Dongfang Yanhe broke free from the crowding of everyone, and he secretly glanced at Ye Chuliang from the corner of his eye, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

…

In the dead of night, Dongfang Yanhe and the red shoots are about in front of the mountain.

"Help me test Ye Chuliang." Dongfang Yanhe said with a serious expression.

Hong Shao looked puzzled, "Lord, are you still worried about Sister Chuliang?" She's certainly not a spy in Fanbang. ”

Dongfang Yanhe's hands crossed in front of his chest, "But don't you think all this is strange?" Milk is a fanbang thing, how does she know how to make delicious food? ”

"People say that the practice of food is the same, could it be because Sister Chu Liang can make other food, so she thought of this method?" Hongshao said innocently with his eyes open.

Dongfang Yanhe shook his head slightly, "No, absolutely not, this king has been in the palace for many years, and he has heard the imperial chef say that there are many kinds of cuisines in the world this day, each with different methods, and there is no similarity at all." ”

"And she is a woman, and she was born in the countryside and fields, and no one taught her, how can she know so many ways to cook?" Dongfang Yanhe asked uneasily.

Red Shao didn't know how to refute, just blindly stumbled, "This..."

"Hongshao, you must help this king test her in the past two days, my king doesn't want all his worries to come true." Dongfang Yanhe muttered.

"Lord, what would you do if she was really from Fanbang?" Red Shoots was a little uneasy.

Dongfang Yanhe was silent, he looked up at the starry sky and sighed deeply.

…

On this night, Ma Jia returned from his mother's house.

As soon as I got home, I went into the study.

Dongfang Yanhe was also ambushed outside the study under Hongshao's advance notice.

Ma Zhancai looked nervous and pulled Ma Jia to the desk, lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?" Have you seen that person? ”

Ma Jia shook his head slightly, "No, but my father said that the man was about to return to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and he would naturally tell him about it when the time came." ”

"Do you think we should also go to your mother's house to meet this person in person?" Ma Zhancai touched his chin and was silent for a moment before saying, "Or should we also bring something to honor him?" ”

Maja shook his head firmly, "No, my dad said he wasn't interested in these things outside of him. ”

"So what are we going to do?"

"He has received the favor of our Jia family, and I believe that as long as my father comes forward, he will definitely not refuse." Ma Jia nodded again.

"It seems that this is the only way." Ma Zhancai sighed and said, "I just don't know when he will be able to return to his hometown to worship his ancestors?" ”

Ma Jia sighed and said, "It should be soon, my father said that when the time is right, he will let someone inform us." ”

"Well, then wait..."Ma Zhancai said weakly.

…

The next day, Hong Shao did not forget Dongfang Yanhe's instructions, and when she went to clean the cowshed with Ye Chuliang, she pretended to ask casually: "Sister Chuliang, you said that we have so many natural disasters here, and I don't know if there is a natural disaster climate like ours in Fanbang..."

Ye Chuliang didn't think much about it, she stopped the movements in her hand, and the situation of the heroes galloping outside the plug in the Yong martial arts TV series appeared in front of her. 120

"Actually, Fanbang is also very good, in my spare time, I herd cattle and sheep, and everyone sits around singing and dancing, which is really interesting." When he said this, Ye Chuliang didn't think much about it, but simply felt that life at the border was very comfortable.

Listening to Hongshao's ears had a different meaning, she looked at Ye Chuliang's calm face, and couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.

Hong Shao put down the work in his hand and walked to Ye Chuliang's side with a somewhat tangled face, "Sister Chuliang, will you miss Fanbang's free and easy life?" ”

"Missing?" Ye Chuliang looked at Hongshao with some puzzlement, "Why should I miss it, I should yearn for it." ”

How could Hongshao have the mind to figure out the difference between longing and yearning, she only felt that her heart was churning at this time, and she couldn't calm down at all.

"I think... I feel a little stuffy, I'll go out first to breathe..."After Hongshao said this, he immediately turned around and left.

Ye Chuliang looked at her somewhat lost back, and couldn't help but look up at her suspiciously, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to shake his head and continue the work in his hand.

At this time, Sikong Yu and Dongfang Yanhe were cutting bamboo, seeing that the cold winter had come, and the bamboo had become a lot more depressed.

"Brother fool, we've cut a lot of bamboo, why does Sister Chu Liang still want us to cut bamboo?" After Sikong Yu finished speaking, he put down the machete in his hand and waved his somewhat sore arms.

Dongfang Yanhe's forehead also had a slight sweat stain, he stood up straight and looked into the distance, "She has always had her own ideas, and we can't keep up with her thoughts." ”

"Now the flexibility of this bamboo is not as good as in summer, what can it do?"

"Okay, let's not think about it anymore, just cut it," Dongfang Yanhe looked at the bamboo behind him after speaking, and frowned slightly, "I think we should cut these bamboos first, otherwise we won't be able to carry them back." ”

"Okay..."

Just as the two of them were squatting down to chop bamboo, Red Shoots appeared with a sad face.

As soon as he saw her look of loss, Dongfang Yanhe's heart couldn't help but chuckle, and the machete that cut down the bamboo almost hit the bamboo next to Sikong Yu because it didn't fall into the right position.

Later, Sikong Yu was trimming the bamboo, and Dongfang Yanhe and Hongshao went to live in the roasting kiln to prepare dinner.

Ye Chuliang is preparing pasta, with milk, what sweet food can't be made?

Today's milking milk is more than yesterday, so Ye Chuliang is going to make six servings of double-skin milk, and the rest will be made into chiffon cakes.

Ye Chuliang first poured the milk into the pot and put in a little sugar.

Once heated, she found six bowls, slowly poured the hot milk into it and placed it in a ventilated place.

The next thing is to prepare the egg whites, there is no lemon juice, Ye Chuliang can only add a little sugar, and then stir and stir to the side.

When the weather is cold, the hot milk quickly forms a milk skin.

Ye Chuliang made a cut along the edge of the bowl with the milk skin, and then carefully poured the milk into the egg white.

She stirred the egg whites quickly, then poured them into the bowl along the slices.

Luckily, she moved quickly, so the milk skin didn't stick to the bottom of the bowl because of the long time.

The double skin milk in every bowl is perfect, and then it is left to the stove to do the work.

…

At this time, the two people who were in the raw oven studied the results of the test of the red shoots during the day.

"So she's really from Fanbang?" Dongfang Yanhe frowned slightly.