Before dawn, Ren Yan opened his eyes.

This night's dreams are bizarre, and I always dream of three sneaky figures in the alley, carrying Gu Tingwen who was lying in a pool of blood on his shoulders and running.

She woke up after chasing after her, and reached out to probe Gu Tingwen's forehead, but fortunately it was not hot.

Seeing that the hour was about to go to work, she quietly got up, hugged her clothes, put them on the stove, and cut her hair again, before fetching water and noodles for wine koji.

The jar is stocked with mochi.

A few days ago, she went to the East Market to buy a glass urn for herself, and asked the shopkeeper to spare her a few taels of black sesame seeds.

It was only fried yesterday morning, crushed with a mill, mixed with a spoonful of sugar and peanut oil, and planned to come back in the evening to make a mochi bun and eat it with sugar, who would have thought that there would be that kind of thing.

It's a cold day, but the stuffing is still good.

When she woke up, she took out the white fungus that had been soaked in the porcelain bowl for half the night, washed it, removed the yellow roots, and simmered it in boiling water. After washing up, I came back and changed into the chicken soup that had been simmering overnight.

The white fat who woke up with his face pinched eight small balls and wrapped the filling, and steamed them in two cages with the chicken soup and white fungus.

When the sugar is cooked, she smashes the chicken sprouts into a puree, blists them in water, grabs them, and stirs them in the chicken broth that has been skimmed off from the oil foam.

When the heat came up, the chicken puree was wrapped in the crumbs in the soup, and half a light of clear soup was left, and then poured into the soup cup and soaked a few dried jasmine flowers.

The sugar buns and white fungus in the cage drawer are all at the hour, and the white fat buns lie on the plate; The jasmine flowers in the soup cup are picked out and placed on the white fungus.

Ren Yan grabbed two buns and drank a bowl of soup, simmered the rest of the rice in the cage drawer, turned out the iron medicine box, left a note for Gu Tingwen, and turned around and went out.

The people who work and push the carts in the alley have long been lively.

She greeted quietly and greeted twice, looking out what was unusual last night.

Fortunately, everyone was sleepy-eyed, only thinking about today's work and wages, and didn't care about any movement outside.

The old tree at the mouth of the alley stood straight, and Ren Yan passed by there, went around to the back and rubbed the blackened blood stains with the soles of his shoes, and then went to the Hongpheasant Hall.

The merchant who played the piccolo on the street to solicit customers, and the old man who passed by the old man who played bamboo boards under the eaves and told the story, listened to them with relish, and when he turned around, he bumped into the little Taoist priest who bought a bamboo basket from the craftsman, and the wind chimes on his burden smashed down—

Ding Bang –

was startled by the little doll in the hands of his parents on the side of the road, and before he could cry, he was led away by a passing seller of small goldfish; Mom and Dad put down the freshly made sugar painting and squeezed through the yarn lamp to chase the child.

The hustle and bustle of the market neatly separated the calm and the frightened, and Ren Yan came back to his senses, and the people had arrived at the Pheasant Hall.

When she was at work today, the guys in the courtyard greeted her with a smile, and they were not surprised, but Wu Sihai in the back kitchen deliberately looked at her twice.

Ren Yan had something on his mind, and he didn't pay attention to it.

The sun was turning extremely hard that day, and she scratched her heart with a hundred claws.

It's easy to get out of work, gritted his teeth and bought a delicate man's shirt, twisted his face and went straight home.

At the mouth of the alley, I met Wu Sihai who was coming over.

He usually goes to Du Liren's house to serve the master and his wife for dinner, and it is not happy to come to her when he is done, which is really strange today!

Ren Yan thought it was a cliché again, but he really didn't think about Gu Tingwen.

As a result, Wu Sihai said amazingly: "You have a man hidden in your room!" ”

Ren Yan's heart shrank together, and he wanted to deny it, for fear of causing trouble, so he simply smiled generously: "Yes!" ”

Wu Sihai was choked: "You are so shameless!" ”

Ren Yan replied: "I'm such a big girl, and I'm not married, it's normal to have a man, I want you to find a daughter-in-law, and we women and men are not allowed!" ”

Wu Sihai came up and wanted to hold her elbow: "Who is he?" ”