One of the guards in front of the post station went in to spread the word, and only one was left staring at them. Aunt Fang was still terribly frightened, and her hands twisted together uneasily.

Aunt Fang secretly glanced at Lin Xiaomiao, her dark pupils were full of fine light, and she didn't see the slightest fear and anxiety. I don't know what beautiful things she thinks, and the corners of her small lips have been slightly raised.

Aunt Fang retracted her gaze worriedly, is this girl of the Yun family not afraid of ignorance? Or is it really in danger? Such a bearing, not like a village girl, but like a famous lady.

After thinking about the situation of the Yun family, Aunt Fang felt that her thoughts were funny. Can there really be a phoenix in the chicken coop? It's good that this girl can sit firmly in the position of the young grandmother, and there are many entanglements in the courtyard of the deep house! None of them are good to live with!

"Alright, you can go in!" The guard who walked back screamed, and only then did he recall Aunt Fang's thoughts.

It was supposed to be led by Aunt Fang, but when she entered the post station, Lin Xiaomiao walked in front, and Aunt Fang followed behind.

After looking around, Lin Xiaomiao found the reason, and Aunt Fang was scared.

The post house was heavily guarded, full of patrolling and sentry, and from time to time there were people in embroidered gold official uniforms running around.

After all, Aunt Fang was just a woman in the village, and she had never been far away in her life to see the world, and when she suddenly saw such a big scene, she didn't know where to put her two hands.

The place where people at the post station rested was surrounded by a white tent, and the figures inside could not be seen. As soon as the wind blew, a noble smell of incense emanated from the white tent......

Lin Xiaomiao felt that this fragrance smelled familiar, and couldn't help but raise her head and sniff.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Xiu, who was originally standing outside the white tent and waiting, saw Lin Xiaomiao, who had her head held high, and hurriedly greeted her with three steps and two steps, and complained a little as soon as she opened her mouth.

Aunt Fang lowered her head and whispered, "I'm worried about you." The peach girl said that she could cook, so I brought her over...... "Aunt Fang also seemed to realize that they shouldn't come to this place.

Fang Xiucai turned his head and glanced at Lin Xiaomiao, his beard shook angrily, "You guys are really messing around!" What is the identity of the nobles inside? Hurry up and bring her back. ”

It's already here, how can there be any reason to go back? Lin Xiaomiao smiled and saluted Fang Xiucai, "Sir, don't be angry, I begged my aunt to bring me over!" I'm not lying to my aunt, I do know how to cook, please give me a chance to give me a try. ”

"It's not going to work...... That noble man can't afford to be offended. Hundreds of dishes have already been delivered, and none of them have been satisfactory to him! The daughter-in-law of the old Chen family, who is the best at cooking, made a dish, the noble man didn't want to taste a chopstick, you better hurry up! Fang Xiucai waved her hand and asked Aunt Fang to take her away quickly.

Lin Xiaomiao was so anxious that she wanted to jump to her feet? Do you want to do that? Don't even give her a chance to try the dishes?

She changed into a new dress and wiped her hair oil!

Aunt Fang probably saw the disappointment on her face, pulled Lin Xiaomiao's sleeve, and persuaded in a low voice: "Forget it, Peach girl, you still go back with me......"

There was a clang, and there was a crisp sound of breaking inside the white tent.

This was followed by the sound of the earth shaking, and the sound should have been that all the plates and dishes were broken, and the tables were overturned......

Aunt Fang and Fang Xiucai invariably shrank up, and Lin Xiaomiao stared at the place where the voice came from with a petrified expression. What kind of foodie will flip the table because the food is not to taste?

As soon as the voice stopped, an official ran out of the white tent, and after standing firmly, he shouted angrily: "Where is Fang Haisheng? I can't find a cook who can cook, I don't think he wants to live! ”

As soon as she heard this, Aunt Fang's legs were weak and she collapsed directly to the ground, and Lin Xiaomiao quickly helped her up. Fang Xiucai's face was also pale and trembling.

Aunt Fang grabbed the corner of Fang Xiucai's clothes and cried: "Master, you just let the peach girl give it a try!" At most, it is better to be scolded than to lose your life! The Fang family is without you, how can I still live! ”

Fang Xiucai's face trembled, and he looked at Lin Xiaomiao behind him with a face of "dead horse as a live horse doctor", "Peach girl, come with me!" ”

Lin Xiaomiao followed Fang Xiucai all the way to the kitchen, saying that the kitchen was just a square place surrounded by white cloth.

However, to Lin Xiaomiao's surprise, there were three boilers in this small place of a few square meters, and there were all the cooking tools to be used next to the stove.

This stainless steel knife for pans...... Why do they all look so familiar? And this is a pockmarked colander used to filter water? The wisdom of the ancients in eating was too advanced, right?

Lin Xiaomiao glanced at the bottles and cans placed in front of the cutting board again, as if a thunderbolt had struck the top of her head, making her scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Not to mention oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, this pale yellow chicken essence, this choking pepper and cumin powder, where did the foodie get it? Is it okay to share her a little?

She has been through for so long, and she has seen that the women in the village only put salt grains in cooking, soy sauce and aged vinegar need to be bought for money, and white sugar is even more expensive, and ordinary people rarely use it, and they occasionally put some chili peppers to taste.

She had always thought that there were no cumin and pepper crops in this plane. Smelling the familiar smell, Lin Xiaomiao sneezed a few times in a row, and her face was full of excitement.

"Be careful!" A girly little white face appeared next to her, pinching her orchid finger and rolling her eyes at Lin Xiaomiao, "Don't break it clumsily, this thing is precious!" I can't afford to take your life! ”

Valuable? Lin Xiaomiao somewhat understood, "These are the spices for your nobles, right?" ”

The man snorted from his nostrils and said arrogantly, "Don't touch the objects you don't know, these spices too!" ”

After the man twisted his waist and left, Fang Xiucai, who was standing outside, walked in and reminded Lin Xiaomiao in a low voice: "That noble man has some problems with his taste, and he can't taste the ordinary taste." You need to add more salt. ”

It turns out that the foodie is a heavy taste, this is easy to do!

Lin Xiaomiao poured some water into the basin and washed her hands, and said without raising her head: "Mr. Fang, don't worry, I wrote it down." "Spicy dry pot, sauerkraut fish is definitely heavy enough!

Fang Xiucai stood behind her for a while with his hands behind his back, his face was not very happy, "Peach girl, you are young, don't think about things too simply." You just need to put as much salt as I say, and the daughter-in-law of the Chen family said that those seasonings smell weird and choking, and they can't be used to cook vegetables at all. ”

He touched his beard and instructed: "The spices and knives of the nobles are extremely expensive, you don't have to break them, you can't afford to pay for them when the time comes!" ”

Lin Xiaomiao snorted and wanted to laugh, but seeing Fang Xiucai's gloomy face, Lin Xiaomiao endured the smile. She can really afford to lose this little thing, no matter how expensive caviar and top snowflake meat she has handled, these are just small scenes!

Thinking that Fang Xiucai had helped him, and he was a respected elder in the village, Lin Xiaomiao nodded obediently, "I know, I won't touch it......"

Fang Xiucai saw her nodding in response, and then touched her beard and left with satisfaction. As soon as Fang Xiucai left, Lin Xiaomiao's fingers clicked on the knife, and she picked the most suitable kitchen knife and smiled.