Zeng Wei hurriedly reassured: "Father, don't worry, if she says that her father has asked her to do things, her father can justify it to the official family, this woman was entangled in her father in the past but was not allowed to enter the palace as a concubine, so she became a grudge because of infatuation, and slandered her father." ”

Zeng Bu pursed the corners of his mouth: "You are looking for an excuse to slip away." Well, she's not stupid, she's really used by Zhang, and she won't confess me, otherwise, how can the palace keep her? The little thing she could live in was gone in an instant. Actually, Zhang Dian acted arrogantly and carelessly, he accepted Zhang Yuyan, I am not too worried, the weak generals will receive strong soldiers, and they can't play flowers. I'm worried about whether she'll take a fancy to others. ”

Zeng Bu asked a few more words about Zeng Wei's situation in today's examination of the Ministry of Rites, and relieved him that since Cai Jing was the main exam, it would be expected that the children of the Zeng family would really be dethroned.

Zeng Wei heard his father say this, and a faint resentment in his chest became clear again.

It was my father who encouraged me to win this year.

The imperial court has announced that Cai Jing knows the tribute, and he will also tell the official family that Cai Jing is not and is also his father.

That's it, it's all up to my father's arrangement.

Fighting brothers, father and son soldiers, Cai Jing and Cai Bian are in the limelight in front of the official family, if one day they overwhelm Zhang Dian, doesn't my father need a helper who can directly enter the Wende Palace?

While the father and son were talking, a low and cautious female voice came from outside the door: "Cardinal Minister, Shiro, Yao Niangzi is better, the slave goes to the dining room and cooks food for Yao Niangzi." ”

Zeng Wei opened the door and went out, and said softly to Qinghe: "Bring me a bowl too, the gourd soup you made is the most true inheritance of my mother." ”

Qinghe's face was happy.

Zeng Wei added: "You always have to serve her." ”

Qinghe hurriedly said: "The slave is willing, willing!" ”

After a pause, he asked timidly: "Then today, the identity of the slave, you don't have to teach Yao Niangzi to know, right?" The slave wants to instruct the people below to talk a lot? ”

Zeng Wei wanted to say "um", but somehow, the scene of Shao Qing holding Yao Huan to the ground suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What's there to avoid here, after you finish serving her and eating, you say you want to go back to my room."

......

Yao Huan leaned on the couch in the guest room.

Today, when she is in the world, she is in the world.

In hell.

At this moment, it is really the time when the charm of the three watches is rampant in the middle of the night, but she is like being in heaven, being offered by a bodhisattva.

The two maidservants brought by Mrs. Wei's female envoy in charge of the courtyard were at least three or four years younger than Meituan, and they were still the appearance of senior primary school students in later generations, but their ability to serve people was really good, from bathing to changing clothes to helping up the couch to tuck the brocade, all in one go.

The charcoal fire in the house was burning.

The body that has been soaked in hot water has finally gotten rid of the cold feeling of hypothermia.

In the carriage, she was shocked and knew that Zeng's mansion should be the safest place. The official history records Zeng Bu's support for Empress Dowager Xiang and Empress Meng, which cannot be outrageous. Since she came to Zeng's mansion, Zeng Bu, a mature politician, will definitely take her to face the saint tomorrow when the sky is bright.

Of course, Yao Huan also asked Zeng Wei why he and Shao Qing suddenly appeared, and Zeng Wei said that Shao Qing found the lancet that Miao Lingsu had fallen. Yao Huan couldn't help but marvel at Shao Qing's alertness and acuity, "How can he thank him for saving his life" blurted out, Zeng Wei patted her and said, "I remember, I will ask my father to try to help him be promoted."

At this moment, thinking of such a reliable Shao Qing, together with the inspectors, in Su Song's house, Yao Huan was also much relieved about Su Gong's safety.

As soon as the mind relaxed, the hunger in the stomach became very clear.

When Qinghe entered the room with plates and bowls, Yao Huan was even more energetic!

This fragrance is ...... Pickled and fresh?

You can't go wrong with her nose!

Sure enough, Qinghe put the food box on the wooden table where the maid put it on the couch, and Yao Huan first saw that the white porcelain lotus petal bowl in Pengzhou was not the famous dish of early spring in Jiangnan in later generations - pickled and fresh.

"Cured" refers to cured meats such as ham and bacon, "Xian" refers to fresh pork ribs and spring bamboo shoots, and "Tu" refers to simmering over low heat.

In February and March, a pot of hot, fragrant pickled fresh food is the standard configuration on the dinner table of many families in the free shipping area.

Yao Huan took a closer look at the pickled freshness of the Zeng family, and he also used ham, pork ribs and spring bamboo shoots.

"This soup is so delicious." Yao Huan praised.

Qinghe said: "In the early spring of every year, this soup must be prepared in the house." The cardinal minister and Mrs. Wei are both from the south, unlike the northerners who only love to eat mutton, and there is no stinky rule in the house not to eat pork. Madame always said that it was not worth it to miss out on delicious food for the sake of face. Come, Yao Niangzi hurriedly drank a bowl of hot soup to ward off the cold. ”

Yao Huan was still polite to her, took the soup cup and poured it down in one go, and ate the salty and fragrant ham, tender pork chops and fresh spring bamboo shoots in it.

Only then did I feel that the whole person was really alive.

Qinghe hurriedly picked out half a bowl of fried noodles for her with chopsticks, and put a layer of toppings: "The soup is not hungry, and the lady will eat this soup again." The soup in the house, Mrs. Wei's rule is that she doesn't use mutton fat to fry noodles, so she is not greasy. In addition to the gourds, Mrs. added home-brewed diced radish and rabbit legs, which tasted particularly sour and appetizing. ”

This kind of dim sum is already familiar to Yao Huan. This is the most common type of food in Bianjing, which is shredded gourd (sweet gourd), boiled with various meats into soup, and poured on fried noodles or stewed noodles.

But the version with diced sour radish and diced rabbit leg is the first time Yao Huan has eaten it. For the gourd soup sold in the market, the store will still choose meat with a lot of fat, and people like Zeng Fu really don't pursue the high calorie of meals and snacks.

Yao Huan had eaten Mrs. Wei's specialty dish at the beginning, and he had been savoring it for at least seven or eight days. At present, this delicious and delicate supper in the snow, especially the pickled and fresh, surprised her.

Those who love food will not be too lucky.

People who can cook are not too bad-tempered.

This future mother-in-law, I can often learn from her cooking.

Yao Huan devoured the gourd noodles, wiped his mouth with a silk towel, Qinghe and the little maid hurriedly withdrew the food pot and wooden table, and handed over a thickly wrapped soup woman.

"Yao Niangzi sleep peacefully, these two little adoptive mothers are sleeping by the wall, if you have something to do, just call them to get up. The slave went to Shiro's room to serve. ”

Yao Huan was about to express his gratitude, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What, what is "Shirobori"?

"You're not from Mrs. Wei's house?"

Qinghe still said respectfully: "The slave is now Shiro's concubine, Yao Niangzi, in the future, the Zeng Mansion will welcome you in, and the slave will also serve you." ”

Yao Huan seemed to be pushed by a pair of hands, it was not heavy, but it was enough for her to return from heaven to the real world.

She stared at the sunny lotus in front of her, who was like the polite and thoughtful office director of the state-owned enterprises in later generations.

The meaning of the word concubine is not difficult to understand. If placed in this era, it is not difficult to understand.

Ancient and modern delicacies are pleasant, ancient and modern merchants and French styles have something in common, Yao Huan thinks to himself or can travel in a new time and space on these two things, but if he takes Zeng Wei as his companion, where can he live in a small mansion for two people?

Zeng Mansion because of Zeng Bu's unique way of being an official, and his wife Taiping transitioned to Chongning, even if Zeng Xianggong lost power later, a large family would not be like the Jia Mansion that was raided in "Dream of Red Mansions".

However, in this huge powerful and wealthy family, for her Yao Huan, how can there really be only a mother-in-law who loves cooking and writing lyrics, and a husband who is as suave and affectionate as a fairy?

In the early autumn of last year, this Qinghe was still a maid, and now she is Zeng Wei's concubine, Shiro never mentioned it at all, I think it should be, this is too ordinary for a son of a family like Zeng Fu, what is worth taking out specifically.

"Qinghe, thank you, you go and rest...... Let's rest. ”

Yao Huan said in a calm tone.

Haruho Fuli stepped back.

The little maid blew out the lamp, and there was silence in the room.