It was very unpleasant to meet, and the old lady acquiesced to the excuse of the second son looking for Ren Yan, although the brothers were weighing the weight, in the end it was also an indication of attitude, and the future helmsman of the Gu family was still unknown.

Ren Yan ate dinner alone, lying on the sofa and flipping through the book and a few pieces of paper, occasionally touching the pen to write and draw; Someone outside greeted the seventh master and pushed the door to invite someone in.

The sound of footsteps approached around the half-down curtain, and when Ren Yan looked up, the person had already sat down opposite, picked up the snacks on the plate, and took a sip of the half bowl of cold soup she had drunk.

Gu Qiye looked particularly heroic when she was not picky, she turned over and looked at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at?" He held the bowl and didn't put it down.

"You!"

He frowned and finally stretched and smiled, "I'm asking about books." ”

The little girl twisted and pinched, tucked the open book under her elbow, and then revealed the cover: "I borrowed your book last year, but I haven't finished reading it, and I'm idle to pass the time." ”

Ren Yan is a girl with solid eyes, and it is very unauthentic to do such a thing as lying.

Let's just say that the book she is looking at, although there is a spread out of the "Food and Doctor Heart" outside, there are words "elm white skin" and "rehmannia rehmannia", but the book wrapped in the shell is a different scenery:

"During the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Great Song Dynasty, there was a merry man in Qinghe County, Dongping Prefecture, Shandong Province...... This person's surname is Simon, and he only obscures a celebration character......"

Coupled with her dodgy eyes, who doesn't know what she has in mind?

Gu Tingwen looked at her with a smile: "How did you think of making this snack?" ”

In the dish is a soap cake, the nuts peeled out of the honey locust are steamed with honey and osmanthus, which is crystal clear, soft and glutinous and sweet.

In the bowl is crystal soap soup, the soaphorn rice is soaked soft, soaked in sugar water, and the purple and red color is like crystal glass.

If it weren't for the book she was looking at, there was such a snack written on it, maybe she would have been blinded.

Sure enough, Ren Yan heard him ask, and tucked the hidden book under his body: "I stewed medicinal food for people today, and I left a lot of snow lotus seeds to use...... Ate my snacks and came to ask me, virtue! ”

It's in a hurry!

Gu Tingwen tilted his chin and looked at her: "Ask casually." ”

Ren Yan also felt that he was weak-hearted, and diverted the topic: "Seeing that you are not full outside, and there is still porridge simmering on the stove, ask He Quan to serve you a bowl?" ”

"Okay." The little girl's mind, he has to learn to fulfill.

Ren Rouge got up neatly, took away the two books with his hands, and stuffed them into the bookcase like a treasure, for fear that he would turn it over, and deliberately disrupted the order of the books, so he raised his voice and called He Quan.

Gu Tingwen sat there and watched her scramble until she held the porridge in her hand, her eyebrows were hot and her eyes were hot, and she was still happy.

"How?"

Ren Yan leaned his face over: "The red rose was sent by Folun, I took the candied and added a stewed porridge with mushrooms, make it again, you can taste it." ”

The porridge is sweet and fresh, and he eats a bowl of Shutai in winter, and he said it very well: "It's just that Miss Xu loves red roses like life, so let her know, I'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with Cheng Jing again!" ”

"Is that so?" She realized later, "I originally wanted to take the time to make a cup for her, but I still didn't make trouble for Brigadier Kang." ”

Gu Ting hummed blankly: "I still think soap cake is the best." ”

Ren Yan's hair was about to stand up, why did he still mention this stubble, but he had to pretend to be innocent: "...... If you think it's good, do it next time, do it again next time, do it again......"

Gu Tingwen held the white porridge and laughed silently.

The birthday banquet is imminent, and there has already been a lively atmosphere inside and outside Gu's house, and the snow is coaxing the boundless red lanterns.

At the end of the year, Cuihua Garden called the predetermined banquet list stacked with a thick layer, with Wu Daitang and Cao Yiguan two private rooms are the most sought after, cups and plates are listed all night.

The chopsticks for the last table before closing are still boiling in the water, and the second table of guests for the new day is already full of wine and food; After a long time like this, no one can bear it, and Ren Yan is busy at both ends.

If Mai Fenghui hadn't returned to Beijing with his mother and Xiao Mei, the corners of her mouth would have been baked.

Xiao Mei squeezed her: "It's all a bamboo in this busy, the guest is the drawstring, you can just go around when you order food, dance like a windmill, you can't stop at all!" ”

While talking, Ren Yan was studying a sea bass with Mak Fenghui.

A basket of perch is sent from Qinhuangdao, big and fierce, long journey into the fish pond of Cuihua Garden, not much time to start jumping around, everywhere to touch small fish and shrimp to fill the stomach.

Now is the season of sea bass fat, or steamed or roasted are the usual taste, you can't use scallion oil to get a scallion oil with a crispy skin and tender flesh.

Inspired by the soapcorn rice, Ren Yan pondered about making the fish slices into scales and then wrapping them in starch and frying them, and then poured a plum blossom sea bass out of the dish, and then poured the glazed rice, which was about a delicate and clear appearance.

But the starch is not controlled under the oil pot, more will spoil the crispy taste of the fish, less can not pick out the plum blossom Lingxiu, golden and round, but more like the chrysanthemum garden is blooming yellow fragrant pear.

Ren Yan and Mai Fenghui combined, it is better to really make a chrysanthemum perch according to the meaning of the fish, the perch has the reputation of golden jade since ancient times, and it is not an insult to others.

After pondering like this, I picked a fat scraper scale, removed the head and tail, washed and brushed the thick body of the fish on both sides, and then made the thin blade remove the fish ridge and wide spines, and spread it out in the dish.

In order to get closer to the petals of the chrysanthemum, the width and depth of the knife edge have to be strengthened; Three or four knives are a cluster of petals, cut off into a complete chrysanthemum fish embryo.

There was a fire in the stove, Xiao Mei couldn't help, she only carried a fire pestle to help, glanced at Ren Yan, and took the opportunity to tease her.

Ren Yan blamed her for being reckless, and she dared to go south after a lot of artillery fire, and she just replied to her when she got the words: "Who is to blame, I can't find anyone at a glance, what kind of rut do I have, the woman is not left!" ”

In front of the gentlemen, Xiao Mei was embarrassed, and avoided her gaze and beckoned to Mai Fenghui: "Blame him, if he doesn't go to Chaoshan, can I find him?" Said to go, he also left first! ”

Master Mai is a kind person, and he doesn't care about his girlfriend, what she says is natural, he nodded while shaking the chrysanthemum fish embryo and wrapping it in a thin starch.

The two of them were in love with each other, Ren Yan looked at his teeth and mouth sour, scooped two spoonfuls of vegetable oil, and the sound of the pot sounded, and the honey pot around him closed the jar.

The fish embryo is put in hot oil, slowly swinging out of the shape of a chrysanthemum, and the shape is put into the pot and put it on the plate, and the edged cabbage leaves cut in advance are cooked in boiling water in the shape of chrysanthemum leaves.

The sauce in the bowl is mixed with bone broth and spices, a spoonful of sugar and half a spoonful of vinegar are mixed into the bottom oil of the stewed pot, boiled and poured on the flesh to form an elegant, tender, crispy and sweet chrysanthemum sea bass.

Carved bamboo shoots and golden legs for decoration, the golden and rich fish body is opened, and the aroma penetrates into the lips and tongue from the smooth and tender white fish meat, which is not a strong thick taste, but it is fresh and long.

Chrysanthemum sea bass, three finished dishes, one dish was sent to two families to make up for Cheng Huiyu's body, one was sent to Xu Mansion to thank Xu Fulun for giving a basket of red roses, and one was left for Xiao Mei and Mai Fenghui to wash the dust.

The next day is the birthday banquet of Mrs. Gu, Gu Tingwen and Ren Yan can't stay in Cuihua Garden for a long time, so they call Gu's car to take them into the house early; The tailor was invited to bring the finished dress, and the girls surrounded her to try on the clothes.

Ren Yan has filial piety, and it is inconvenient to show up at the birthday banquet, so the color of the old-style jacket skirt is plain, the jade white jacket with a black horse face skirt, and the dark flowers embroidered with silver silk are all brilliant when walking.

She looked at the people in the mirror and sighed: "I saw the dress of the eldest lady when I was at home, it was very grand, and it was unattainable to sit there. ”

The eldest lady is a smiling tiger, and when she looks at her clothes, she is afraid of three points; But he has a round face, and he was born with a silly appearance, and he is dressed in clothes and lives like four things.

Gu Tingwen held her hand: "Turn around and take a look." ”

The skirt was swollen, and the silver ornaments with the horns jingled, giving birth to a bit of childishness; Master Ren, who is dominating outside, is a nineteen-year-old girl after all.

He couldn't bear to restrain her, and wanted to change her clothes back.

The girls had just entered the door, but he had a plan again, and waved his hand, and there were only two of them left in the room.

Ren Yan meticulously untied the jacket on his body, and his waist was held.

"What about people?" She raised her head and looked around, "I can't take it off if I don't wear it well, I will turn around and give it to the pleats, or call someone to clean it up." ”

"No, the seventh master is serving you today!"

He took off his coat, curled his sleeves and removed her headdress and clothes.

The night snow is silent, the lights and candles are shaking, and the taste of waiting for a change of clothes has changed, and the whole boudoir is happy.

He carried her to bed, and the last hairpin was thrown on the carpet: "These days, you and I are busy, and I haven't talked to you properly." ”

But now this is not a good posture to speak!

Ren Yan looked up at him: "What do you want to say?" ”

It's all inconsequential, what you and I have seen and heard, occasional bitterness and occasional happiness, sharing with each other, this is their day.

Under the candlelight, he took off his glasses, his eyebrows and eyes were very soft, no longer deep valleys and snow, unattainable.

She looked at it for a long time, lost in it, and her fingers slid down his cheek to his shirt.

The clothes of the seventh master have always been flat and neat, not like at night, adding beautiful folds; She looked at her heart and pinched out one pleat after another.

But he couldn't bear it, and shook her hand to untie his own button; After solving it, he was not reconciled, and he still thought about her, and he sighed with satisfaction until his body and mind were close to him.

"Go on, okay?" He smiled, looked down and kissed her lips, breathing a little unsteadily.

He didn't finish what he said just now, but where he said it, Ren Yan didn't remember it very clearly, staring at him, hoping to get a reminder.

But he talked about a new topic.

"Like the soap cake that day."

Ren Yanhu felt bad.

He stroked her lips: "I happened to read this book when I was a teenager, and there was this snack in it, which was eaten by Ximen Qing when he invited Wen Xiucai and Earl Ying to enjoy the snow, and the earl had never seen it, making a joke about sugar soap!" ”

Ren Yan choked, but no, when he came, she was seeing here.

But as soon as he changed his words, he drove straight in: "Down, what is it?" ”

Under the book, it is Li Bei'er who dreams about romance.

What was written, Ren Yan didn't have time to think about it anymore.