The traffic is busy, the river is endless, the tea shops and restaurants on both sides of the street are lined up, and even a rare four-story and five-story building has appeared, which is in good order, the yamen is an errand officer, and the public security patrol is also in good spirits, and it is a clean and honest style.

A rare capable minister!

Baili Qianmu listened to the discussions of the people on the street from time to time, the people smiled sincerely from the heart, and there was always a light smile on their lips that was proud of me, as if this prosperous Fengxiang Mansion had a merit for her, and they couldn't care about Duanmu Wuxie, who had been staring at her puzzled, and couldn't care about solving his doubts.

She cares about the livelihood of Fengxiang Mansion.

Until I entered a restaurant, the lobby on the first and second floors was already full, and there were even people waiting in line outside the gate, so I chose the only exquisite and luxurious bag left on the fourth floor, which cost an extra 100 amethyst coins separately.

One hundred amethyst coins is enough for a family of four to eat for three years.

After ordering tea, let Mei Yi sit down together, Baili Qianmu likes a lot of people, eating lively, Mei Yi can't twist it, so he has to sit down and lower his head, Duanmu Wuxian is busy making tea for Baili Qianmu.

In his previous life, he visited Fengxiang County, and he was full of praise for the special food in this place.

"Lan Qing, you have a good taste of this roasted donkey meat, make sure you eat it, and you still want to eat it, but it's a little worse than what I made." Baili Qianmu gave Duanmu Wuxian a big chopsticks and donkey meat, and then picked up the crab that Duanmu Wuxian peeled for himself and ate it, and did not forget to clip a crab for Meiyi.

It's August, the fattest season for crabs.

Duanmu Wuxian glanced coldly at Mei Yi, who had been keeping his head down and trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Mu'er, you like seafood and the like, but don't eat more crabs, it's cold, wait for me to steam a few at night, warm some wine to eat with you, it won't hurt you."

Baili Qianmu deliberately bit the crab with a loud sound, smiled brightly at Duanmu Wuxie, and saw that Duanmu Wuxie, who had always been picky, had eaten two-thirds of the donkey meat, and thought that he would finish this dish and often make it for him.

As everyone knows, it was because she clamped it, and in Duanmu Wuxie's opinion, as long as she made it, the arsenic was also delicious.

The meal was very pleasant, and Baili Qianmu also happily found the shopkeeper to go to the kitchen steward to happily exchange experiences in making donkey meat.

She doesn't mind passing on the secret methods that the ancients took very seriously, and her purpose is that everyone can eat and enjoy the deliciousness.

The practice of later generations is to sum up the experience of predecessors and then continue to innovate and improve.

Duanmu Wuxian stayed quietly and watched her enthusiastically exchange ideas with the kitchen manager.

The old donkey is slaughtered, the hooves are removed, the four legs and muscles and bones are selected, the blood is cleaned, the floating water is hung to dry, the pieces are cut into the tank after drying, the nitrate is added to the upper pressure boulder, the moon is taken out, and it is hung in the sun to dry during the day and squeezed at night.

Remove the water and then cook it with pine water and five-spice seasoning, take it out and then soak it into the fire of donkey meat and the original soup meat to heat, pick it up and soak it many times to a certain extent, and slice it after cooling, the color is bright red, it is translucent, the texture is delicate, crisp and tendony, the five-spice spray nose, and the aftertaste is long.

After doing a demonstration, Baili Qianmu returned to the carriage with a plate of donkey meat under the thanks of the kitchen steward, and gave it to Hai Dongqing, who had been resting on the roof of the car.

In the carriage, Baili Qianmu nested in Duanmu Wuxie's arms, looking up at the face that made her intoxicated, this demonic look, she couldn't see enough.