The first time the rooster crowed, Ren Yan had already combed two long braids.

The mother-in-law of the tofu shop across the door pushed the window and called her: "Miss Ren, the eldest lady is here to eat tofu brains!" ”

"Whoa!"

She took a small jar from under the window, fastened the deadbolt and sat on the door for breakfast, and the wind was blowing the blue tassels on her headband.

"The leeks you gave last time, I used freshly ground ginger and salt chili powder to put it in this jar, and it became sauce in five days, and you scoop a spoonful when you eat it."

Ren Yan said as he smashed the peeled peanuts in his hand, sprinkled the tofu brain with the dried radish, and poured two spoonfuls of marinade, which was a breakfast for the two of them.

The mother-in-law smiled: "It's all cheap for me, this marinade is still made by you, it's better than buying it outside." ”

"I'm still filling my stomach with you every day!"

After sucking in two or two mouthfuls, Ren Yansan washed the dishes, and then moved the mold to the wheelbarrow, and the donkey tied to the edge of the grinding plate used his mouth to arch the bean cloth.

She grabbed the fluff on her head and smiled into the room: "Auntie, the tofu is laid for you, I'll go to work!" ”

The mother-in-law stood at the door and put a paper bag in her pocket: "Take this, the girl's family has eaten well." ”

The red bowls of candy are likable when you look at them.

Ren Yan twisted a small piece in his mouth, and he was reluctant to contain it when he arrived at Hongpheasant Hall.

There was no one in the back kitchen, so she stabbed the slime with chopsticks to make a fire, and then put the lump of coal smashed in the second half of yesterday with a dustpan. There is a washing in the kitchen, and it is a knock.

When Du Liren led the two apprentices here, he was ready to find faults.

The fire in the stove was just right, the utensils were neatly arranged, and even the people stood by the door in a regular manner, and he was full of fire in his stomach.

With a wave of his hand, he swept the girl to the entrance of the hall and sprinkled it.

Ren Yan carried a large bucket wider than her to the edge of the well, fetched water and copied the cloth, and wiped the stairs from the third floor.

Early in the morning of February, cold water pierces the bones.

Tang Tou held his arms and yawned to supervise the work, looked at Ren Yan's frozen red fingers, and was so angry that he kicked the lazy guy and scolded the waste snacks, and said that this girl was dead and dry.

Let the rouge wander to the back kitchen.

Du Liren's orthodox disciple, without her share, she leaned on the window sash and eavesdropped with her ears open.

"What about you!" Stealing a teacher is a taboo, and her senior brother Wu Sihai found her for a long time to reprimand her.

The young man spoke in an old-fashioned manner, and Ren Yan stared at his wide lentil-like eyebrows, and didn't listen to a word.

Wu Sihai told her to show the bad thing of being scolded by Du Liren to the point of blood.

Ren Yan said: "There is a mutton flavor in the braised soup, it is easy to do, the paper bag in the white porcelain urn is Mengxi white mushrooms, and the next time you add it to the soup and cook it together, to remove the greasy and increase the fragrance." ”

Wu Sihai looked at her expressionlessly.

Ren Yan is very sincere: "Mengxi white mushroom is the top grade, the meat is thick and tender, the taste is very fragrant, and the medicine is stored in the soup until the disease is removed!" ”

Wu Sihai's lentil eyebrows trembled: "You know a lot. ”

Ren Yan still smiled: "Senior brother didn't think about it for a while, and the same door should take care of each other!" ”

Get!

Take the short hand in the front, take care of the back, and steal the teacher only when you can't see it.

He took his feet and walked away.

"Miss Ren is really smart." Cheng Shi'an didn't know how long he had been standing in the backyard, and he watched it lively, "It's only been a day, who doesn't say hello to Hongpheasant Hall?" ”

Ren Yan bowed: "It's all about Mr. Cheng's face." ”

Cheng Shi'an shook his finger: "It's not me, it's the master." ”

Under the tree behind him, Gu Tingwen stood there, his suit hanging on his arm, and his dark eyes looked at them, reflecting the warm sunset.

The afterglow of the ups and downs is mercilessly shining on all beings in the world.

It's very similar to him.

Politeness and gentleness are just appearances.

Good or bad, they all look on coldly, such as last night and today.

She is compromised, or proud, but she can never get into his eyes.