It's just that Hua Mian will definitely not say these words to Sikong Yue, and it is her own business to feel strange.

Seeing that most of the rice in the wooden barrel on Sikong Yue's table had already gone down, Hua Mian secretly glanced at the table of Sikong Xiao on the side, and saw that the wooden barrel in front of him had simply bottomed out, so he hurriedly glanced at Xiao Yin who was standing at the table of His Highness Eleventh, and signaled him to pay attention to the wooden barrel on Sikong Xiao's table.

Xiaoyin understood, walked to the Sikong Xiao table in two steps, and asked while saluting, "Mr. Xiao needs to add rice?" ”

Sikong Xiao nodded without hesitation, Xiao Yin got the order to pick up the wooden barrel and walk towards the kitchen, Hua Mian couldn't help it, and laughed out loud, causing Sikong Xiao to turn his head to look at the table.

Seeing that Sikong Xiao found himself peeking, Hua Mian hurriedly turned his head back, and it happened that Sikong Yue picked up the bowl and asked, "What's the name of this meal today?" It's delicious, a bit like the fried rice you've made before."

"This time it's called stewed rice, and when you cook rice, you cut all kinds of ingredients into cubes and put them in a pot, add seasonings, and when the rice is cooked, those ingredients are cooked, and then you just stir it in the pot and put it out."

"It sounds quite simple, and the taste is not bad at all", Sikong Yue praised, "If it is so convenient, it may be promoted in the barracks"

"You can also substitute the ingredients according to your liking."

Hua Mian continued to explain, Sikong Yue nodded, and decided to let his subordinates send the production method to the camp.

In this way, when the two of them slowly talked and finished the meal, the people around them withdrew, Sikong Yue went back to the room to rest, and Hua Mian saw that the staff of the post house came to clean up the dishes, so he took the opportunity to sneak to the courtyard of the post house to hang out.

Although the courtyard of the post house is large but not empty, it is different from the places where Hua Mian has lived in this world, and there are pavilion tables and chairs for people to rest in the courtyard of the post house at intervals, which is very humane.

Compared with the garden built by Sikong Yu in Sikong Mansion, or the gorgeous and spectacular imperial garden in the palace, the garden here in the post house is particularly comfortable, like the designer who originally thought about people-oriented when drawing the design manuscript, and the design everywhere took into account the convenience of use.

I have to say that the thinking of a person in this other world four hundred years ago is still quite advanced, but it is a pity that the other party is too early and has no chance to meet.

At this time, it was the afternoon, after lunch, everyone in the mission went back to the room to rest early, and continued to be busy with the work in hand, only Huamian wandered around idly, and walked for a long time except for a few palace people who hurriedly passed by, and no one else was seen, and the people of the mission were forgotten, and there were no people in the post house in the garden.

The staff of this post house is lax on weekdays, anyway, the reception is just some caravans, and now it is the eleventh prince of this country who lives here, Hua Mian thinks about it, I don't know whether to praise the security conditions of this place is too good, or should I say that the people of the post house are too popular.

Hua Mian walked around for most of the circle, ready to go to the gazebo next door to sit down and rest for a while, don't look at the tables and chairs made of stone, the chairs are actually carved out of arcs according to the body structure of the person sitting down.

Sitting on the stone chair, Hua Mian felt more and more that Lu Yan, who left the design of this post house back then, was inextricably linked with the world he lived in.