"Mother, mother, I ...... so painful"

In the dream, Song'er convulsed all over, and blood kept spilling from her mouth and nose.

"Ahh Wang Yingning shouted happily and woke up instantly.

He was soaked in cold sweat again.

She didn't call Hongyao and Qingmei, and she didn't move, let her heart beat wildly, and she slowly calmed down.

In such a situation, Wang Yingning is no longer surprised.

It's just that the night is long, and I'm afraid it's hard to sleep anymore.

At this time, the familiar sound of the flute sounded.

The slightest wisp of it reached Wang Yingning's ears clearly.

The flute is melodious, the melody is slow, but it exudes a sense of firmness.

Hearing such a flute, Wang Yingning's mind finally calmed down, and those hesitating fears and raging hatred also became calm......

Wang Yingning fell asleep slowly.

While falling asleep, a thought flashed in Wang Yingning's heart.

Who blew this flute?

It's like the back of the person who rescued her from the lake that day, and the smell of green bamboo on her body......

These seem to have become the few warm and reassuring things that Wang Yingning can feel in this world.

I don't know when the flute stopped, and when Wang Yingning woke up, Qingmei was already waiting in front of the couch with a happy face.

"Master, I knew that this kumquat wine had such benefits, and the slave should have taken it out a long time ago. It's not a time when you get such a long night's sleep. ”

Qingmei smiled and poured her a cup of tea and rinsed her mouth.

Since the words that the master said after drinking last night, she and Hongyao have already felt that they no longer call the master a young lady, but call the master instead.

Whether the master is the young lady of the Manchu family or the young lady of the Wang family, it is their master after all.

Wang Yingning opened her worried eyes and looked out the window, and sure enough, the sky was already bright.

"What time is it?" Wang Yingning asked.

"It's the middle of the day, and the old lady is estimated to have all the people on the side......"

Qingmei said briskly.

"But the master doesn't need to get up in a hurry, Sister Hongyao has already gone to the old lady, saying that the master is not feeling well, and I am afraid that I will not be able to go to ask for peace today, so the master should rest more."

Wang Yingning stood up silently, walked to the front of the bookcase, saw the two brick-thick law books, and remembered that when Man Guizhi came to deliver the book, he said that he was leaving today.

After a little washing and dressing, Wang Yingning and Qingmei came to their small kitchen.

Wang Yingning looked for it, there was no side in this kitchen, but there was half a jar of new rice.

Wang Yingning commanded Qingmei to get some rice out.

"What is the young lady going to do?" Qingmei asked curiously, but her hands and feet didn't stop doing what she said.

"You take the new rice to the mill and make the fool grind it into rice milk, and then you raise the steamer pot to ......"

Wang Yingning frowned as if she was thinking, and then said slowly.

Qingmei did so, the silly girl was stupid but had great strength, and within a cup of tea, a large pot of white and delicate rice milk was brought over by her.

Wang Yingning looked at this pot, thought carefully for a moment, found a few small ingredients from the kitchen, and threw them in.

Qingmei and Silly put the rice milk on the steamer, steamed it for half an hour, and Wang Yingning ordered to turn to the simmer.

So the fire simmered for another half an hour.

When Hongyao returned, he brought a basket of seasonal fruits.

She went to the old lady to ask her master for leave, and then she went to the morning market early and came back with a few fruits that the master loved to eat.

As soon as I arrived in the courtyard, I smelled the extremely rich and sweet smell of rice.

Such a fragrance, not to mention that she could smell it, even Xiao Jian and Xiao Protector next door were forced to smell it.

"Master, have you smelled it, how can there be such a strong aroma of rice, it is from the courtyard of Mrs. Man!" Xiao Hu snorted and said.

"My nose isn't broken."

In the morning, everyone can smell such a big smell.

"I guess I made rice cakes and snacks," Xiao Hu said thoughtfully:

"Is it to thank the master yesterday for sending Langzhong to see her injury, and deliberately got up early in the morning to do it?"

Xiao Jian looked at him like a fool, not to mention that Lang Zhong came and went unaware, and it was impossible to tell her his true identity.

How could she know that he had sent it?

Thank him back.

She regarded him as a gang with Man Zhang, and she couldn't wait to get rid of him as soon as possible, right?

Xiao Jian thought like this, and his face turned cold.

"Go and close all the doors and windows for me!"

It's a hot summer, and the doors and windows are open for a refreshing morning breeze.

You can also smell the fragrant smell of rice cakes.

Why close doors and windows.

Xiao Hu felt that his master's temperament was becoming more and more unpredictable.

"The master makes so many rice cakes, I'm afraid we'll have to eat them for a while." Qingmei nibbled on a piece of it while laughing so much that her eyes were gone.

I don't know what ingredients the master put in, this rice cake has a different fragrance from the one sold in the shop outside, and it is fluffy and silky.

Wang Yingning shook her head and said with a smile:

"This is the dry food that the second young master brought on the road, which can be regarded as a thank you for his friendship of giving books."

But this fresh and fluffy pastry is not suitable for taking on the road.

Wang Yingning instructed Qingmei to set up a hollow yellow clay stove.

The yellow clay stove was hot, and the cold rice cake had been cut into slices on the red medicine side.

Wang Yingning tentatively picked up a piece of bamboo tweezers, and then put it on the inner wall of the hot oven, waiting for the white and soft rice cake to gradually turn into a faint golden yellow.

Another burnt smell soon wafted through the air.

When both sides became shiny and golden, Wang Yingning sprinkled a few sesame seeds on top and quickly picked them out.

"Taste it."

Wang Yingning looked at the maid who looked at her in surprise without blinking with a smile and said.

Hongyao glanced at Qingmei, and the silly girl swallowed her saliva.

The aroma is truly unique.

Such a "dim sum", don't say that Qingmei and Silly Ya have never seen it, that is, she has never even seen her who has been with her master since she was a child.

"How?"

"Hmmm! It smells so good! "Qingmei's eyes are shining.

"Good...... Delicious. The silly girl said indistinctly as she swallowed.

Hongyao asked curiously:

"I didn't expect that after baking the rice cake in the yellow clay oven, it would have such a miraculous effect, and the whole cake would become stronger and more fragrant. How did the master know about this practice? ”

Since he was a child, his fingers have never touched the spring water, and he has never set foot in the kitchen, so Hongyao is very curious.

Wang Yingning was stunned for a while, and said with a smile:

"I used to read a book on the Northland, which was dedicated to food, farming, vegetables, vines, gardening, brewing, etc., and the method of making this bait cake is contained in this book."

"There is such a strange book, I wonder what the title of this book is?" Hongyao hurriedly asked, if there is such a book, she and Qingmei can learn more and share the worries of the master.

Wang Yingning was about to blurt out, when she remembered the sensational "Qi Min's Technique", which would not appear in a few years. Although he said with a haha, it was a long time ago when I read it, but I forgot the title of the book.

"It's not too early this time, hurry up and make more and send it to the second young master, such bait cakes are dry and easy to carry, even in such hot weather, they won't be damp and moldy."

Besides, she remembered that Mangui said that she wanted to go to the Northland to have a look, and the Northland was dry and vast, so this bait cake was more suitable.

"Okay, master, just take a look."

Qingmei rolled up her sleeves and made a gesture that you should go and rest, and baked bait cakes with a smile on her face.

After a while, the bait cake full of a small burden was ready.

"Master, this fragrance is really tempting, I'm afraid I can smell it in the yard next to us, but I want to send some over?" Qingmei reminded in a whisper.

Wang Yingning sneered, and said that they would smell it and not eat it, so they wouldn't send it!

He slept seventy percent of his silver, and this breath has not yet come out.

In the future, they will cook fragrant food in the yard every day, so that they will not be able to eat it when they smell dry.

"Go for the red medicine, send it to the second young master, and tell him everything on the road for me......"

Wang Yingning no longer went to the bad person next door, and instead thought about it, although Man Guizhi had traveled outside all his life, but fortunately, he was blessed with a great life, even in the most chaotic period of the north-south conquest, he was unscathed.

There is nothing to be told.

Hongyao took the burden away, and Qingmei baked the rest of the cakes again.

Seeing that the day was good, he simply boiled tea in the yard again.

Wang Yingning took out the law book, and ate the strong and fragrant bait cake in small bites.

The mood is not bad.

The silly girl sat on the swing, nibbling on the bait and bread while swinging around.

"Master, it turns out that the pastries made by Mrs. Man got up early in the morning and were given to the second young master of the Manchu family on the road, hey!"

Xiao Hu sighed for a long time, and looked at his master carefully.

The master was in his hometown when he was young, and he was also a well-known beautiful son, and he admired his appearance and demeanor everywhere.

Now, such a turbid son, who has become an unknown person in Mrs. Man, has been knocked out and imprisoned in the firewood room......

There is a saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and that young lady Manchu is a little too much.

"Master, the flute has been wiped for you, and it is still hanging in the window."

The master likes to play the flute and plays a good song, so he must bring a bamboo flute when he goes out.

The daily wiping and maintenance work on weekdays was handed over to Xiao Hu.

"Throw that flute at me." Xiao Jian said sullenly.

"Huh?"

Xiao Hu's eyes widened, he plucked out his ears, the master asked him to throw away the flute, he heard it right.

Xiao Hu picked up the bamboo flute, thought about it, and stuffed it into his arms again.

"This flute can't be thrown away, the soothing tune you played to the young lady at night, and the subordinates listened to it and slept every time."

Xiao Jian was stunned for a moment, and said after a while:

"Get out!"