Hua Mian visited many places in the backyard with Xiao Cui, and the ridiculously large yard of Sikong Mansion made Hua Mian feel like she had made up for a month's exercise, but fortunately, Xiao Cui was a lively girl, and she enthusiastically introduced a lot, and she didn't feel bored.

Just when Xiao Cui was talking about eating, Hua Mian's stomach screamed twice at a very timely time, Xiao Cui pursed her lips and smiled, and pulled Hua Mian all the way into a small courtyard.

"This is the maid's canteen, Sister Liu comes to cook every day, you can eat here or take it back to the room, if you take it back to the room to eat, just wash the food box and return it."

"If you want to eat something, you can ask the aunt in charge of the kitchen to buy it back, but you have to pay for it yourself."

"Usually it is not allowed to use the back kitchen privately, fortunately, the people in the house are extremely kind, and the aunt in the kitchen can be used to say hello, and the young masters and ladies sometimes have supper at night, so you don't have to say hello, but only the back row of stoves is allowed to be used at night to avoid water"

Pulled Hua Mian to sit down at a table in the back kitchen, and then went into the back kitchen by himself, and brought a wooden tray out and put it on the table for a while, in the tray were two dishes, a small pot of soup and two bowls of rice, and two pairs of chopsticks.

"What a coincidence we came, this was just made"

On the one hand, he can't even use the tableware for eating like a fool, and on the other hand, it must be strange to watch a group of ancients with fluttering clothes eating with knives and forks.

Seeing the food served, Hua Mian felt a lot more relieved, worthy of being the back kitchen of Sikong Mansion, even if it was the kitchen of the maids, the food was better than the dishes provided by the inn outside.

Two dishes, a plate of shrimp fried vegetables, the green of the green vegetables with the tender powder of the shrimp, very cute, a plate of bamboo shoots and mushrooms stewed ham, the other small pot with fish ball soup, all the tableware and rice bowls are celadon, with the color of the dish is very pleasing.

Pick up a piece of winter bamboo shoots and put it in your mouth, well, take back the preface, why is there no salt smell? Is salt expensive here? Even if the food in the inn outside is light, it can be barely explained as saving money, but with such a big mansion, you can't even afford salt, right?

Take a bite of shrimp, it is indeed shrimp flavor... The taste of the various ingredients is distinct, but it is not delicious at all, it can barely be called edible, but Xiao Cui, who is sitting opposite, eats it with relish.

The meal quickly bottomed out, and a bowl of soup was served, thinking that at least the soup would not be unpleasant even if it was light, but he ignored that the raw material of this bowl of soup was fish, and the unique earthy smell of river fish spread in his mouth, making Hua Mian realize once again that the people in this world really only have salt in their understanding of seasonings.

Although I was able to sort out the news from the news I heard along the way, this world is particularly simple for all things in the world, especially in terms of food, due to the influence of the cult teachings, and many dishes even maintain the appearance of the ingredients themselves.

The people here are very particular about the way they dress for the building, how come it is so unique when it comes to eating? Even if it's another world, it's not so bad, right? Hua Mian couldn't help but feel a little worried about her future food.

After dinner, the two returned to the maid's courtyard and returned to the room in the sound of Xiaocui's reminder, wait? Is it early to call it early? What time is it? Although the timing seemed to be similar to the costume dramas I had watched at the time, Hua Mian had no concept of these details at all, forget it, wait for someone to shout and watch it.