When Gu Qinghuan thought about Yan Zhao's words and deeds, Zhiqiu accompanied Zhiyue to the small kitchen.

"Miss Yan gave Miss a recipe for boiling porridge?"

Zhiqiu was curious: "Can I take a look?" ”

"You just don't spread the word." Zhiyue handed it to Zhiqiu, "I heard that Miss Yan said that it was a recipe researched by her cook, and if it is spread out, it is equivalent to smashing people's jobs." ”

Zhiqiu covered his mouth and smiled: "Even if I want to spread it, no one is waiting for me outside." ”

As she spoke, she took the piece of paper in Zhiyue's hand, put it in front of her eyes, and read out what was written on the paper: "Half a tael of millet, one tael of glutinous rice, one tael of rice...... Hey? ”

Reading and reading, Zhiqiu stopped, frowning and staring at the piece of paper.

"What's wrong?" Zhiyue saw that her expression was wrong.

"I always feel like this recipe...... It's familiar. Zhiqiu said, "It seems like I've seen it somewhere." ”

"Impossible, right?"

Zhiyue was surprised, "This is a specially hired chef in the big kitchen of the Yasukuni Mansion, and the recipe he has researched by himself is the only one!" Zhiqiu, have you seen a similar recipe, so you got confused? ”

"No ......"

Zhiqiu pointed to one of the lines, "Look here, grind the three-coin glutinous rice into powder...... This sentence is familiar to me! But how can there be a similar description of the general formula? ”

Seeing Zhiqiu's serious expression, Zhiyue felt that she was not joking, so she said, "It's strange, where will you deal with the people of the Yasukuni Mansion?" ”

"yes, I'm sure I saw it somewhere else."

As soon as Zhiqiu nodded, she thought of something, and she patted Zhiyue, "It's that person!" ”

Zhiyue covered her arms and said blankly: "Which one?" ”

"Miss is resting, there is still time, let's not go to the small kitchen to find Shi Xia first, you come with me!"

Zhiqiu took Zhiyue to her room, and from a locked drawer on the dresser, she took out a few crumpled pieces of straw paper, which were black and black, as if someone had scribbled them with charcoal, and after too much time, the handwriting was blurred.

"This ......"

Zhiyue had a vague impression, and she looked at Zhiqiu in surprise: "Is it the ...... seven years ago?" ”

"Yes, that's her!"

Zhiqiu unfolded the straw paper and checked them one by one.

"You still have the letter she wrote to Miss?" Zhiyue looked at Zhiqiu and sighed with emotion, "Didn't Miss get angry that time and let you burn these?" ”

"I always think that Miss will want to see it again in the future, so I secretly stayed, don't tell Miss now."

Zhiqiu said, took out the last piece of straw paper, she pointed to the miserable handwriting on it, and said to Zhiyue: "Look! I'll just say that the recipe is familiar, it's the same! ”

Zhiyue took a closer look and frowned: "I don't understand...... Typos aside, this statement ...... Isn't it unobstructed? ”

"You can't look vertically, you have to look horizontally, you also know that person has never read a book, and the writing style is naturally different from ordinary people."

Zhiqiu said: "Moreover, you have to look sideways from left to right." ”

According to Zhiqiu's reminder, Zhiyue went to look at the straw paper again, and she muttered: "Half a tael of millet, one or two glutinous rice...... After washing, grind the three coin glutinous rice into a powder ......"

After reading it, Zhiyue's eyes widened: "This ...... It's really exactly the same as the recipe written by the chef of the Yasukuni Mansion! ”

"I'll just say it." Zhiqiu took back the straw paper and put it away carefully.

Zhiyue was still surprised: "But she ...... How can it have anything to do with the chef of the Yasukuni Mansion? ”

"Probably...... Jiao again? ”

Zhiqiu blinked, "Isn't she a widow?" The husband has been gone for so many years, and it is not surprising that he is looking for another life to live, maybe he is with the cook in the Yasukuni Mansion, so he handed over his own recipe to his husband and let him come forward. ”

Zhiyue thought thoughtfully: "This is possible. ”

After a pause, she said, "Do you want to mention this matter to Miss?" ”

Zhiqiu thought for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, Miss has not let go of what happened seven years ago, she was on the side of the lord and the eldest prince back then, and Miss also cut off contact with her because of this...... When the young lady is reconciled with the lord and the eldest son, let's talk about it. ”

"It's fine."

Zhiyue nodded, it doesn't matter, it's the same if you say it early or late.

After locking the drawer, Zhiqiu and Zhiyue left and went to the small kitchen to hand over the recipe to Shi Xia.

Shi Xia got the new recipe and was ready to try it with great interest.

Zhiqiu Zhiyue didn't stop him, Shi Xia's duty was to try new dishes to meet Gu Qinghuan's daily meals.

"However, Miss doesn't want to drink porridge at night." Zhiyue reminded.

"Got it."

Shi Xia nodded, and said: "It's just that I can't finish this porridge when it is cooked, if the two sisters don't mind tasting the test product I boiled for the first time, why don't you eat it together in the small kitchen at night?" Today I also made some side dishes, and it would be nice if my two sisters could give me some advice. ”

Zhiqiu and Zhiyue glanced at each other and smiled: "Okay." ”

It is naturally good to be able to taste Shi Xia's craftsmanship.

Who doesn't know that Shi Xia is the best food to cook in the Yong'an Hou Mansion?

Afternoon.

After Gu Qinghuan finished eating, she went to the empty room she had instructed Zhiqiu Zhiyue to clean up not long ago, and closed the door, no one knew what she was doing.

Zhiqiu was guarding outside, and occasionally he could hear the sound of rustling from inside.

After nightfall, when Gu Qinghuan opened the door again, he was a little more tired than he was calm before, his long hair was draped behind him, some of it was wet with sweat, and it was attached to his neck, which was very messy, but it was not embarrassing, but it had a lazy and seductive style.

"Zhiyue has prepared the bath water."

Zhiqiu said, "Does Miss want to wash up now?" ”

"Hmm." Gu Qinghuan nodded.

Previously, she had been warming up in her room.

Although this body is weaker than in her previous life when she died, it is better than she is younger, and after some exercise, she can hold on.

It's just that tomorrow, it's inevitable that the whole body will be sore.

But if you stick with it for a few more days, things will be much better.

Soaking in the bathtub, Gu Qinghuan half-closed her eyes, and Zhiqiu rubbed her shoulders.

"Zhiqiu."

Gu Qinghuan thought of something and opened his eyes.

"The slave is here." Zhiqiu asked, "Does the young lady have any instructions?" ”

"When you come back today, see you and Tingyu at the door."

Gu Qinghuan said: "You have done everything I told you?" ”

"Yes."

Zhiqiu couldn't help but smile when he thought of Tingyu's deflated appearance: "Tingyu saw the bracelet you gave to the slave maid, Miss, and her eyes widened!" ”

"Well, well done." Gu Qinghuan nodded, it seemed that she had to go and add a handful of firewood.

"Then again......"

Zhiqiu asked curiously, "Why does the young lady want the slave to show off these in front of Tingyu?" ”

"Make her jealous of you." Gu Qinghuan said.

Zhiqiu was stunned: "Jealous slave? This...... Are there any benefits? ”

"Benefits?"

Gu Qinghuan paused, and said casually: "Let her compete with you for favor with me." ”

Zhiqiu: Miss ...... seems to be ...... Inadvertently teasing yourself?

"Slaves are stupid."

Zhiqiu said: "I don't understand what Miss means. ”

Is there any benefit in letting Tingyu compete with her for favor?