Gu Tingwen put the square handkerchief in her pocket in her hand.

The three lines of ink gray are staggered into a square lattice, spreading into neatly stacked folds.

Ren Yan lowered his head, his round nails carefully slid on his head, and tears rolled down his eyes.

He never looked at her again, he didn't know.

She also pretended not to know.

At the end of the long road, the lights in the depths of the alley were on, and the tofu disguise was on the door, in disrepair, and the flag was yellow and dilapidated.

Gu Tingwen sent her under the guise: "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye, Seventh Master."

"Ren Yan—"

She turned back.

Gu Tingwen was in the darkest part of the night: "Either you will be dormant forever, and you will always be compromised; Or go to the top and let them bow down and choose for themselves. ”

That's the answer he gave her.

He couldn't think of a better fit for her.

It was as if a drowning person had touched the shore, and someone on the shore had reached out to her. Since Baoding escaped from marriage, Ren Yan has never had ironing in his heart.

When you meet such a gentleman, how can you not throb?

She smiled and spoke, her voice trembling slightly: "Got it, Seventh Master." ”

The wooden bolt was pinned, and it also locked the heart.

She leaned against the door, her back was faintly hot, the heat was up to her neck and refused to stop, and she touched her face, which was also hot.

Ren Yan smiled.

What is afraid, she also has no fear.

I still go to work before dawn, and when I get off work late, I go home at the stall where I rest, and I follow Cheng Huiyu to learn foreign Chinese, and the rest of the time is still pondering her new recipes.

Although she was kicked out of the back kitchen, Xiao Tong promised her a little bit of stockpiling, and from time to time she asked her apprentice to wrap it up and send it to Ren Yan.

Last time, she replaced the fresh mushrooms and peach kernels with dried pine mushrooms, and the taste was really better than before.

In addition, in exchange for his usual vegetable market, Ren Yan set up a wooden shelf at home, sorted them into categories, and then vaguely had the meaning of a granary.

She is very happy that there are more and more styles of practice.

But her salary is limited, she has enough food and clothing, and the ingredients she can buy are just ordinary. After Cheng Huiyu found out, whenever there was a master invited by the family one day, he would send someone to take over the title.

"The master invited today, the ancestor is the imperial chef, and the best dish is Ruyi Zhusun, let you take a look." As soon as Ren Yan entered the door, Cheng Huiyu held her hand and led her to the back kitchen first.

The fourth aunt and wife of the Cheng family were the east, and invited relatives and daughters to the banquet, Cheng Huiyu was not familiar with her, so she only showed her face to look at Ren Yan.

She was lying on the rockery stone to cook bamboo sunflower to the master man.

The soaked bamboo swath is placed on the vegetable mound and the pointed head and round roots are cut off, cut in the middle, and the knife is changed into a finger-length and half-finger-wide flakes, drained and wrapped in a layer of corn flour.

In another bowl, there is a mixture of minced chicken and egg whites, salted wine and cooked lard, and a piece of water chestnut is mixed into a paste and spread on thin slices. Then spread a layer of minced ham and rape on the opposite side, and make it into a roll and steam.

Ren Yan's eyes rolled slightly: "I see that the bamboo sun and the mushroom should also be relatives, the mushrooms in the Hongyan Hall are piled up into mountains and seas, why haven't I seen the bamboo sun?" ”

Cheng Huiyu shook his head: "Ruyi Zhusun was originally an imperial meal, Brother Gu Shi doesn't like to have anything to do with the past, and no one dares to say these words in front of him." ”

can't complain that he is like his father's enemy, so he can be clear.

They sat here, and the coachman came outside: "Miss Ren, the seventh master was tripped on the road, I will send you back today." ”

Cheng Huiyu got up with a velvet pearl shirt, and asked in a low voice: "Something happened?" ”

On the stove, steamed bamboo leaves are being taken out and cut into pieces, neatly stacked on plates, and poured chicken fat and boiling broth.

Ren Yan turned back inadvertently, and Cheng Huiyu was looking at the night, worried.