Because Qiao'er privately found something with Nuhachi, Song Yi was very displeased.

The relationship between the two was once very cold, not as close as a few days ago.

Qiao'er also knew that she was wrong, and she sincerely admitted her mistakes.

Of course, Song Yi understands that Qiao'er is also very difficult.

After all, Qiao'er has a special background, although she had to enter the palace, her biological father was a Jurchen official. Whether it was for her father or herself, she had to be loyal to Nohachi.

Qiao'er is sandwiched between Song Yihe and Nuhachi, and she is in a dilemma. Song Yi blamed her so much, in fact, there was not much reason.

It's just that Song Yi has to do this.

She could see that Qiao'er was a very good person. She believes that as long as she is sincere, the other party will definitely give her good feedback.

In this deep palace cold courtyard, if Song Yi doesn't have a person who cares about him, how lonely will it be?

Qiao'er, Qiao'er, don't blame Madame. It's just that, right now, Madame is the only one by her side. If you don't stand with Madame again, how will Madame fight against the entire harem?

Song Yi expressed his apologies to Qiao'er in his heart.

As time went on, winter arrived.

Because Mrs. Li came to Yanlin Palace, she was alarmed by the Great Khan. Yanlin Palace is still inevitably concerned by the women of the harem.

On the second day, not surprisingly, many people went to Yanlin Palace to find out.

However, fortunately, with Nuhachi knowing his woman's "curiosity", a holy decree came down, saying that Mrs. Yanliu had no saints, and she thought about it behind closed doors, and she was not allowed to leave Yanlin Palace. not only banned Song Yi's feet, but also blocked the curiosity of those who wanted to explore Yanlin Palace.

Song Yi's life is as uneventful as ever.

However, this is exactly what Song Yi wants. Her whole mind was on the dishes in the greenhouse.

Because he stumbled upon chili seeds, Song Yi was like a treasure. In the greenhouse, the twelve hours a day are paid attention to the situation of the chili peppers.

Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes. The pepper seeds germinated. The pepper seedlings have grown taller, the peppers have bloomed, and the peppers have borne fruit.

Watching the chili peppers grow in front of him little by little, Song Yi's heart was excited all day long.

"Madame" Qiao'er cooked the meal and brought it into the greenhouse.

Because he had to look at the brazier in the greenhouse, Song Yi had already moved all the beds into the greenhouse. Therefore, eating and living are facing the vegetables in the greenhouse.

"Have you eaten?" As soon as Song Yi saw Qiao'er bring the food, he knew that it was time to eat.

Because it was winter, there were far fewer Jurchen dinner tables to choose from. In addition to beef and mutton, there is only milk and milk tea. Hand-grabbed mutton, roasted whole sheep, Mongolian milk tea, mare's milk wine, hand-grilled meat, etc.

Leafy greens are barely visible. Although this is a traditional food on the grassland, for a native inland person, such a large meat meal is still not used to eating.

Qiao'er also saw that Madame was not interested in beef and mutton. has tried his best to take care of Song Yi's diet, and in the small kitchen of Yanlin Palace, he is thinking of ways to stew some mutton soup, beef offal soup and the like.

Although Song Yi likes meat, he doesn't like it, and he only has beef and mutton at every meal. After eating too much, she still misses some light and heavy dishes.

Fortunately, Qiao'er is ingenious, coupled with the small kitchen of Yanlin Palace, under someone's deliberate arrangement, the conditions have also been greatly improved, which can basically meet the daily needs of Song Yi and Qiao'er.

Song Yi was not used to eating the food in the imperial dining room, so Qiao'er used silver to buy the people in the imperial dining room and didn't want them to do it, as long as they provided fresh ingredients every day.

Unexpectedly, the people in the imperial dining room agreed, and fresh meat products would be delivered on time every day.

Song Yi understood that the people in the imperial dining room must have been instructed by someone. Otherwise, where would they heed the request of a cold palace lady?

Song Yi didn't say anything. Qiao'er didn't dare to say anything.

Qiao'er thought that Mrs. would refuse, but it seems that Mrs. is not like ordinary women, but she never gets along with herself.

"Yes, ma'am. The minion cooked the beef broth."

Speaking of which, Qiao'er has eaten mostly mutton and beef since she was a child. But the Jurchens, cooking beef and mutton, have never been as particular as the people of the Qianchao. Afraid that the meat will have a fishy taste, the people of the Qianchao will add a large amount of ingredients and seasonings when stewing to remove the fishy taste of the meat.

Not to mention, the beef and mutton made according to Madame's recipe tastes different. Not only does it not have the fishy smell of the meat itself, but it also has a kind of umami that has been marinated in the seasoning.

Not only can Mrs. drink a lot every time, but even Qiao'er, an authentic Jurchen, has opened up another world of taste and fell in love with the taste of Mrs. broth.

After watching it a few times, how the lady handles the beef and mutton. Qiao'er has learned, and now she can start cooking a meal for the two of them independently.

Song Yi can also put all his energy into the greenhouse vegetables.

Looking at the gratifying vegetables growing in the greenhouse, Song Yi was happy all day long.

Qiao'er's beef soup, the taste has been passed down to its own true heritage. Song Yi was very satisfied.

However, I saw that in addition to the meat in the soup, it was the soup. After eating too much, there is indeed no other taste.

So, Song Yi thought about it, he had eaten Huainan beef soup, and green vegetables and tofu skin would be added to it, and the taste would be even better.

Now, you can't get the tofu skin, but there are ready-made vegetables in the greenhouse.

So, Song Yi said, "Wait for me for a while"

In Qiao'er's surprised eyes, Song Yi ran to the greenhouse green vegetables and coriander area, and carefully picked up two handfuls of green leafy vegetables.

"We guard the vegetable field, but we eat meat and don't eat vegetables every day, aren't we blind?" Song Yi said, happily said, "I'll wash out these greens and coriander, you can heat up the beef broth, and you can blanch some greens in the pot later." ”

Song Yi commanded, and then walked out of the greenhouse and came to the well in the courtyard.

It was white outside, and the temperature was very cold. The well water is also cold, but fortunately, Song Yi has long been used to it.

After washing the greens, she went into the greenhouse again.

"It's still warm inside the greenhouse, and it's cold outside," Song Yi said casually.

When Qiao'er heard this, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Madam, these jobs should be handed over to the slaves." How can you do it? ”

"I'll leave it to you, and you'll not do it?" Song Yi asked rhetorically.

"The slave is used to it, look at your hands" Qiao'er rubbed Song Yi's red hand and pulled it to the brazier to roast the fire.

"It's just the two of us here, can't everyone do the same?" Song Yi didn't care. She doesn't think washing vegetables in cold water is a big deal.

After all, it was she who wanted to eat greens and coriander.

"Is the soup boiling?" Song Yi asked as he looked at the soup pot above Huo Peng.

In winter, the food is cold quickly, and Song Yi thought of using the fire peng that was already in the greenhouse to heat the food.

"Okay, just eat the vegetables we grow ourselves, I promise it's all natural and pollution-free vegetables," Song Yi said.