Ye Zichuan had already come out of the study and returned to the room, waiting impatiently, thinking of Meng Wei and those little maids today's cheerful and relaxed appearance, he was eager to see Meng Wei.

After thinking about it, Ye Zichuan felt that it was probably because it was too hot, and because Meng Wei disturbed Yaxing, who was reading, so he couldn't read the book, and he only thought about food in his mind.

Well, it must be so, in his heart, doesn't Meng Wei represent food?

So, just as he was about to get up impatiently to see if there was a figure of Meng Wei outside the door, he suddenly saw Fang Yuan walk in, and couldn't help but poke his head to see if there was a small figure behind Fang Yuan that he had in mind.

"Little Hou Ye, the slave maid has brought you something delicious."

Meng Wei saw Ye Zichuan stretching his neck, walking quickly to the front with the food box, and placing the food in the food box one by one.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help but come forward and smell the sour plum soup in the white porcelain bowl in front of him, and then frowned and was a little puzzled: "Why does this smell a little sour?" Could it be broken? ”

Ye Zichuan's eyes were full of expressions of 'you dare to fool the master with this kind of thing', and Meng Wei smiled even more inexplicably.

"Little Hou Ye, this is sour plum soup, the slave maid added some osmanthus petals to it, it tastes better."

"Sour plum soup?" This time, Ye Zichuan's brows furrowed even more, "How can you eat sour plums?" Is the tooth still there? I don't like sour. ”

Ye Zichuan literally understands the soup made of sour plums, and the sour plums are made, and the soup is not delicious.

Meng Wei knew that Ye Zichuan liked sweetness, and when she heard the word 'sour', she preconceived that it would be very sour, but she was very patient and coaxed like a child: "The slave naturally knows your taste, but the slave and maid thought that she already had two sweets, so she made a sour plum soup that was both greasy and delicious, why don't you taste it?" If the slave maid really doesn't taste good, she doesn't dare to give it to the little marquis to taste, right? ”

Ye Zichuan thought about it, it was indeed the case, so he didn't resist as much as he did just now, and tried to taste it, but he didn't want the expected sourness, but it was cold and cold at first, but he had also tasted a lot of chilled juice these days, but there were no surprises.

However, this was only the beginning, almost the next moment when he noticed the coldness, Ye Zichuan felt that this sour plum soup had a sweet taste, which was the taste he liked.

Didn't you say it's called sour plum soup?

Why did he only feel the sweetness?

Ye Zichuan swallowed it in his stomach with some doubts, the cold feeling went straight from his mouth to the bottom of his heart, the faint aroma of osmanthus in his mouth seemed to rush into the tip of his nose, and the sweetness on the tip of his tongue gradually brought a trace of sourness.

The mixture of sour and sweet made Ye Zichuan smack his lips, feeling that the taste was not as sour as he had thought before, and it was even quite delicious.

Even if he knew that Meng Wei's craftsmanship was very good, even Aunt Lin couldn't compare to it, but just now since Meng Wei and the group of maids left the courtyard, he had been waiting impatiently, and he couldn't even read the book with an impetuous mind.

Obviously, when Meng Wei and them were shaking trees and picking flower petals in the yard just now, he still felt that the playful laughter disturbed him, but he didn't want Meng Wei and them to leave, and the courtyard was indeed quiet, but he couldn't read the book.

Even when he was reading, he was still distracted from time to time, and when he reflected, he found that his eyes were no longer on the book in front of him, but on the small collapsed table diagonally opposite his desk.

And on that small table was the ugly handwriting that Meng Wei had written.

Ye Zichuan thought about it and felt that he probably wanted to eat too much, so he couldn't put anything in his mind that he was looking forward to.

But when Meng Wei brought the food, the impatience in his heart was soothed a lot, but he didn't have much appetite.

Unexpectedly, he took a sip of sour plum soup, and the sweet and sour taste seemed to make him have an appetite, and then looked at the two foods that Meng Wei placed in front of him, and asked in a good mood: "Both of these have flowers?" ”

"Little Hou Ye is so smart," Meng Wei covered the food box and put it aside, and then introduced: "This crystal clear is called crystal osmanthus cake, and the other dish is fried chrysanthemum." ”

"Fried chrysanthemums?" Ye Zichuan pointed to the middle ball in disbelief, and the outside seemed to be covered with countless rough thorns, and looked at Meng Wei with a serious look: "Did you have a problem with your ears just now?" This is several times larger than a chrysanthemum, is it possible that the flower will become like this when it is fried? ”

"Naturally not, but chrysanthemums are the main ingredient, and other materials are added, but there is also the elegant fragrance of chrysanthemums, and the slave maid has made two flavors, salty and sweet, and the little marquis tastes like which."

Ye Zichuan has always been a person with the supremacy of appearance, and the first one went towards the crystal clear osmanthus cake: "Soft and glutinous, sweet but not greasy, and it tastes good." ”

Then, Ye Zichuan looked at the fried chrysanthemum again, and at this glance, it didn't look as delicate as the osmanthus cake, but maybe it was because Meng Wei was walking too fast, or maybe it was because it was sealed in the food box, the fried chrysanthemum still had some residual temperature, and he actually smelled a faint aroma, with a little chrysanthemum fragrance, and a little fried fragrance.

Ye Zichuan Xitian is really not fake, the first thing he tasted was a salty taste, and he frowned, although it was not the taste he expected, but the taste was not bad, Ye Zichuan ate it and sandwiched two more in a row before he tasted the sweetness.

It can only be said that his luck is really bad, because Meng Wei has prepared a total of five fried chrysanthemums, and as for the small size of the osmanthus cake, it is a little more, but it will not be too much.

After eating, looking at the two dishes in front of him that were swept away, Ye Zichuan was a little dissatisfied: "Why did you make such a small amount?" It's not enough to stuff your teeth! ”

"I bought a cow in the kitchen today, and I heard Aunt Lin say that it was difficult to buy beef before, so there was less food in the house, so the slave maid planned to make a whole cow banquet at noon, if the little marquis is full now, he won't be able to eat the delicious beef at noon."

"Beef?" Ye Zichuan frowned, and after thinking for a while, he still couldn't remember what beef tasted like, so he had to ask dryly, "Which is more delicious than this beef or pork, chicken, duck and fish?" ”

It seems that Hou Fu ate beef two or three years ago, but I don't know if it's the beef itself, or Aunt Lin doesn't know how to make it, although he doesn't remember how it tastes, but he only remembers that the beef doesn't seem to be very delicious, and he is not the only one in the mansion who thinks so.

So since then, the government has not bought beef again.

"The slave felt that there was no comparison, because each taste was different, for example, fish would be delicious when used to make boiled fish, but if the fish was replaced with chicken, duck or pork, it would change its taste. It can only be said that each ingredient is made differently, and the taste is also different, and the slave believes that there are no undelicious ingredients, only a cook who can't make them. ”

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