Bai Luyuan's mother opened a small kitchen when she was pregnant, and the small kitchen only came to get some fresh ingredients every day.

Occasionally, if the housewife wants to eat something new, she asks them to buy it on her behalf, and they come directly with the money, or they buy it themselves and send some to the big kitchen.

As for the Evening Frost Garden, the share of the two Xiaolangjun is in it, and there is even a monthly balance.

Almost no one will come to add dishes, and occasionally Xiaolangjun will send someone to say what they want to eat, and it is not a big deal to change the dishes.

The master of the house is called a good waiter, originally the cousin girl didn't use the evening food, they did it, how could there be no food in such a big house, the big kitchen.

It's just that the subordinates are spreading that the master's mother fell into the hand of the cousin, and the cousin wants to replace it.

The subordinate is the subordinate, but not blind, what kind of person is the eldest lady, and what kind of cousin is the girl, I am afraid that the subordinate knows better than the masters.

Most of the subordinates in the house came from the northwest, and there were more or less people in the family who were in the northwest army, or had been in the army, not so much as the sons of the family, but the supporters of the Shen family.

They weren't afraid of what the cousin said about selling, and they didn't sign a deed of sale, and even if they did, no one would be a deed of death.

Lin Qian waited for her sauce beef soup cake, walked around the big kitchen, and saw that there was already some dough that had been raised.

"Decorate me with dough and sesame seeds, and bring me a jar of clear oil, and I'm going back to fry the twist flowers to eat."

One person was holding firewood, the other was cutting sauce beef, the two mothers-in-law ignored her, and the husband was Lin Qian who came and avoided the back and then went to chop wood.

Lin Qian had to shoot a few more copper coins on the board, and the board was so loud that the bottles and cans were clanging.

The mother-in-law who gathered firewood wiped her hands and put the copper coins in the jar on the cabinet next to her.

"How much dough does the girl want, is that enough?"

Lin Qian glanced at it casually, "Enough, give more clear oil, and the fried twist oil will be crispy." ”

The mother-in-law added two more spoonfuls to the small amphora tank.

Lin Qian wanted to add more, but the jars were already full, so she had to give up.

When the soup cake was ready, Lin Qian didn't pick a thorn, let the painting bamboo take it and turn around and leave.

The two mothers-in-law pouted when they met, and it seemed that everyone had the same feelings, and finally sent the person away.

When Lin Qian returned to Qinfang Pavilion, she asked Huazhu to go to the small kitchen of Shanfutang to get firewood and some charcoal.

"It's too late, we'll have to get it done quickly, and get some small pieces." Lin Qian also explained that he painted bamboo.

Although there is no fire in the small kitchen of Shanfutang, there is always a small stove in the pantry to boil water and decoction medicine, and occasionally it has to heat up a hot and sweet soup.

That's why the kitchenette is always stacked with firewood and charcoal.

Qinfang Pavilion also needs hot water to make tea, but in the past, there was no charcoal for the cousin, and the officials had charcoal. It is very common to have charcoal in the family.

Qinfang Pavilion uses firewood and charcoal on weekdays to take from Shanfutang, so Huazhu went to Shanfutang to take some firewood and charcoal, but no one took it to heart, and opened the door of the small kitchen to let Huazhu take it by himself.

Huazhu also listened to Lin Qian's explanation and took some slender ones.

Lin Qian followed the princess to Kyoto alone, and in addition to the rough mother-in-law who sprinkled and swept the girl, there were only two people in the courtyard, Huazhu and Huamei.

These two are not the Shen family, but after arriving in Kyoto, she picked the death deed from Ya Po and sold it herself, and she felt that only by selling the deed in her own hands could she be able to handle the two of them.

Huazhu went to Shanfutang to get firewood, and Huamei was assigned by her to re-knead the dough.

The dough for steamed buns in the big kitchen is not oiled, and the dough for frying twist has to be kneaded with oil.

When the flour is not kneaded with the oil, it is much more difficult to knead the oil when it is ready.

If there is less oil, it will not be kneaded, and if there is more oil, it will be slippery. If the force is small, it can't be kneaded, and if the force is large, it is not crispy.

A bowl of noodles and plum were rubbed and sweated.

When Huazhu came back from taking firewood, Lin Qian changed her mind again.

"Send the bowl to the big kitchen, come back and wait for me to wash, now that I'm full, I don't want to eat twist flowers."

One of the two girls went to the big kitchen to deliver dishes, and the other took someone to fetch hot water, and Lin Qian got into the pantry of Qinfang Pavilion.

I was quite satisfied with the firewood that Huazhu got back, all of which were thin and long.

When the two girls came back, she was already waiting in the main room to wait for her to wash.

"You've been tired all day today, so go down and sleep, and you don't need anyone to watch the night."

Lin Qian washed up and sat on the Luohan bed, holding a book of poems, and had no intention of sleeping, but let the two girls go to sleep.

The two looked at each other and did not dare to move.

"Girl, the slave will twist your hair, your hair is not dry." Hua Mei said.

Huazhu also hurriedly followed, "Girl, the slave will rub your hands again." ”

Lin Qian waved her hand impatiently, "Go, go, don't bother me." ”

The two could only cautiously exit the house, for fear that the movement would make Lin Qian unhappy.

Here, Lin Qian sat alone under the lamp, and didn't read a word of the poetry book in her hand.

The atmosphere between Shen Nanxun and Lu Fenghe over there was not very good.

"Brother Jiu really doesn't plan to take the spring exam?" Lu Fenghe asked.

Shen Nanxun nodded, "Now is not a good time." ”

In his previous life, Lu Jiulang did not participate in this issue of Chunqiu, but in the end, the Lu family did not end well.

Grandfather personally burned Heming Academy to the ground to save the lives of the Lu family's children, but the Lu family is no longer the Lu family.

Lu Fenghe was a little excited, "Then when is the right time, can you guarantee that it will be good if you wait for another three years?" ”

Lu Fenghe even suspected that Brother Jiu did not participate in the Spring Festival in his previous life, and Shen Nanxun was also a stalk from it.

Shen Nanxun comforted Lu Fenghe, "He Niang, don't be excited, you listen to me talk to you slowly." ”

"What do you say, saying that your Shen family wants to avoid suspicion? Can't make people think that your generals are colluding with civilian officials? ”

Lu Fenghe was so angry that he stood barefoot on the ground, "Now you want to avoid suspicion?" Even if my ninth brother doesn't take this Spring Festival, as long as Heming Academy is in you for a day, you can't avoid suspicion for a day. ”

Shen Nanxun hurriedly grabbed Lu Fenghe, "No, it's not to avoid suspicion, how can it be to avoid suspicion." ”

Lu Fenghe couldn't listen to it at all, and jumped to his feet in anger.

"Sit down, put your shoes on, and watch out for cold feet."

Lu Fenghe pushed Shen Nanxun away, "It's so simple to avoid suspicion, you let me go home, and the Shen and Lu families will have nothing to do with each other from now on." ”

This is stepping on Shen Nanxun's bottom line, here in Shen Nanxun, it doesn't matter if Lu Fenghe wants to copy or make trouble, if he wants to return home, it is impossible.

Shen Nanxun gritted his teeth and pressed Lu Fenghe to the Luohan bed and sat down, and half-knelt to put on her shoes before he got up and bent over, holding Lu Fenghe's shoulders with both hands.

"Lu Fenghe, you have listened to me, if you want to go home with you, you'd better not even think about it."

It was the first time Shen Nanxun spoke to her in this tone, and Lu Fenghe felt that every word was carrying a knife.

"If you want to go home, you can't ...... it"