Warm water was already prepared in the compartment, and Ruoping waited for Mo Li to clean his face, wash his hands, and change into clean shirts and skirts. She combed her somewhat messy bun briefly, packed up her changed clothes, and quickly escaped from the private room.

Murong Chu took advantage of Mo Li's change of clothes, cleaned his hands and face with a warm cloth, and changed into a clean robe. When Mo Li came out of the cubicle, he was standing in front of the window and enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window.

"Come, it's the most beautiful place to see the sunset." Murong Chu turned his head and beckoned to Mo Li.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his moon-white robe, with a radiant brilliance, making him stand as tall as a bamboo. The always cold face was coated with a layer of warmth because of the warm sunshine, such Murong Chu was less cold than before, and more like an elegant jade son.

Mo Li walked over, his little hand was naturally wrapped around Murong Chu's arm, outside the window was the backyard of Quanwei Building, a sparkling small lake was covered with patches of emerald green lotus leaves, among the green leaves, a branch of lotus was slim, like a delicate girl standing with a smile, and the tender stamen was full of beads.

On one side of the lake is a bamboo forest, with verdant bamboo leaves rustling in the breeze. A small stone pass in the bamboo forest is connected with the promenade on the lake, and the octagonal pavilion in the center of the lake is integrated.

The clouds on the horizon change against the backdrop of the setting sun, from golden to lily, and from lily to half purple and half yellow. It was getting dark.

Mo Li took Murong Chu's arm and rested his head on his shoulder, time is quiet, and the years are quiet. Both of them were immersed in this beautiful mood, but an inopportune knock on the door rang out: "Master, the kitchen is ready, do you want to start cooking now?" ”

Although Murong Chu was a little annoyed by Eleven's interruption, he finally remembered that he didn't bring the little girl here to enjoy the beautiful scenery, so he answered in a low voice and pulled Mo Li to sit at the table.

Soon the shopkeeper of Quanwei Building came in with a group of guys, there was an ice basin in the private room, and then drank a sip of herbal tea that had been calmed with well water, and the summer heat was suddenly dispelled, which made Mo Li's appetite great, and he began to consciously pick up chopsticks and eat without waiting for the guys to put the dishes together.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a good mood just now when I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, or because I'm hungry, anyway, today's dishes taste much better than when I brought Ruoping to eat them that day, and it seems to be a little familiar, as if I've eaten somewhere before.

One dish after another gradually filled the entire table, but Mo Li suddenly stopped, stared at the dish that had just been served, and said in surprise: "General, the egg yolk pumpkin is the egg yolk pumpkin!" ”

Murong Chu pursed his lips and didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, white jade amber and fried lotus root boxes were also served. Looking at this familiar dish, Mo Li remembered the days when she was in Xidaying, and she tried her best to make money, just to live a rich and well-off life one day.

When the war broke out at the border pass, she wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape from the barracks, but she didn't want Murong Chu to have arranged everything for her in Laizhou County. It was precisely because of this emotion that she dispelled the idea of leaving, and rushed back to the western camp overnight before the army set out.

The past is vivid, as if a long time has passed, and it seems to have happened yesterday.

Murong Chu saw that she was stunned and didn't move her chopsticks, and took the egg yolk pumpkin into her bowl: "How about tasting it." ”

"Huh? How can Quanwei House have such a dish? Could it be that Shopkeeper Zhao sold the recipe to them? Mo Li came back to her senses and put the golden pumpkin in her mouth, "Where did they get the ingredients?" It won't all be sold by Zhao's shopkeeper, right? This guy actually sold all the recipes to the capital, and it seems that he must have made a lot of money. ”

Mo Li regretted that he didn't ask Shopkeeper Zhao for more silver at the beginning, and only thought that the money was made by Shopkeeper Zhao, but he forgot that Baixianglou was Murong Chu's property in Laizhou County.

Murong Chu was speechless, the little girl's money addiction was committed again!

"Would you like to meet the chef who makes these dishes?"

Mo Li nodded hurriedly: "See, you must see, I want to see who stole Miss Ben's craftsmanship!" ”

Murong Chu commanded at the door, and after a while, two people, an old man and a young man, entered the private room: "See the master, see Miss Mo." ”

Mo Li looked at the person who came and knotted his tongue: "Qiao...... Uncle Qiao, Brother Ershun! ”

As soon as I remembered that I saw the old man in Xidaying, the surprise came too fast, and Mo Li suddenly jumped up after a trance: "It's really you?" I'm not dreaming! ”

Thanks to Murong Chu's quick eyes, he dragged her back to her seat in time, otherwise she would have wanted to jump over and hug them.

"Miss Mo, I'm so happy to see Miss again." Old Joe, who has always been smiling, rarely has a smile on his face.

Ershun was even more full of smiles: "Ah Li, no, Miss Mo, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect ......"

"Quick, you two sit down and tell me why you came to the capital too?" Mo Li was very excited, but a certain master was not very happy, although he brought people to meet her, but the little girl was so enthusiastic about men other than him, which still made him very surprised.

This is not the former Xida Camp, and the Miss Mo in front of her is not the half-sized Mo Li at the beginning, who is qualified to sit at the same table with the master, so Lao Qiao arched his hand and said: "The person who is the master in the next place, of course, has to go back to Beijing with the master." As for Ershun, he had to vote for the master, so he also came back. ”

"Then you are now working in the palace of Bac Ninh? Is it in the big kitchen or the small kitchen? How many kitchens are there in the palace? Which kitchen makes the Shogun's meals? Or are you two in charge of the general? ”

Mo Li asked a series of questions like a cannon, and without waiting for Lao Qiao to answer, Murong Chu waved his hand: "You guys go get busy first." ”

Lao Qiao and Er Shun gave up their hands and retired, but Mo Li quit: "Hey! Don't go! We haven't talked yet! ”

Murong Chu stopped her outstretched arm: "If you have any questions, I'll answer you." ”

"They are not in the big kitchen of the palace, but in the small kitchen of my Moyuan Pavilion. Today, I specially asked Eleven to call them to Quanwei Building to cook for you. ”

"I was still wondering just now, how can the dishes of this Quanwei Building be better than before, and the taste is still a little familiar, it turns out to be Uncle Qiao's craftsmanship!"

"When did Li'er come to this Quanwei Building?" Murong Chu said while helping Mo Li pick up vegetables.

"When he Ruoping came to go shopping, he ate by the way." Mo Li savored each dish carefully, "But that time was really ordinary, it's a pity that such a good shop." ”

"Well, Quanweilou's business is indeed average. There are too many restaurants in the capital, and it is not easy to gain a foothold. Murong Chu said, "Except for the larger pavement, there is nothing special about Quanwei Building, and it is good to be able to maintain it." ”