree is not just in the middle of his own careful thinking? It's just that I swore at the beginning, but now I am like a good concubine, and sure enough, I can't talk nonsense, and now it's all fulfilled in myself.

After carefully cleaning the food box, the bamboo basket put the cake properly and closed the lid. The food box is not big, and it doesn't weigh much in your hand. But, do you know my heart? Even if there is no future, this is the promise I secretly made to you: half raw red beans, half raw black beans, in exchange for my lifelong lovesickness for you.