Wan Wan picked out the intelligence information related to the Dingbei Hou Mansion. I looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, many of the new contacts were sent to the Hou Mansion first, and then the Hou Mansion sent the Boxing Rites accordingly. Some of the people in this part of the mansion had dealings with the Dingbei Hou Mansion in the past, but they were later broken. Some have never been there.

Zhuluan said that this year, the county lord of Xianghe sent out the festival gifts in two batches. Boxing gifts can only be undertaken by a steward with a head and a face. There are so many mansions that come and go, but there are only a few stewards, and it is impossible to send them all in one day. Then these "two batches" must not be divided by the time period of gift-giving. It should have been purchased according to the situation in the house before. Later, because I received these unexpected gifts, I reset another batch to return the gifts.

Wan Wan flipped through it again, and saw that some of the old relationships also increased the thickness of the rituals.

It's not that her face is big, it's that she really can't think of any other reason for such an abnormality than to slap her in a roundabout way.

After struggling with the kung fu of two teas, Wan Wan decided: to make her own little report.

It's not that she has the consciousness to carelessly destroy herself, but she thinks that it is far better to report this kind of thing by herself than to report it to others. It is also human nature to worship high with Hong, and the official family should understand these things better than her after living at such an age. She reported it herself, and the official family might not care. However, if a different person reports to the official family, the official's senses will be completely different. The nature of this matter may be different.

This is also a kind of first-strike-first.

Wan Wan finished writing the secret music stroke by stroke, looking at the handwriting all over the page, and felt that she still wanted to write a good regular script.

Today's affairs of Tianmen were handled very refreshingly, and the secret music was presented, and Wan Wan was finally able to press the value. She trotted all the way back to Dingbei Hou's Mansion, but learned from a few girls that Fengqingcheng had just gone out to pick her up from duty.

Wan Wan was thinking about the beef that would be delivered today, and she was running fast all the way. But the speed was never so fast that he neglected his own carriage. I thought he would bring her a bag of pastries every day. didn't meet this way, and he was unsure if he turned the road to buy pastries.

The aroma of beef stew came from the small kitchen, enveloping half of Kio Zhai. Wan Wan hesitated in the courtyard for a moment and decided not to go out to look for it. When Fengqing City arrived at Tianmen, someone naturally told her about her next duty, and she might not be able to find it when she went out to look for it.

Wan Wan didn't go back to the house, but went directly to the small kitchen first.

The spatula stared at the pot three times, two were boiling the meat, and a few thick slices of meat were lying in a small frying pan. Wan Wan was stunned, no matter how you look left and right in this pot, it looks like a steak.

She wanted to eat steak, and specially instructed someone to prepare spices to find the ones that were pickled in the steak. She hadn't even told the spatula that she was going to eat this, how did the spatula know and make it well.

Recalling that in the name of the dish reported by the spatula yesterday, there seems to be a Dao Cheng's beef loin. Wan Wan realized, this should be the masterpiece of the predecessor who traveled through it.

The fragrance kept coming in, and many substances called saliva were stimulated in Wanwan's mouth. She leaned over and sniffed, picked up a plate, and aimed at a piece to fish it out and eat it.

The spatula hurriedly stopped: "Madam, this is not cooked yet." ”

Not cooked?

Wan Wan took a look, the color should be ripe. Speaking of which, it seems that tender loin steak is also delicious when it is ripe. The fragrance in the pot continued to stimulate, and Wan Wan didn't care about it, and directly copied a pair of chopsticks to pick up the piece she liked, and cut it open with a kitchen knife a few times and put it on the plate.

I picked up a piece and blew it, and put it in my mouth, and the long-lost taste made Wan Wan satisfied. It's a little hot, but it doesn't stop the delicate deliciousness.

The shovel couldn't stop her, and the work under her hands was also busy, but she still didn't give up the advice. While operating in an orderly manner, she kept persuading: "Madam, this meat can't be eaten if it's not cooked." The taste is not right, and you have to eat it to your stomach. ”

Wan Wan doesn't care, and the speed of eating meat has not decreased. After eating one piece, I fished another piece. At this time, the meat in the frying pan is cooked, and the spatula is no longer blocked, but only grabs a piece to fill the plate before Wan Wan's action, pours the juice and then hands it to Wan Wan.

Wan Wan ate two pieces in a row, and then looked at the newly loaded spatulas, and decided to leave more for Feng Qingcheng. She put down her chopsticks and walked around the kitchen. Except for the steak that just came out of the pot, there were only two pots of meat that had not been stewed and some raw beef.

The two small stew pots, the spatulas refused to be opened by Wan Wan. Wan Wan looked at her desperate look, and then looked at the two small stewpots she was protecting behind her and gave up. Sit at the square table at the entrance and wait patiently.

When Wan Wan saw the spatula cut out a plate of thin shredded beef, her heart began to stir again. It seems that there is such a dish as raw shredded beef. I haven't tried it in my previous life, and it's good to try it now.

"Shovel, can you make shredded raw beef?"

Hearing her call like this, the spatula intuitively thought that it was nothing good, and with this kind of psychological preparation, he didn't shake his hands after hearing her question clearly. The spatula steadily and quickly put the plate of shredded beef into the pot, and then replied, "No." ”

Wan Wan smiled: "You can't learn." My spatula is so good that it doesn't make it difficult to do anything. ”

The spatula quickly turned over the shredded meat in the pot, watched the shredded meat change color between the ingredients, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Wanwan: "Madam, you can't eat the meat if it's not cooked, and the raw meat can't be eaten even more." ”

Wan Wan said: "I can eat it, it's delicious." You cut the most tender piece of meat into thin strips, mix it with some fine salt and spices, and mix it up. Or break a raw egg into it, or make a large white pear shredded and put it in. ”

The attitude of the spatula was very firm, "Madam, raw meat can't be eaten in the first place, and it will be even more inedible if you put a raw egg in it." ”

Wan Wan was about to say anything more, and then saw the spatula and Amber together and said to the door: "Master Hou is well." ”

Wan Wan turned around, only to find that Feng Qingcheng was carrying a paper bag standing outside the door of the small kitchen. The look on her face was something she had never seen before. He had a dark face and a slight depression. It's not like she's just unhappy, it's a little angry, but it's not.

Wan Wan instantly threw away the matter of eating meat, and walked over and said slowly: "Who provoked Hengzhi?" ”

Feng Qingcheng lowered his head and looked at her, but the emotions in his eyes were surging, but he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was. After a while, those emotions were gone, replaced by the hazy drunkenness of Su Ri. The previous low pressure was also dispelled with the smile on his lips.

He handed over the paper bag he was carrying and said, "I bought the cloud cake for you." ”

Wan Wan took the paper bag, but her eyes never left him, "Hengzhi hasn't answered me yet." ”