The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which was built in the Sui and Tang dynasties BC, has been unimpeded since then, and the grain from the south has been continuously transported to the north to supply the northern cities and frontier garrisons. On the river, there is an endless stream of boats from the Caoyun gang in the Jiangnan area, and flocks of wild ducks haunt the waves. Rice from the south was transported north, and countless grains were left in Hanoi, so that the fish and ducks in the waterway could be raised.

Xian'an leaned on the railing, staring at the wild ducks, his eyes were a little straight, his eyes were black and white, flexible and not frivolous, his face was very clean and smart, seven points were delicate, three points were sharp, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were always with a slight smile, and he was a smart and obedient person at first glance. With such a face, the older people will think she is cute, and the younger people will think she is amiable, and even if they don't like it, at least they won't hate it.

Mu Yue came to look for her on the deck, followed her gaze, and couldn't help but admire: "It's so fat! ”

Xian'an nodded in agreement, "Yes! I knew that when I had nothing to do on weekdays, I would have come here to catch a few wild ducks, and I would be able to sell them at a good price at the market. Seeing her dragging her chin with her hands, looking particularly regretful, Mu Yue wanted to laugh, and forced a smile to say to her: "It's a pity to sell it, this is delicious." ”

"Wild duck meat is tight, unlike domestic duck, if you want to eat it, you have to cut it into thick slices with a knife and slide it in warm oil."

Speaking of cooking, Mu Yue was a little unstoppable, like a wooden barrel filled with water, but coincidentally, there was a big hole leaking at the bottom of the barrel. "Sydney pears should be sliced after washing, a piece of duck meat between two slices of Sydney, put them in oil and fry them repeatedly, until the duck meat is crispy, and the taste is ......"

"Da Mou, stop!" Xian'an swallowed his saliva, his first impression of Mu Yue was, that guy is not an idiot, right? Holding this recipe can make him squat in the stove room all day, if you don't know the reason, Bao Buqi will think that he is crazy!

Rubbing his increasingly bulging cheeks, he suddenly felt that he had his own specialization in the arts, and Da Mou would not be an idiot if he cooked so deliciously, his nose sniffed several times, and his eyes looked at Mu Yue's placket: "Da Mou, how can you have salt noodles on your neckline, and there is a very faint salted bayberry taste?" Spread out her palms towards Mu Yue and hooked her fingers, her smile was like a little fox, but she was still a little fox who had no way.

Mu Yue was very honest, and without saying a word, he reached out and took out a packet of salted bayberry from the placket of his clothes, and handed it to Xian'an, "The young master wiped the saliva from the corner of your mouth. Mu Yue couldn't help laughing: "Na for you, this bayberry is something I tried to make myself, and the taste may be a little sweet." ”

Wrapped in oil paper with more than 10 round 'red carbon balls' stained with a layer of white salt, like the scene of stepping on the snow to find plums, Da Mou not only cooks well, candied fruit is also very good, sweet and sour, and secretly said in his heart that Da Mou does not go to be a chef, which is really a big regret in the kitchen world.

Mu Cheng regarded Xian'an as his own, and Mu Yue had always treated her as his own sister, and hurriedly asked, "Do you feel better?" ”

This doesn't sound like an auspicious word, but for the sake of the salted plums that look so good, Da Mu thank you......" Xian'an pretended not to understand and grinned.

Mu Yue couldn't help but laugh dumbly, as the so-called cheap and don't forget to behave well, that's what she said, right?

said truthfully with her: "It's a trivial matter, what's polite, besides, the bayberry was bought by my father, he thought it was early, and I was still kept in the dark, why don't you say it if you don't accept it?" Instead of greeting Xian'an with a concerned face, Mu Yue does not have the meticulousness of his father, nor does he have Xian'an's eyesight, if they don't say it, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to know.

Xian'an learned his tone: "It's a little meaning, how can you be so squeamish as a court catcher and a food official?" Besides, isn't the master fine? ”

She inadvertently turned around, and suddenly found that there was a person standing not far away, eye-catching cloud brocade embroidery with gold thread python pattern, sorghum red flying fish crown dress wearing a black hat, with a warm jade that others can't have, a Xuanjin luan belt around the waist, in addition to a brocade cloth waist card, but also equipped with an embroidered spring knife smelted from black gold......

Lu Yi!

Lu Yi didn't seem to notice them, he was holding a blue and white porcelain lid cup in his hand, enjoying the misty river view, and slowly floated the tea soup in the floating cup, the tea fragrance was curling, in the steam, the handsome face loomed, his father was Lu Bing, a powerful official during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, if he wasn't born in the family of the eunuch, Lu Yi would also be a gentle young man to the bones, right? !

According to Xian'an's thoughts, this deck is so big, Lu Qianhu may not be able to notice them, and he can't afford to step forward to greet him, while he hasn't noticed that it is convenient to sneak away, maybe Lu Yi still remembers the incident on Tangshui Street the night before, and then thinks of the two taels of silver, it is difficult to say that he will have a good impression of himself.

And Mu Yue hesitated for a moment, thinking about the size of the official rank, dignity and order, and it must not be rude to catch the six doors outside, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hand and said: "The six doors catch Mu Yue quickly, see Lord Lu." ”

Xian'an didn't have time to hold him, so he had to follow forward and salute: "Six doors Cui Xian'an see Lord Lu." ”

Lu Yi raised his eyes and hummed lightly.

At such a close distance, Xian'an looked at him and there was no different color on his face, thinking that he should not recognize himself, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where is Mou Cheng Wanmu's head?" Lu Yi asked in a flat tone.

My dad has a leg problem and is now resting in the cabin. Mu Yue replied.

Lu Yi raised his hand slightly and gestured in the direction of the cabin, meaning to ask him to lead the way. The teacup in his hand was handed to the side, which was the direction where Xian'an was.

Probably because his movements were too smooth, natural and smooth, and before Xian'an's mind turned a corner, he had already consciously taken the tea bowl and held it for him.

Mu Yue walked in front to lead the way for Lu Yi, Cui Xian'an looked at Lu Yi's back with a puzzled face, where Lu Yi walked through, it seemed that there was no grass within a radius of ten miles, and he couldn't help but be silent for his transformation from the imperial court to the tea servant, and his eyes noticed that the tea cup he was holding for Lu Yi in his hand was the most famous azure sleeve color porcelain in ancient porcelain, which was said to have been burned from the firewood kiln of Zhou Shizong after the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

If the craftsman wants to fire, he must first patiently observe the weather. He may have to wait for a heavy rainy day, and it may take a long time for the rain to pass the blue, and then see where the clouds have broken, a touch of blue. I don't know how much effort and effort it took to finally make the utensils fired by the craftsman "blue as the sky, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, and sound like a rock", and the glaze is moist and delicate. It is a pity that the hand-me-down of firewood kilns is rare, and it is rare in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that just the fragments of firewood kiln porcelain can be equivalent to gold and jade, so there is a reputation that "firewood kiln tiles are worth a thousand gold".

Unexpectedly, Lu Yi, a rough man who dances with knives and sticks, has such an elegant style, Xian An snorted coldly and was very disdainful, but he didn't dare to show it too much in the officialdom, and secretly said in his heart: Like those noble sons of theirs, they are all very good vassal and elegant, if this cup is exchanged for silver, it is enough for any ten ordinary families in the capital to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.