Qi Heng was taking a nap, and Xiaolu sat outside to make a fan cover for Qi Heng. Xiao Yu saw that it was an opportunity to show his goodwill, so he leaned over and said, "Sister Xiaolu's needlework is really good, can you teach me?" ”

As the saying goes, "Reach out and don't hit the smiling person", although Xiaolu still looks too lazy to pay attention to you, he still answered a few questions on Xiaoyu's needlework and thread. may see that Xiaoyu's clumsy appearance is not a threat to himself, and he has been flattering himself with a hippie smile, Xiaolu's attitude has gradually eased a lot.

In the afternoon, when Qi Heng got up and was about to go to the study, another first-class girl beside his wife, Huan Ziyao, came over with a bell of milk.

"Young master, Madame let me drink this milk and then go to the study, and carefully shouted that I was hungry." Zi Yao said to Qi Heng with a smile. "If you don't drink it, you don't drink it, I want to vomit when I smell this milk." Qi Heng grimaced, and his head shook like a rattle.

"Young master, this milk is rich in nutrients, and you can grow taller after drinking it." Xiao Yu followed and persuaded on the side. "If you don't drink it, you don't drink it, it doesn't taste good at all." Qi Heng twisted around and just didn't drink.

Zi Yao looked at Xiao Yu helplessly, Xiao Yu suddenly remembered the double skin milk that she often ate in her previous life, that thing was easy to make and delicious, and there was no fishy smell of milk, Xiao Yu usually made it himself when she was at home during the holidays, and a child like Qi Heng should also like it.

Xiao Yu looked at Qi Heng's wrinkled little face, and said to Zi Yao: "Sister Zi Yao, otherwise, you put the milk here first, and I'll see if I can find a way to get rid of the fishy smell of the milk." "Okay, then you must remember to let the young master drink it, Madame stipulates that the young master must drink a bell of milk every day, this fresh milk is not easy to come by, don't waste it." Zi Yao commanded a little uneasily.

"Okay, okay, Sister Ziyao, you believe me, I will definitely let the young master drink it." The little fish almost patted its chest to ensure it. Qi Heng muttered in a low voice on the side: "Sister Xiaoyu, you just make milk into a flower, and I won't drink it." Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, young master, the flower slave will not do it, but I guarantee that you will like it." ”。

"Then I'll wait for the writing to come back and see Sister Xiaoyu's masterpiece" Qi Heng grimaced at Xiaoyu, and Ziyao and Xiaolu accompanied him to the small study.

Xiaoyu held the milk and recalled the practice of double skin milk, "Milk, eggs, sugar... It seems like that's all. Fortunately, there is a ready-made kitchenette on Madame's side. Xiaoyu came to the small kitchen and found out the ingredients he needed one by one.

The baby fish is first poured into a saucepan and boiled, then poured into a bowl before boiling. After the milk has cooled and condensed into the milk skin, Xiao Yu took chopsticks and carefully pierced the milk skin, slowly poured out the milk in the bowl, and left a little milk to prevent the milk skin from sticking to the bottom.

Xiaoyu took the eggs again and separated the egg whites, and slowly poured the mixed egg whites into a bowl. As the egg liquid flows from the small hole in the milk skin to the bottom, the milk skin slowly floats up, and after a bowl of egg whites is poured, the small fish is put in the saucepan and steamed for more than ten minutes. After steaming, wait for the egg liquid to solidify, and a bowl of double-skin milk is ready.

In ancient times, there was no white sugar, and the small fish thought that the brown sugar was too thick and too dark to look good, so he poured a layer of honey on the double skin milk, and then thought of the small glutinous rice balls that love sweetness, and picked up two honey-stained cherries and put them on top, sprinkled with fresh osmanthus flowers, and a bowl of ancient version of the double-skin milk with added ingredients was done.

The yellowish double skin milk is lined with amber honey, the red cherries are embellished, and the dotted osmanthus flowers exude a sweet fragrance, not to mention how tempting. There is not much milk, so Xiaoyu took half of it first and made one, so as not to accidentally fail to do it, but fortunately, he remembered it correctly and succeeded in one fell swoop. Xiao Yu also made the remaining milk into double skin milk, gave one to Qi Heng, and sent the other to his wife.

It didn't take long for Zi Yan to come over and say that Madame had passed Xiaoyu over. Xiaoyu came to the main room, and the lady was wearing homely clothes, loosely holding the fallen horse's bun, and reclining on the chaise longue. When the lady saw Xiaoyu coming, she pointed to the bowl of double-skin milk and said, "What's the name of your dim sum, it's soft and slippery." ”

Xiao Yu replied: "This is what the slave maid just thought about getting it by herself, and she didn't have a name, and asked Mrs. to give her a name", Mrs. glanced at Xiao Yu in surprise: "I didn't expect you to have such a mind at a young age, this is made of cow's milk, well, it seems to be mixed with eggs", Mrs. took a small spoon and tasted it carefully.

Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled: "Since Mrs. likes it, I will teach my sisters to do it", Mrs. smiled: "Qiao Zong'er, who you finally came up with, don't tell these clumsy girls, you should write a recipe, I will let Sister-in-law Liu in the small kitchen try it first, and come to you if you don't understand something." ”

Xiao Yu replied embarrassedly after hearing this: "Mrs. Hui, the slave is illiterate." Madame was stunned for a moment, then blurted out and said: "I was negligent, I still have to know a few words, and I will need to read the accounts in the future." Hurry up and let Zi Yan teach you a few. When Xiaoyu heard this, he was overjoyed, and quickly thanked his wife for her grace, and finally he didn't have to pretend to be illiterate every day.

Mrs. said: "Since this snack is made of milk, let's call it milk cheese, you don't have milk gas, Heng'er should love to eat it." As soon as he finished speaking, a small figure ran in and rolled directly into Mrs. Wang's arms, and Xiao Lu followed behind and came in happily and said: "The dim sum just served, the little master ate it cleanly, and I want it." ”

"Sister Xiaoyu, did you make this with cow's milk today, I didn't taste it at all", Qi Heng said to Xiaoyu with round eyes: "It's a pity that it's too little, I ate it in two bites, and I haven't even tasted it yet." After saying that, he regretfully smashed his mouth.

"I knew that you little gluttonous mouth must love to eat" Mrs. hugged Qi Heng lovingly and smiled, then sighed again, and said: "Zi Yao, you take another bell of milk for Xiaoyu, and let her make another one for Miss to send, she is weak and has nothing to eat on weekdays, see if she likes this or not." Then he asked Zi Yan to pick out a pair of bronze and silver plum blossom earrings and rewarded the small fish.

Xiaoyu took the earrings, thanked Mrs. for the reward, and said, "Madam, I don't know what flavors Miss usually likes?" Mrs. waved her hand and said, "Pan'er has never liked to eat, drink those bitter medicines all day long, she may still like your sweetness, so you can do it as it is." ”

Xiao Yu thought about the appearance of Miss Qi that he saw in the morning, and estimated that this young lady may have congenital heart disease, which is not a terminal illness in modern times, but in ancient times when medical technology was not developed, it was only resigned to fate. After a few people finished speaking, Mrs. checked Qi Heng's homework, and Xiaoyu went to the small kitchen to make a cheese and send it to Miss.

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and since he made the cheese, Qi Heng has to eat for an hour every afternoon, but the eldest lady has eaten it once and then stopped mentioning it. Madame also exempted the eldest lady from getting up early every day to say goodbye, hoping that she would not fall ill because of the change in the weather.

The person who murdered Qi Heng before still had no clue, and Cui's mother asked the maids who had served before and had no clue, it was the princess who was shouting for gambling money, but the princess's family had all been sold, and no one could be found. The two second-class girls who were waiting for them fell asleep because they were very tired, and time passed, and there was no way to verify whether they were drugged at that time. Xiaoyu had to be secretly on guard.

It's Xiaoyu who learns a few words from Zi Yan every day, and no one is surprised that she will slowly know some words, anyway, her brush words are crooked, and she just learned to write.

That afternoon, Xiao Yu was still stewing milk cheese in the small kitchen, and suddenly heard a little noise outside the kitchen, she hurriedly turned her head to look outside, only to see a petite back, which looked very familiar. Xiaoyu hurriedly chased out. But he didn't see anything.

When he gave the cheese to Qi Heng, Xiao Yu was still thinking about the back he saw before. That shadow is a little familiar, who is it? She couldn't remember it for a while.

Qi Heng was practicing calligraphy in the study, and his little face was black and gray. Xiao Yu hurriedly took a handkerchief and gave it to Qi Heng to rub his face, Qi Heng took the cheese with a smile and said, "Sister Xiao Yu's cheese is really delicious, I feel more strength these days." ”

"The young master likes to eat slaves and maids every day, as long as there is fresh milk, he can make it." Xiaoyu was very happy to see that the little glutinous rice dumplings liked to eat.

Qi Heng couldn't wait to scoop a big spoonful of the cheese into his mouth, and then muttered strangely: "Why is this cheese a little bitter today?" ”

"Is it bitter? No, slaves do the same thing every day! Xiao Yu looked at Qi Heng suspiciously.

Qi Heng shook his head with a smile and said, "Xu is that I have been practicing martial arts for a long time today, and I don't have much appetite." With that, Qi Heng reluctantly took another bite.

Seeing Qi Heng's reluctant appearance, Xiao Yu said: "Young master, forget it, don't eat it if it's not delicious, and drive Ming'er's slave maid to personally take the freshest milk for the young master." When Qi Heng heard this, he stopped eating.

In the evening, Qi Heng began to vomit and diarrhea, and lay on the bed uncomfortably. Duan's mother came to take care of Qi Heng in person, and when she saw Qi Heng like this, she was so anxious that she pulled Xiaoyu aside, lowered her voice and asked, "Why is the young master like this, what did the young master eat today?" As he spoke, he sighed aside.

Xiaoyu's head was completely confused, she thought about it for a while, Qi Heng had breakfast with his wife today, obviously Qi Heng had eaten it with his wife, why was it only Qi Heng who had an accident?

She quickly recalled it, but still couldn't think of anything special. Later, Xiaolu suddenly remembered: "That's right, that crisp cheese, it's that cow's milk crisp cheese!" Right? When I ate it at that time, the young master said that today's cheese is different from usual! As she spoke, she suddenly stretched out her finger and pointed at Xiaoyu's nose and shouted, "It must be you!" There must be something wrong with that cheese! You.... You.... What the hell do you want to do! ”