Chapter 86: The Taste of Changle Medium

Chapter 86: The Taste of Changle Medium

Meng Wanshuang, the maid in charge of the prince's mansion, found that there was another bunch of grapes missing from the garden.

This grape only began to bear fruit this year, and it was fortunate that a master from the Western Regions was invited the year before last to grow it in Beijing.

It is said that the prince's mansion is the first one, and there are no other palaces yet, so the princess plans to use it to entertain VIPs at the flower party in a few days.

Therefore, from the time the grapes entered the ripening period, Meng Wanshuang would check every day in the morning and evening, not to mention how many bunches there were, and even how many on each bunch she remembered.

This is the third day, there are three fewer bunches of grapes, this is okay, the mother-in-law who watched the garden can't say why, Meng Wanshuang decided to catch the thief by herself.

When he entered the garden, it was dark, and a grape fell on the ground, Meng Wanshuang picked it up distressedly, wiped it with her sleeve, and put it in her mouth.

Juicy and delicious, with a slight aroma of wine.

It's so delicious, no wonder the princess wants to use the grapes in the garden as a color head, and only let them be offered at the flower party.

The night was very dark, Meng Wanshuang stood behind the grape trellis, wearing dark clothes, the dense grape leaves were tightly blocked, and she blended in with the night.

Because she had stayed at night for a long time, Meng Wanshuang had adapted to the darkness, and she could see the movements in the garden clearly with a little glimmer.

Sure enough, I waited for the thief who stole the grapes.

A man dressed as a maid, without a lantern, went into the garden and called out to the mother-in-law who was watching the garden a few times, but when he heard no reply, he went straight to the bottom of the grape trellis.

The trellis was not very high, but the maid was of medium stature, and she had to stand on tiptoe, and she trembled with one hand to pluck the grapes from the branches above her head, and with the other she held the mattress skirt, and held the grapes she had picked. This time, she didn't pick a bunch directly, but picked a few on top of each bunch, and carefully removed the branches.

Unless Meng Wanshuang really counts one by one, otherwise, no matter how much she checks this method tomorrow, she will not be able to detect it.

The maid picked it up in front of Meng Wanshuang, and through the leaves, Meng Wanshuang could almost see her little face flushed, fine beads of sweat seeping on her face, swaying grape branches and leaves brushing her face, and the dust on the leaves swept on her cheeks, mixed with sweat, and turned into a flower-faced cat, and she didn't realize it at all.

I didn't find my dirty face, and I didn't find Meng Wanshuang who looked at her through the leaves.

Meng Wanshuang was a little surprised, when did her eyesight get so good? I can see things so clearly at night, and I can see colors clearly.

Reddened face, transparent beads of sweat, green grape leaves, brown dust, black and white cheeks.

But she didn't see who the maid was.

As a maid in charge of the garden, Meng Wanshuang's good memory is well-known in the prince's mansion, how many kinds of flowers and plants are in the garden, how many fruits are sparse, when they bloom and when they wither, when they bear fruit and when they are ripe, you have to ask her, she can report the time three years ago.

But she couldn't remember who the maid was, familiar and unfamiliar, and no one in her memory.

Meng Wanshuang didn't think about it, frowned, and coughed slightly.

The grape picker panicked, and with a tug of her hand, she was picking one, but a bunch of grapes fell, and she hurriedly squatted on the ground to pick it up, and carefully put it in the skirt that was half of it.

Meng Wanshuang coughed lightly again, turned out from behind the grape trellis, and stood in front of the maid.

The maid lowered her head and explained in a low voice: "Wang Liangyuan has been feeling unwell recently, saying that her heart is very hot, and she said that she wants to eat grapes, so I ......"

It turned out to be the maid of Cuiyun Building.

But her voice was not Jiamo, not comfrey, not green veins, and not any little maid she had ever seen in Cuiyun Building.

Is it new?

Meng Wanshuang didn't say a word, only looked her up and down, and her eyes slowly fell on her feet.

I think it was because she had picked the grapes too hard, and her shoes were a little older, and the tip of her left foot was torn and there was a small hole, and one foot was as white as a pearl.

This shouldn't be a maid's feet, at least, the little maid won't have such feet.

This thought flashed through Meng Wanshuang's mind.

I think the maid felt that Meng Wanshuang was looking at her, and her head lowered.

The grapes have been picked, it is impossible to return them to the shelf, and Wang Liangyuan wants them, and the person with a precious body is not a big deal to eat a few bunches of grapes. It's just that such a baba came to steal at night, but it was not polite.

Wang Liangyuan really wants to eat, the crown princess won't allow it, why do you want to steal it at night?

Meng Wanshuang couldn't figure it out, so she couldn't figure it out, so she asked directly, "Since Wang Liangyuan wants to eat, why don't you return to the princess and come to get it directly?" What is the reason for the three watches sneaking around the mother-in-law who watched the garden in the middle of the night? ”

The maid couldn't speak.

Meng Wanshuang felt that something was wrong, and drank her lowly, "Is it Wang Liangyuan who wants to eat, or are you stealing to eat in the name of the master, let's go to Qin Zhangyuan and make it clear." ”

As soon as the maid heard that she was going to take her to Qin Zhangyuan, she turned around and ran, not forgetting to carry her skirt and grapes when she ran.

Meng Wanshuang wanted to chase her, but she felt dizzy and sat down under the grape trellis.

I only saw a few grapes that the maid had run away and scattered in all directions.

Hey, I've been losing so much blood lately that I can't even run a few steps.

However, after this incident, the maid should not dare to steal the grapes again.

**

When Qi Si 馔 (pronounced zhuàn) came out of Xiang Ming Xuan, the sky was already a little dark.

Although it was a little late to return to the Prince's Mansion, she was still very happy to have solved a major event.

If I hadn't chosen a new tea, I wouldn't have noticed the fragrance of tea wafting out if I heard the two young men on the counter say that someone was trying the tea inside.

After all, as one of the best tea shops in Beijing, the fragrance of tea is everywhere in the Xiangming Xuan, and I don't feel its fragrance after entering the orchid room for a long time.

When she noticed it, the aroma of the tea wrapped around her nose, tickling her heart, and she couldn't bear to take a look.

As the chef of the prince's mansion, Qi Si Cuisine's favorite is tea, and he has learned all kinds of tea art since he was a child, and he has also become a chef who eats first with this skill.

People who can taste tea have a particularly sensitive sense of taste, and if there is a little wrong in the food, you can tell it by tasting it lightly.

You can test the poison with a silver spoon and silver chopsticks, but you can't test whether the food is fresh enough, whether there is the wrong material or heavy material, and whether the food will clash with each other and restrain each other...... All of these need to be judged by the chef who eats the first taste.

There are two chefs in the Prince's Mansion, Qi Si is good at tea, and Mi Si is good at wine.

All have a good taste.

Qi Si Fang stood behind the man and watched him make tea, it was really boiled, not the usual brew. He poured the tea into the kettle, which had already begun to boil, covered it, and in a quarter of an hour lifted the lid, added some tea with a wooden spoon, stirred it gently, and covered it again.

When Qi Si entered the food, he only added three times of tea, and it is said that he had to add a total of seven times before he could get out of the fire.

The fourth time the people who have been incense are like being in a tea mountain, full of greenery.

Qi Si Yu took a few deep breaths and asked in surprise, "Childe, what kind of tea is this so fragrant?" ”

The man who looked like a boy smiled slightly, continued to open the kettle with boiling water, and added a little tea into it, "This tea is made of Nan'an Shiting green, young leaves in early spring, and then with water lilies, red maple, plum, four bright and twelve thunder, plus white cardamom, musk, purple incense, etc., all crushed and mixed." ”

Qi Si Fang exclaimed, "No wonder this tea has the charm of Lan Gui." ”

Tilt slightly, after the tea is boiled, the tea boy pours the tea into the white porcelain bowl, the tea leaves are slowly spread out in the bowl, the delicate is like pine needles, the color is green and white, in the color of jasper soup, the shape is like a small boat in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the fragrance lasts for a long time, there is the rhyme of Lan Gui, smells like floating in the clouds, and forgets the sorrow leisurely.

The boy made a gesture of invitation to Qi Si Food.

Qi Si took a sip carefully, although it was a familiar shop, after all, the things outside, plus she had tasted it first after many years, and she had developed the habit of taking the first sip.

The taste is sweet and mellow, and the tip of the tongue is tender and even, like a flower entwining. There is no Jiangnan green tea yin and jerky, there is a little bit of sweetness in the thick and mellow bitterness, rippling from the tip of the tongue, slowly reaching the limbs, stretching the eyebrows and eyes, and in the end, there is a honey-like sweetness.

The tea is fragrant like wine, slightly drunk. Layer upon layer of before, during, and aftertaste, you can taste all kinds of materials that the boy said. The freshness of early spring, the blazing heat of the sky, the tranquility of autumn, and the nobility of ice and snow are blended together, each irrelevant and harmonious.

Qi Si drank three bowls in a row, like a cow's drink. It was the best tea she'd ever had in her life.

After three bowls, she looked around and seemed to have become a lush forest of green bamboos, with flowing springs in the forest and orchids growing everywhere under the forest, not as if in the world.

"Childe, how do you sell this tea?"

"The sword is given to the confidant, and the pink is given to the beauty. Look at your expression, it's my bosom friend of this tea. I'll give it to you. It's just that this tea only has to be such a small can a year, and if you still have to drink it, you have to wait for next year to meet again. ”

The tea boy holds a tea pot that is not much bigger than a tea bowl.

Seeing Qi Si's suspicious expression, the boy smiled faintly, "Looking at the way you drink tea, I thought you understood it, but if you don't want to, you are a thoughtful person, and it seems that you still have to leave it to other destined people." ”

Qi Si took the jar, she had just drunk the tea, there was a problem according to her tongue, it was impossible not to taste it, such a good tea, it was a pity to refuse.

The master of tea division can show thousands of scenes in the tea soup, in contrast, although this son's tea is only better than the taste, but it is not easy to receive such a good pot of tea, no wonder he will be unhappy Qi Si Fang questioned his tea.

Seeing Qi Si Fang staring at the tea soup, the boy seemed to guess what she was thinking, and said with some shock: "It's a pity that I am not very good at dividing the tea, so I can only give you a peach blossom." ”

The small spoon in his hand gently swung in the tea soup, one, two, three or four, and twelve peach blossoms bloomed in turn in the soup.

The curling tea smoke rose, as if it was nothing, and he casually chanted: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

His tone was warm, and his voice was as light as a breeze, like a dragonfly dotting water, with a few ripples.

Qi Si Fang happily returned to the prince's mansion with the tea can, this tea will be served at the flower party, the palace maidens, the princesses and ladies of the palace, how much a surprise.