Steamed white flour cakes, a bowl of mushrooms and peach kernels with soup as white as milk, a plate of fragrant mutton roasted carrots, a plate of fragrant gourd chicken, a plate of braised pork with golden color, a plate of fatty chicken and sea cucumber, a plate of golden fried daylily, a plate of white raw white molasses yam, a bowl of six dishes, four meat and two vegetarian dishes, and I ate Mo Yi like a wind: "I said, when you come back, there will be good things to eat." As he spoke, he dipped the white flour steamed cake in a plate of braised pork with only the soup left, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhao Ling's eating appearance is much more elegant than him, and he is drinking soup with a small pastel bowl of gourd and brocade chicken.

Mo Yi stopped and stared at him.

Zhao Ling was a little uncomfortable by him, and said: "Although you don't care about me, you are also my boss anyway, just say what you have to say!" ”

Mo Yi smiled when he heard this, and said, "You now know that I am your boss, then I said it, you can't refuse!" ”

Zhao Ling naturally wouldn't fall for him, and said slowly: "I'll listen to what you say." ”

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Mo Yi's eyes, and he paused for a while before he whispered, "I want the Lu family to come over and follow the student girl in your house." ”

Zhao Ling was surprised.

Mo Yi's expression was a little embarrassed, and he said: "Tomorrow September, my grandmother's birthday, my mother asked me to bring the Lu family back, ......" When the words came out, his demeanor became more natural, "You also know that there are many rules in our family, and the Lu family grows in the border wilderness, where do you know this." I think about it, and the whole Zhangye can be instructed by your family. He said, "Hey," "How's it going?" This is the first time I've begged you! The voice was a little tense. First, I am not used to asking for help. Second, facing Zhao Ling, he vaguely felt that the pedigree of the son of the family might not be useful. I was a little nervous.

Zhao Ling frowned slightly: "This matter has to be discussed with Miss Fu." ”

Mo Yi laughed when he heard this, and his whole person relaxed: "Then this matter is settled!" ”

Who's business is not up to the man.

Since Zhao Ling agreed, this matter was done.

"Come, I'll salute you." He raised his glass with a smile on his face.

In the kitchen, Fu Tingyun packed the baked meatloaf in a willow basket and put it on the windowsill outside - when it was cold, wrapped it in a wrapper, and asked Zhao Ling to bring it to Yang Yucheng and Jin Yuanbao.

The small-eared god Asen ran over: "Girl, girl, General Mo said." Let you teach him the rules of his concubine. Then Mo Yi's words were learned to Fu Tingyun.

Fu Tingyun grew up in a big family, and everyone swept the snow in front of the door. Resting with other people's tiles is the most basic principle of doing things. That Lu family really told Mrs. Qi that it was right, according to this view, at most it was an outer room, not even a concubine. Let her teach her the norms, when she meets Mo Yi's wife, how should she face it?

But there are still many places to think of Zhao Ling's begging for Mo Yi. She had no choice but to sigh: "Go and tell the ninth master." Let him answer. ”

Where did Ah Sen know the twists and turns in this, he only knew that Fu Tingyun agreed to help Mo Yi for the sake of the ninth master, and happily went to the hall.

Nevertheless. Zhao Ling still didn't agree to Mo Yi.

"We can't even take care of the affairs of his house." When he left, he said to Fu Tingyun, "You just have to close the courtyard door, if he tosses, there will be Yingchuan Hou!" Presumably, Master Hou didn't want Mo Yi to have a relationship with his family for this matter. ”

Fu Tingyun nodded.

Zhao Ling whispered to her: "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to come back before the Lantern Festival, on the day of the Lantern Festival, there is a social fire here in Zhangye, which is very different from other places, so it is better to let Zheng San and his wife accompany you out for a walk." Don't be bored at home all the time. ”

Now everyone is rumoring that she is affectionate and righteous, and would rather follow her fiancé to this place to endure hardships than stay with relatives in Kyoto to enjoy happiness...... Although she looks flamboyant, it doesn't mean that she likes flamboyance. Where Zhangye's palm is big, she lives in the back street, and those people come and go. She is bored at home, and someone often asks Mrs. Qi what she looks like, and if she goes out and walks around, she is afraid that she will have a group of pointing people behind her.

She wasn't really her fiancé...... How can this paper hold the fire!

As the saying goes, if you say too much, you will lose it. It's the same with being a human being, walking around, the more people you know, and the easier it is to be recognized. When the time comes, she will wear her head, and she is afraid that she will not be able to wash it if she jumps into the Yellow River.

It's better to stay at home and go out less.

It's just that this is not good to say in front of Zhao Ling, "um", Fu Tingjun asked about his ancestor worship in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Zhao Ling was stunned for a long time, and wrote "First Examination Zhao Gong Jiyun" and "Xianyan Meng Ruren" and handed it to Fu Tingyun: "I haven't worshiped my parents properly for several years. Tears were already glistening in his eyes.

Looking at Zhao Ling, who was so sad and weak, Fu Tingyun only had reluctance, only pity, and only distress in his heart, and his previous anger and dissatisfaction suddenly seemed a little ridiculous. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze caressing the leaves: "The ninth master will put it away, I will prepare the sacrifice well." ”

If you don't believe it, how can you leave the matter of sacrificing your parents to her.

Zhao Ling smiled at her, but there was an indelible sadness in his smile.

Fu Tingyun clenched his fists tightly, and only then did he restrain his desire to reach out and touch his forehead.

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After Zhao Ling left, Fu Tingyun steamed steamed buns and steamed rice cakes, and because the shop was closed, the three animal sacrifices could no longer be bought, and some pigs, cattle and sheep were used to replace them with flour. In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the whole chicken, duck and fish meat are also very rich.

After worshipping the ancestors, regardless of the master and servant, they had a New Year's dinner together, and firecrackers were set off when they were young, and everyone kept the New Year with a smile.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zheng San was ordered by Fu Tingyun to take Zhao Ling's post and throw it into the basket outside the door of the adults' mansion.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Lantern Festival, Zheng San took Ah Sen and Linchun to the street to watch the social fire, and Fu Tingyun and Zheng Sanniang did needlework at home.

Spring has already begun, and after a few days, there will be no chill on the face when the wind blows, and Zhao Ling should change his spring shirt.

Her father was an official of Zhengliupin, and he didn't have enough money to buy his favorite Song carving. What's more, it's Zhao Ling.

There are more chaidomi, not as many days as there are. You still have to think of saving some flowers.

Early the next morning. Someone came to knock on the door: "Miss Fu, Miss Fu!" ”

The voice was a little familiar, but Fu Tingyun couldn't remember who it was.

Zheng San went and opened the door.

It was Lu's personal maid Xuemei who came in, and she was accompanied by two rough mothers-in-law, one holding a box in her hand, and the other holding five or six golden rulers all over the place.

"Miss Fu is not at home?" She blessed Zheng Sanfu with a smile, "Our aunt's wife came to visit Miss Fu. ”

Zheng San looked up and saw Lu standing outside the door reservedly.

He hurriedly confessed his guilt and called Zheng Sanniang to Tongyu.

Fu Tingyun faintly understood why in his heart, and thought of Zhao Ling. She hesitated for a moment and asked Zheng Sanniang to invite Lu Shi in.

Lu was only seventeen or eighteen years old. The figure is delicate and beautiful, although she was born in the northwest, she has the grace of a woman in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

"When the girl didn't move here, I often heard the general talk about the girl," she said very modestly, "I should have come here often a long time ago, but then I heard that the girl was guarding her filial piety, and I was afraid of disturbing the girl." There are fewer of them. The other day, the general mentioned the girl again. said that the girl has good cooking skills, especially the mushrooms and peach kernels are double crispy, and the belly is snow-white. The duck gizzard is crispy and tender, crisp and delicious, and it is very authentic and full of praise. In the past few days, the general has been busy with official business, and I have no appetite for anything, so I feel sad when I look at it, so I have to be cheeky and ask the girl how to make this dish. Please also ask the girl not to dislike me for being clumsy and teach me. ”

didn't mention any rules, just said that he wanted to learn to cook with her, tactful and proper, and he was a smart person at first glance.

I must have discussed it with Mo Yi a long time ago.

Fu Tingyun responded with a smile, and the two talked and laughed, and made an appointment for cooking.

Since then, Lu has been coming every day. or to learn to cook, or to take a needle and thread to let Fu Tingyun see, or to make a painting, write a poem for Fu Tingyun to point, and see that she was busy making spring shirts for Zhao Ling, Yang Yucheng and others, and brought a few maids around her over and asked them to help Zheng Sanniang do needlework.

The needlework of those maids is very good, but Fu Tingyun still feels that she is more at ease to do it herself, Zhao Ling's clothes, shoes and socks are still made by her, and a few maids help Yang Yucheng and others do needlework.

This matter was seen by Mrs. Qi.

She looked at the chimney of Fu Tingyun's house, and deliberately picked a Lu family to visit when she was learning to cook with Fu Tingyun, and then entered the kitchen in shock.

"I really didn't expect that Miss Fu's craftsmanship on the stove is also so good, look at this camel's hoof soup, delicate and smooth, crispy and delicious," she picked up the spoon and scooped it into her mouth, "It's delicious, it's delicious!" He deliberately asked Fu Tingyun, "The girl is from Liangping County, right?" How can you cook our Zhangye dishes? He turned a blind eye to Lu Shi, who was standing aside with his sleeves rolled.

Fu Tingyun had a headache and said with a smile: "Once the Ninth Master called the banquet of Qinxi Building, there happened to be this one, I saw that the Ninth Master liked it, so I paid some attention." ”

"Miss Fu is really Lan Xinhui!" She said a lot, and then took her leave as abruptly as she had come.

Fu Tingyun couldn't figure it out.

Lu's face was ugly, and he smiled at her reluctantly, and took his leave under the pretext that he was not feeling well.

I don't know what grievances these two have?

Fu Tingyun didn't want to be fooled, so he sent Zheng San out to inquire.

Mrs. Qi didn't inquire about the matter of the Lu family, but heard that the people on this side of the back street were spreading that Fu Tingyun was good at cooking, that is, Lu Shi, and also lowered his head to ask Fu Tingyun for advice.

This news must have been spread by Mrs. Qi.

She had no intention of treating others as stepping stones, and she couldn't help but be secretly upset.

Zhuang Langwei sent Zhao Ling's letter.

Fu Tingyun only then knew that Zhao Ling accompanied Lu Cheng to Zhenfanwei a few years ago, encountered a heavy snowstorm, delayed the return trip, and returned to Zhuang Langwei, Lu Cheng was in a hurry to send the New Year to Yingchuan Hou, and he didn't receive her letter at all.

"Really!" Fu Tingyun blushed and muttered quietly, after looking for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable box to put the seal, so he specially instructed Zheng San to go to the street, bought a box carved with red lacquer and entwined branches, and came back, carefully put the letter in, and hid it in the kang cabinet at the head of the bed.

At night, a person quietly replied to Zhao Ling in the dim light.

I only asked about some daily necessities, and I didn't mention anything else.

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Sisters, brothers, it's the end of the month, ask for pink ticket support!

O(∩_∩)O~(To be continued.) )

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