Seeing this, the Taoist priest only said a bad fate, and then drifted away.

Since then, Xiucai has been like crazy, not eating or drinking every day, only guarding the white orchid, watering it with his tears and blood on his fingertips every day.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, Xiucai's longing for Bai Lan became more and more deep, and he dreamed of Bai Lan meeting him every night, but when he woke up, he was a tear-wet pillow towel.

Xiucai composed his thoughts about Bai Lan into a piano score and wrote this song "Cherish Flowers", and he also died a year later with Bai Lan in his arms. ”

The boy in brocade was deeply moved when he said this, and was about to continue speaking but was stopped by Song Lingyue raising his hand.

"Isn't it going to be that White Orchid has been with him since he died?" Song Lingyue raised her eyebrows.

"How can you say such vulgar words as a girl, it's so unruly." The boy in brocade clothes refers to the fart word that Song Lingyue blurted out.

"But you guessed it right, after the death of that Xiucai, the grave opened the white orchid, and every spring it spits fragrant and swaying, as if accompanying Xiucai." The boy in brocade said with an intoxicated look on his face.

Song Lingyue made a retching expression and tilted her head to look at the brocade-clothed boy: "Don't disgust me, is this white orchid brainless?" ”

The boy in brocade was stunned.

Song Lingyue said again: "I think this white orchid is quite stupid, and I haven't seen any men, so I was fooled by that Xiucai in a few words, and I sacrificed and dedicated for him, but in the end I ended up with a dead end, is it worth it?" ”

"Besides, that talented man, a strange Taoist priest, began to suspect the lover of the day and night in a few words, this is not what a person with a look of expression would do, right?"

The brocade boy's face was pale for a while, and he retorted with a white face:

"But the talented boy also really loves Miss Bailan, otherwise he would not follow in her footsteps after Miss Bailan's death."

As soon as the young man in brocade said this, many guests in the lobby nodded again and again, admiring that the talented boy was a person of great affection, although he was confused for a while, he finally realized that it was already commendable.

Song Lingyue sneered: "No matter what you do in front of you, as long as you wake up in the back, the other party has to accept it all, right?" Where is such a truth!

Besides, I don't think that Xiucai went with Miss Bailan, but it seems that he can't live without the free help of Miss Bailan.

That Xiucai can be said to be pulled up by Miss Bailan, taking care of food and clothing, and helping to make money, but she is used to turning that Xiucai into a waste, and she will like him even if she loses it.

A shoulder can't be picked, hands can't be lifted, and even money has to be earned by a woman - waste. ”

Song Lingyue took a bite of waste, hateful and accurate, making the face of the brocade-clothed boy look like he had overturned the color palette, colorful and wonderful.

"That Xiucai is not only a waste, but a ridiculous waste!"

The water chestnut lip flap hooked up the mockery, the narrow eyebrows and eyes rolled up with contempt, and the woman in front of her exhaled like an orchid:

Bai Lan didn't cherish that talent at all, and outsiders could easily instigate him to arouse his suspicions.

When the other party died because of him, he said how deep and righteous he was, and how he missed him, isn't it ridiculous? Where is he a person with a look of affection, he is clearly a shameless and shameless man, and a negative person. ”

Song Lingyue's business is not big, but everyone in the lobby can hear her voice.

The guests who praised Xiucai for their dedication and infatuation before were all speechless, and even the boy in brocade looked at Song Lingyue for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Song Lingyue chuckled: "He is affectionate only after he dies, and the dead can't enjoy his affection." It's better to help the other half share chores, share your thoughts, get to know each other more, communicate more, and do more practical things, which is much better than mourning after you die. ”

After Song Lingyue said this, she ignored the faces of the guests in the lobby and left in a hurry.

Nian Nu on the stage looked at Song Lingyue's distant back, fell into deep thought, and after a while, she also hugged the qin and left.

A few crisp applause rang out.

Song Lingyue looked for prestige, only to see Qi Mo leaning against the door frame for a long time, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his lips.

Song Lingyue straightened the curvature of her sleeves, and sorted out the hairpins on her sideburns before she said, "Did you hear that?" ”

"I hear you." Qi Mo bowed his head and smiled, "I've been here since you were a scholar when you just spoke, and I didn't come out when I saw that you were very powerful against your lips and tongues." ”

"I'm done, it's time to go." Song Lingyue pointed to the back kitchen not far away, "Today is the first time Baolin Lou has tried medicinal food, and I have to check it myself." ”

"Don't you want to ask me what you think after listening to your high-minded talk?" Qi Mo followed behind Song Lingyue step by step.

"You ......" Song Lingyue glanced at Qi Mo with her eyes and said with a smile:

"What do you think and what does it matter to me? I just said what I thought, what other people think, I don't care. ”

"However, you are glued to me now, and it seems that you should still agree with what I say, otherwise you should be as worried as those boys in the lobby."

Song Lingyue pointed to the lobby behind her, the brocade-clothed boy who was confronting Song Lingyue just now was sitting on the chair in a daze, and he didn't even react to the little guy on the side asking him.

By the time Qi Mo retracted his gaze, Song Lingyue had already walked a long way, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch up with Song Lingyue's footsteps.

The kitchen of Baolin Building was busy at this time, and Song Lingyue was afraid that there would not be enough people in the kitchen, so she called Song Yi and a few of them to come over to help.

happened to hear Nian Nu playing the piano in the lobby, Song Lingyue was attracted, so she listened to the piano in the lobby for a while.

At this time, Song Yi and the others had already washed all the ingredients that Song Lingyue needed, and everything that should be cut was also cut.

A few girls were quick with their hands and feet, which made the kitchen lady and aunt in the kitchen praise each other.

As soon as Liu Bao, the chef of Baolin Building, saw Song Lingyue, he greeted him and smiled at Song Lingyue: "Second master, why are you here in person?" Just tell me how to make the food, why bother to come over in person? ”

Song Xuanran brought Song Lingyue to come once earlier, and he didn't say much, only saying that Song Lingyue was the eldest lady of the Song family and the second owner of Baolin Building.

Liu Bao didn't hear that Song Xuanran had a sister, and he felt strange when he suddenly saw Song Lingyue.

Later, I heard that this Song Lingyue was the righteous daughter that the Song family had just recognized, not the daughter of the Song family's relatives.

Liu Bao is a sensible person, he can see that although Song Lingyue is not the daughter of the Song family, she has a good relationship with Song Xuanran, and Song Xuanran also has special respect for her.

Therefore, Liu Bao was also very attentive to Song Lingyue, and he was a little more respectful.

Song Lingyue said: "Medicinal diet is not as good as ordinary dishes, the taste of medicinal materials will affect the taste of ingredients, and reducing the amount of medicinal materials will not meet the standard of medicinal diet."

Just telling you how to do it is far from it like I tried it for you myself, so that you can master it more easily. ”

Liu Bao hurriedly made a gesture of please.

Song Lingyue came to the stove, and I have to say that Song Xuanran prepared everything properly, and all kinds of ingredients and medicinal materials she needed were readily available.

Just now, she saw the old woman of the Wu family and the little master of the Wu family coming from a distance, and saw that the old woman Wu was slightly fat, but her face was a little yellow, and her lips were slightly purple, and she already had a room in her heart.

Just now, I secretly sent Xiangling to the wing room to deliver pastries, and took this opportunity to examine the old woman Wu more carefully, if I could check her pulse, it would be better.

Song Lingyue was thinking in her heart, but the work in her hand did not stop at all.

Wash the whole chicken in boiling water, then put it into a casserole covered with green onion and ginger slices, add half of the spring water, half of the rice wine, cover the pot and start to boil slowly.

While cooking the chicken soup, Song Lingyue washed the folded ear root again, put ginger vinegar, rice wine, and the medicinal powder she had prepared, mixed it gently, and handed it to Liu Bao on the side.

"You taste it, and then you will make it according to this taste."

Liu Bao hurriedly used chopsticks to fold the ear root, his expression was a little embarrassed, he didn't like to eat the ear root, he always felt that the taste was very strange and difficult to eat.

But the person who made him eat it was Song Lingyue, and he could only stuff it into his mouth.

Just chewed, Liu Bao's eyes instantly widened.

Delicious! How can it be so delicious!

The root of the folded ear is refreshing and crispy, and the first thing that invades the mouth is acid.

The sour taste is not irritating but very soft, which arouses people's appetite, and has a faint spicy taste, which immediately increases people's appetite.

The final aftertaste carries a sweet and bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine, but it raises the previous sour and spicy level to a higher level.

"It's delicious." Liu Bao was amazed, as if he couldn't believe that what he had just eaten was the folded ear root that he had always hated.

"The texture is crisp, the taste is varied, refreshing and appetizing."

"It's over." Song Lingyue smiled slightly, and easily cut a radish into thick and even slices.

After finishing the rouge, Song Lingyue wiped the sweat on her forehead, and at this time, Xiangling also came back from outside in a hurry.

"Master, I'm ......" Xiangling just wanted to say, seeing that there were so many people in the kitchen, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Song Lingyue leaned over and put her ear to Xiangling's mouth, Xiangling looked around, and then whispered something.

Liu Bao on the side was very curious, and wanted to get closer to listen but was afraid that Song Lingyue would find out, so he could only stand far away and didn't dare to move.

"Really? Are you sure? Song Lingyue asked two questions in a row, and Xiangling nodded affirmatively.

"Okay, I see, you're doing a great job." Song Lingyue handed the extra cochineal to Xiangling, "Take this to play with Song Si and Song Wu, be careful not to run too far, and don't go upstairs to disturb the guests." ”

"Got it, Master!" Xiangling was obviously relieved, holding a small bowl with rouge, and pulling Song Si and Song Wu, who were teasing the carp in the basin, out to play.