Ren Yan took advantage of the time to wipe the floor and kicked over the bucket.

The place where the two senior brothers stood was skillful, and the two pairs of cotton shoes were full of buckets of water, and the people instantly seemed to wade into a river, shivering with cold.

"Hey, hey!" Ren Yan rubbed back with the cloth and raised his face, "I'm sorry senior brother, I'm too busy to go to the room, I didn't take care of it at a glance, you two take care of it." ”

Du Liren is usually harsh, how can he allow them to change their shoes.

Wu Sihai held down the thunderous junior brother and glared at Ren Yan fiercely, looking like he was going to fry her in the oil pot!

The green onion and ginger tofu did not pass Ren Yan's hand in the end, and after wiping the floor, she guarded the small stove to boil water and send sea cucumbers.

Hair sea cucumber is particular.

Like a smooth black cucumber, you have to put the skin on the fire to burn the skin first, scrape it clean and throw it into a pot of boiling water to cook slowly; After boiling soft, take it out, disembowel it and clean it up, put it on a low fire and then stew it thoroughly, and throw it into ice water to make three or two pots of wine.

There is also plum ginseng, which must be left in warm water for half a day, then boiled on the fire until soft, and then washed in cold water.

Du Liren gave her an errand in the second half of the night, and when the sea cucumber was soaked through, it was already in the middle of the moon.

Ren Yan yawned for a long time, holding a small pu fan to control the heat, and biting half a bowl of sugar in his mouth, the taste was very sweet, unlike the small cake thrown on the kang head was slightly bitter.

But because of the novelty of the cake, she likes it very much.

Anyway, she was idle, she took out the almonds from the jar, mashed them through the oiled paper, put them into a bowl, knocked two chicken eggs, added a spoonful of sugar, a pinch of wine koji, and half a spoonful of ghee to stir into a paste, sifted the thin noodles and poured them into the bowl.

She picked the one that looked the most like a cake, poured the batter into it, and put the mold into the oven wearing thick cotton gloves.

She sat down on a small stool and waited for the little cake she had been thinking about to come out.

The chubby sea cucumber lay in the water, and the more he looked at it, the more confused he became, until a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in front of him.

She stared at a pair of sleepy eyes, looked up through her straight trousers, and saw Gu Tingwen's dark eyes.

Gu Tingwen in the middle of the night was different from the daytime, the collar of the white shirt was no longer tied so tightly, and it was opened, revealing a reddened neck, like hibiscus jade.

Ren Yan felt that she was a female merry ghost, and covered her face: "Seventh Master......"

Gu Tingwen frowned and looked at her, but did not speak.

After a long time, Ren Yanti's nose smelled the smell of wine, which was shallow and floating in the night.

Drink like a fish?

Okay!

She smiled and made a small bench for him: "You sit, I'll pour you a bowl of tea." ”

"No, you don't."

He refused, but he didn't reject the fishy and sticky fat sea cucumber, and reached into the cold water and pinched it: "It's done." ”

"Ahh Ren Yan put his hands behind his back, and looked at his steps and straightened his waist.

The drunken seventh master didn't have a good temperament, took off his glasses and hung them in his jacket pocket, and looked at her casually: "Almonds, burnt!" ”

She reached out to help him with a quick turn, scooping out the hook and picking out the mold.

Gu Tingwen leaned on the edge of the window, tapping her fingers one by one, watching her hurry.

A stone blue square cufflink bone reached the ground.

He was drunk and unconscious; She was full of small cakes, and she didn't notice it.

The small cake became a black ball, and when I cut it with a knife, there was not much good-looking left.

Ren Yan pouted, poured, and washed the mold in the cabinet.

As soon as he turned his head, the person had already left.

The fire was blazing, and the fat sea cucumber was waiting to be disemboweled.

She scooped one up, raised the knife in her hand, and muttered: "It's not an almond cake, what eyes!" ”