Red Sleeves hurriedly stepped forward and helped put the food on the table, and then said to Ji Wanrong, "Gege, didn't you say that you didn't eat enough in the morning?" Eat more at this time. ”

Smelling the fragrance of the food, Ji Wanrong came back to her senses, looked at the food on the small table in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction.

This Yinzhen reminded that it was different, and the level of his food was completely qualitative.

It's just that this Manchu and Mongolian people also eat beef and mutton when they get up in the morning, Ji Wanrong is really not used to it, so she drank a bowl of white porridge with pickles, and she was indeed not full.

This lunch was hearty, and she was really hungry.

After coming to this world, Ji Wanrong understood why the people she saw so far were relatively thin, she ate two meals a day, she was hungry and thin, her body was eighteen years old, but she was like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, and she didn't develop well at all.

"I'm going to have soup first." Ji Wanrong put a chopstick and green vegetables in her mouth, and then ordered.

When the red sleeves heard this, they hurriedly helped to serve the soup, and the milky white crucian carp soup was packed in a white porcelain lotus bowl, which looked rich and mellow, and there were a few chopped green onions floating on it, which made people can't help but have an appetite.

Ji Wanrong took a sip of soup, I have to say, the craftsmanship of the chef of Baylor Mansion is really good, the fish soup is stewed like milk, full of freshness, I can't eat the slightest fishy smell, the soup is mellow, and people can't help but drink three or four bowls.

Red Sleeves saw Ji Wanrong finish the fish soup in one go, his eyes changed, but he still carefully filled the second bowl.

Ji Wanrong's chopsticks are heading towards the stewed hooves, the tiger skin on the hooves has been dyed with sauce, and the pig's trotter tendons that should be shiny are also very elastic at the moment, she took a bite of the pigskin, the fat bloomed in her mouth, and it was mixed with the sauce, not greasy at all, but people couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

"Gege, you can't be greedy for too much food." Chunjiao saw that Ji Wanrong had eaten most of her hooves, and she couldn't help but tell when she stood aside, "You have to taste the dishes on the side." ”

"But that's what I like to eat." Ji Wanrong's chopsticks were held down by Chunjiao, and her heart was the same as a kitten's scratch, what's wrong? Can't you eat as much as you want? There weren't so many rules before.

Chunjiao looked at her master's aggrieved appearance, and couldn't help but sigh, a little unbearable.

Red Sleeves saw that Chunjiao's heart was about to soften, so he hurriedly said, "Gege, the rules have always been like this, our house is better, in the palace, this dish can't be eaten more than three bites, Gege doesn't pay attention now, and then eats with everyone, others will say that Gege is not good." ”

knew that they were also for themselves, but Ji Wanrong was still unhappy in her heart, remembering that she was eating in Yinzhen's yard, eating whatever she wanted, eating how she wanted, and Yinzhen didn't say anything about herself.

Besides, I ate a small half plate of pickles in the morning, and these maids didn't say that they were greedy.

Tsk, this standard of measurement is really strange, there was only Chunjiao alone a few days ago, but there are not so many rules.

However, at that time, the quality of this meal was not good, Ji Wanrong had no taste, and there were only two or three chopsticks for a dish.

"It's really pitiful to be Gege, I can't get enough to eat." Ji Wanrong put down the chopsticks and said angrily to herself.

"Which one didn't feed you again?" At this moment, a voice that was extremely familiar to Ji Wanrong sounded at the door, with a slight hint of ridicule, becoming more and more magnetic.