Xiao Su couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

Xu Yi raised his eyes, and his eyes were cold.

Xiao Su's words were all blocked back into his stomach, and his mouth was closed firmly, and he was silenced.

Is it to help do things for the sake of asking for merit and rewards?

Maybe in the court, inevitably, there will be.

But what does he need He Hanchuan to reciprocate?

What can He Hanchuan give back to him?

A little girl, even if she looks like she is dancing with teeth and claws on weekdays, is a girl in the end, when a man with more power and status than her helps her and pays attention to her all the time, what will she do? What could she do?

She couldn't repay him.

Therefore, if she knows these things, it will only bring her burden and pressure.

If it would only be a burden and pressure for her, then why would he reach out to help?

Xu Yi raised his chin slightly, and sighed softly, there are many things he can grasp, even if he can't grasp it with his current ability, as long as he is tenacious and hardworking, in the near future, he may be able to get what he wants.

However, Han Chuan is not in it.

Some people have things that they don't just work hard for.

For example, he couldn't refute the saint, and he chose the candidate for the concubine of King Qin, but he swore with broken porcelain that he would never be a concubine in this life.

Xu Yi leaned back, leaned his back on the yellow wooden chair and stool, and with his back to rely on, the whole person exhaled again with relief.

The body relaxed, but for some reason, there was some soreness in the chest, in the deepest part of the chest.

It's a strange feeling, it's never felt before.

Xu pursed his lips, and looked at the white jade stone carving placed not far away, carving the situation of the woad leaves, the leaves are green and fresh, and the stalks are sturdy and atmospheric.

Xu Yi laughed when he thought about it, but his smile gradually straightened up.

......

Xu Yi came to order the meal in person, and specially explained the preferences and taboos of another diner, and said that he would prepare according to the taste of the palace... This is a big shot!

No matter how messy Han Chuan's heart is, he also forces himself to clean up his mood - after all, making money is much more important than these messy emotions!

Han Chuan deliberately went to the eastern suburbs market, bought a basket of fresh green plums and cherries, killed a tender fat hen, and saw a few large water tanks placed at the small vendor, which floated with oval, long petioles like newborn small lotus leaves, which looked green and lovely, and it was very fresh at a glance, Han Chuan asked with a smile, "... Uncle! Where do you make this lettuce? ”

The old man replied, "It was only brought down from the Caoyun wharf yesterday!" Produced by the three pools of West Lake Yinyue, you can understand it at a glance, and the West Lake Ulva is the top fat! Seeing that there was no one around, he bent his waist and said to Han Chuan in a low voice, "You don't know, these tanks of lettuce are the fish that slipped through the net on the Caoyun ship, and they were originally the tribute from the Jianghuai Caoyun Wharf to the old queen mother in the palace, and the people in the palace couldn't move it, so there were only a few tanks left..."

Okay.

All food must be linked to the powerful to be legendary.

There is a champion cake in the front, and there is Wengong wine in the back, and eating without the legendary experience of 300 words is not a good dish.

Han Chuan nodded perfunctorily, whatever these vegetable sellers say, anyway, she doesn't add money, they are all old vegetable buyers in the eastern suburbs market, and her position is very firm.

But one thing to say, the quality of this lettuce is really good, and it is not much better than the tribute in the palace.

Han Chuan said that he took down the two cylinders and three taels of silver.

The old man who sold vegetables ran away happily.

Han Chuan and Xiao Shuang'er carried a large vat and got on the donkey cart.

Fortunately, there is a donkey cart, Han Chuan thought to himself.

Pulling all the way back, before I could take the ingredients off the car, I heard Mama Zhong's voice, "... How can such a heavy thing make the little girl pull? Why don't you rent an ox cart? If the little boy is sick, the money for the beast doctor is more expensive than renting an ox cart. ”

So, who is the little girl?

Han Chuan stared at the shiny and radiant little hair stove, and swallowed hard, so why did Mama Zhong name the donkey who pulled the goods Xiaoling?

No, the point is wrong.

Why do you have to name the donkey that pulls the goods?!

Han Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and silently moved the big vat into the house with Xiao Shuang'er.

Mama Zhong is happy.

When she died, she went to buy a donkey, and resolutely refused to let Mama Zhong take the name.

In fact, when Xu Yi said the meal requirements, Han Chuan had a recipe in his heart, and the dishes jumped out, and he happened to meet these two jars of fresh Ulva vegetables, the first of which was the West Lake Ulva soup, but Xu Yi said that the guests did not like to eat mutton, duck and other flavorful ingredients, Han Chuan replaced the original duck breast in the Ulva soup with beef strips, and boiled the Ulva with beef and chicken broth, which tasted fragrant and tender, and had the effect of moistening the lungs and clearing heat, which was extremely suitable for summer consumption.

I fished the big river shrimp from the water tank in the backyard, mixed it with Longjing, fried a Longjing shrimp, stewed a cup of eight-treasure elbow, and braised the fresh river eel. Han Chuan went to the cellar to take a look, the ham with the skin and waist seal was cooked, Han Chuan cut a small piece, three knives horizontally on one side, six knives vertically, the knife edge was deep to the skin of the meat but did not cut the surface of the skin.

Take a big bowl, put the skin on the bottom of the bowl, put it in the bowl, add two taels of water, one tael of sugar, three coins of cooking wine, put it in a steamer and steam it to get juice, and then after three times of steaming, the meat is crispy, and then the meat is buckled into the tall plate with the cooked lotus seeds.

The pot is boiled over a strong fire, the ham juice is poured in, when it boils, it is poured into the white sugar and the flour slurry, stirred immediately with a spoon, and sprinkled evenly on the "fire square" when the pot is started, and then the red cherries are placed in the middle of the "fire square", and the green plum slices and pitted cherries are placed around it, and the sugar osmanthus is sprinkled with sugar, forming a beautiful mouth-watering pattern.

Xu Yi came early and sat in the hall and waited.

After a while, he went out of the alley to pick him up and picked up a man with a long body and a good appearance.

Han Chuan came out deliberately and stood behind the counter.

Isn't this the Three Princes, the current King Ke, and the saints in the future?

Thinking about it again, the relationship between Xu Yi and the third prince has always been harmonious, the second prince who is above the top with the same eye is not salty or light, and the eldest son of the emperor who is idle Yunye Crane nods his friends, so that the short man is taller, and the third prince is the older prince who has a good relationship with Xu Yi.

It's not a big deal for brothers to eat out.

Han Chuan frowned, put on a bib and went into the stove house to prepare food, and then didn't care about the outside world.

When Han Chuan came out, the sky was already dark, and a few faint stars flashed in the north, indicating that the weather would not be sunny tomorrow.

Han Chuan walked out of the hall, and only Xu Yi was left in the elegant seat under the window.

Han Chuan glanced at Mama Zhong.

Mama Zhong made a gesture with Han Chuan, which meant that the visitor left first, and pressed her palm down again, which meant that the atmosphere was harmonious and nothing serious.

Han Chuan nodded, put his mind at ease, and was about to turn his head to leave, but was stopped by a clear voice.

"Han Chuan."

Han Chuan turned his head, only to see Xu Yi's face flushed, and there were three pots of wine bottles on the table.

This damn drunkard.

Han Chuan pursed his lips, not ready to take care of it.

"Why don't you wear that carnelian hairpin?" The dead drunkard looked at her with bright eyes.

Han Chuan stopped.

Carnelian hairpins?

What carnelian?