Xining sat and looked at the slave who knelt on the ground: "You guys are busy with your business, don't worry about me." ”

What, I'm still looking for food at four o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm usually resting at this time. The slaves looked at each other, but they did not dare to get up.

The little steward waved his hand: "What should you do, what to do, collect the vegetables, wash the food, go in and watch the fire, don't stay here and not work." ”

When the wise man heard this, he immediately got up, respectfully withdrew, and went to collect the so-called vegetables. Stupid to hide in the kitchen and find some work casually.

And the cook, who was in charge of the dim sum, began to think about what to eat at night. It seems that you need to prepare more, and Miss Zunzi has a starting point, which is for ten people.

The meat was boiling in the pot, and the soup was getting more and more fragrant, and when everyone was too fragrant, Xining felt almost the same and walked in.

"Let the little one come, don't burn the young lady's hands." Ah Ling stretched out her hand, but was stopped by the little steward.

"Girl, slow down! With this, let's let the little ones come. The little steward took the rag, put it on the lid of the pot, and lifted it up.

A wave of heat suddenly rose, and Xining looked at the soup in the pot, especially the pieces of meat, which kept gurgling and shaking in the boiling soup.

The little steward couldn't help asking, "Does this soup have a name?" ”

This soup is called pickled Du Xian, and it is a soup that is drunk every year when bamboo shoots are on the market in the Jiangnan area, where bamboo shoots are produced.

Xining thought for a while: "It's called a product of fresh." "Yipinxian can still say it, and there is no way to translate it in this Mandarin.

The little steward nodded solemnly.

She picked up the spoon next to her and scooped a little to drink. I almost didn't lose my eyebrows!

Salted meat originally had salt, but now the soup is just salty, so there is no need to add water or salt.

After scooping a piece of fresh meat, under the eyes of everyone, he ate calmly. The fat is like jelly, and it melts in the mouth; The fine meat has also been crispy, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

It's so delicious, Xining almost didn't shed tears, this is the essence of the diet. Why do you want beautiful dishes, you can't eat them just by looking at them. Diet is food-based, eat!

Hurry up and have another piece of salted meat, the meat quality of the bacon is slightly tighter than the salted meat, and it has a unique aroma.

The bamboo shoots are extremely tender and have the aroma of meat.

Xining stood there, her eyes closed, her mouth chewing slowly, enjoying it, it was just too much enjoyment. There was a sound of saliva all around.

Xining immediately picked up a bowl, chosen, and filled a bowl with a full bowl.

Ah Ling obediently took the bowl and put it on the low table next to her.

You can't eat more now, otherwise the stomach of the owner will not be able to stand it. If you have been in clear soup and low water, you will suddenly have more oil and water, and you will have indigestion or diarrhea.

Xining looked at the soup in the pot regretfully: "Scoop another bowl out, I'm going to eat it in the evening." For the rest, if you want to eat it, divide it. ”

"Yes, Miss!" The little steward didn't dare to speak much, he was already swallowing saliva, so he almost wiped it with the back of his hand. I'm afraid that if I say one more word, my saliva will drip down.

Xining asked, "Ah Ling, do you want to eat?" ”

Incense is incense, that's meat. How can you eat meat? Ah Ling hesitated, but still shook her head: "The slave is not hungry yet." ”

Not hungry yet? He ate this every day, and he was as hungry as a hemp stick. Don't eat pull-down, she wants to eat meat anyway.

He wouldn't go back to eat, so Xining asked someone to put the low table on the stone, take a spoon and chopsticks, and eat directly. After eating, I was already sweating and went back satisfied.

And as soon as she left, the little steward immediately rushed to the kitchen and shouted, "Leave me some!" ”

Before the spoon touched the meat in the soup pot, five or six servants with knives came in. They are going to eat meat, and if they don't eat meat, where does they get the strength to protect the courtyard guards. These few happened to be on patrol and saw Miss Zunko enter the kitchen, and the fragrance wafted out of the courtyard. Just wait!

As a result, one of the servants with a knife scooped a bowl, and the rest was only enough for half a bowl per person.

The little steward drank it, almost without tears, it was so delicious and delicious.

He held the bowl and his eyes flashed with starlight: "It's really fresh, first-class delicious." "Why didn't I think of it being burned like this before, meat is meat, and bamboo shoots are burned to bamboo shoots.

Eat and drink enough, this is happiness. Back in the house, Xining touched her belly, which was a little bulging from eating, and after lying down for a while, she continued to sew clothes. This bowl of soup should be considered lunch.

At four o'clock, dinner came, and "Yipin Xian" had been heated. I probably knew that Miss Zunzi had a large amount of rice, so this time I simply used a man's bowl to serve rice, plus snacks for three people.

The bowl in which the man serves rice is just an ordinary small bowl. But there is no miniature one, like a bowl with spices, such a frustration. I really don't know that these nobles are hungry, and they can still make so many romantic affairs and show mercy everywhere.

When Xining had finished eating, she instructed the maid who was going to bring the low table back: "Tell them to prepare a piece of rib meat, bamboo shoots like today, and sauce early tomorrow morning." ”

As soon as she heard about the meat, Ah Ling's head was big, and she ate two meals of meat, it should be enough, right, do you still want to eat meat?

I heard the young lady order, "Prepare your clothes, I'm going to take a bath." ”

Do you want to wash it? Kneel.

Looking at Miss Zunko who was taking a bath in the hot spring with her long hair coiled up on her head, Ah Ling just wanted to cover her eyes. Eating meat and taking a bath, what does Miss Zunko want to do? If it is known to outsiders, Miss's reputation will be ruined.

After taking a shower, I feel refreshed and my stomach is full. Xining only wore a two-layer single coat, and wore a Tang coat outside, and after putting her hair down, she went back slowly.

This time I washed it quickly, and the dirt on my body was rubbed off yesterday, and it was really at least half a pound lighter yesterday.

Sit cross-legged in the porch pavilion and admire the picturesque courtyard dyed red by the sunset. On the cherry blossom tree next to it, the buds have turned red, and the flowering is a matter of the next day or two.

Ah Ling couldn't help it: "Miss, you are taking a bath and eating meat again, if Mrs. Mingzi knows, Mrs. Mingzi will be angry." ”

Not to mention Mrs. Akiko, almost everyone in Kyoto will laugh at her.

Xining smiled leisurely: "Ah Ling, I figured it out, if I faint this time, I won't wake up again......"

"Miss!" Ah Ling was so frightened that she hurriedly interrupted her: "Don't say such unlucky words, Miss is a noble person and will live a long life." ”

Hehe, a hundred years old, the aristocracy here generally has a short lifespan. Those who can pass the age of 40 are considered to have a long life, and they must hold "40 congratulations". If you eat like this, where will the owner have the strength to have a child?

"No, Ah Ling, I'm telling the truth. This time I fainted, I really couldn't wake up, there was nothing. Xining said very freely: "So you can eat whatever you want, do whatever you want, and treat the rest of your days as if you were stealing." You should try the soup, it's delicious. ”

Ah Ling was speechless for a while, and knelt on the side for a long time: "Miss, I know." No matter what Miss does in the future, Ah Ling will support her! ”

In the end, it was a loyal servant, the owner took Ah Ling into the palace at that time, and until the moment of death, Ah Ling was by her side and shed a lot of tears for her. This time, she will not let Ah Ling be single again, accompany her, and she will not marry until she is in her twenties and becomes an old girl.

At sunset, the sky behind the changeable fire clouds gradually darkens. And in the beautiful house, a noble lady sits, accompanied by a maid beside her, looking at the picturesque scenery, quietly waiting for the darkness to come. And they themselves are part of the painting.