"Brother Xiang? Brother Xiang? ”

"What's wrong with you?"

Gu Beichuan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Xiang Zhirou's eyes, and asked tentatively at the same time.

Xiang Zhirou woke up and hurriedly took the sauce.

During this period, due to being too flustered, the palms of the two made contact again.

A touch of redness, like a sunset, quickly climbed up Xiang Zhirou's cheeks.

"Thanks... Thank you. She lowered her head, and her voice was a little soft, as thin as a mosquito fly.

This voice...

Gu Beichuan trembled when he heard this, feeling that something was wrong.

How can this voice be so soft and sweet?

Coupled with the shy look on Xiang Zhirou Xiafei's cheeks just now, in an instant, a bold idea appeared in Gu Beichuan's mind!

This... Brother Xiang is not a woman dressed as a man? Is it a woman?

After thinking about it, I felt that it was unlikely.

It's been a month since he crossed over, and he has some understanding of the customs of the people.

Women are relatively conservative, and if they are children of poor families, they may come out and show their faces and do some female work to subsidize the family.

But if it is a rich family, it is absolutely impossible.

The courtyard of the big dry house is generally a two-entry courtyard.

The larger ones are the three-entry and four-entry courtyards.

But no matter what kind of house, a hanging flower door will be built between the inner and outer houses.

This gate is also known as the second gate of the house.

If there is no major event, the female relatives of the family are absolutely not allowed to go out of this house on weekdays, and the male servants in the family are not allowed to enter, otherwise there is a high probability that they will be whipped and their legs will be broken.

This is the so-called door does not go out, and the second door does not step out.

Before marriage, it can be called a boudoir, and everyone is beautiful.

Only in this way can the matchmaker choose a good family to marry.

Do you think it's okay after marriage?

No, after marriage, you still have to stay at home, husband and children.

In other words, Daqian women basically stay at home all their lives and rarely have the opportunity to go out.

The higher the status, the more obvious this becomes.

Why do the daughters of princes and nobles have to be accompanied by servants when they go out?

Fear of danger is one thing, but more than that, it's actually not knowing the way.

If you don't have a servant with you, you won't be able to find your way home.

And how noble is the Jingwang Mansion?

If Brother Xiang is really a female dependant of King Jing's mansion, and the woman sneaks out of the house disguised as a man, I am afraid that he will break his leg by King Jing.

Where can you still sit at the same table and eat hot pot quietly.

Besides, he and Brother Xiang are only one-sided. Even if people really dress up as men, wouldn't they ruin their reputation if they go up to expose it like this?

Thinking of this, Gu Beichuan's doubts disappeared suddenly. It's just that I have a little bit of an eye in my heart.

And Xiang Zhirou was eating meat dipped in different sauces in small bites at the moment, while the deer in her heart was bumping.

Looking up from time to time, he wanted to peek at Gu Beichuan.

found that Gu Beichuan was looking at him, so he hurriedly lowered his head, looking like a thief, and his cheeks were even more red.

King Jing found out about this scene, touched Xiang Zhirou's forehead, frowned and said:

"Isn't it uncomfortable? Do you want to go home and rest early? ”

Xiang Zhirou has a special identity, and here he is the result of the game between all parties, and there must be no mistakes.

Otherwise, even if he is King Jing, he will not be able to explain to his father.

This is also the reason why Xiang Zhirou wants to go home, and he also lets it go.

After all, this little ancestor really wants to make a fuss, and he has no choice.

It's just that before this, he repeatedly ordered that he must disguise himself well and never reveal his identity as a woman.

Otherwise, it will not only be your reputation, but also your safety!

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that this seasoning is a little spicy. Fortunately, everyone re-adjusted the non-spicy ones for me, Brother Wang, you should be careful. ”

Xiang Qingfeng was also speechless when he said this.

However, he looked at the new sauce in Xiang Zhirou's bowl, and couldn't help but admire:

"It seems that this sauce is strange and has all kinds of flavors."

"Your Highness's discernment, the way to eat hot pot is the word freedom."

"There are spicy ones at the bottom of the pot, and there are also non-spicy ones."

"There are a variety of spices that can be combined with a variety of flavors."

"This is especially true of ingredients, whatever they are, as long as they can be cooked, they can be cooked."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"It seems that what we have tasted today is only the tip of the iceberg!"

"What the hell is your brain, this kid? It's not just a matter of making such a good sake, but it can also make something as delicious as hot pot. ”

"I have a hunch that the hot pot dish is going to be famous."

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan couldn't help but nod secretly.

In fact, many dishes have their geographical restrictions, such as Buddha jumping over the wall, because of the different eating habits of people in the north and south, after being introduced from the south to the north, they still need to be improved before they can be eaten.

But hot pot doesn't!

It's so free to eat.

You can eat whatever you want, you can make your own bottom of the pot, and the seasoning has its own way.

Even in later generations, a large country with a population of 140,000, hot pot can sweep the country.

What's more, it's in Daqian?

"Huh? So what? Even if it spreads all over the country, it can't be denied that the hot pot started in our Huainan! Qin Xiuwen was a little angry now, why didn't Gu Beichuan add the word Huainan in front of the hot pot, just like Huainan roast duck.

But after thinking about it, I was relieved.

This is destined to be a famous dish that will spread throughout Daqian.

Just when everyone was praising each other, Xiang Zhirou hugged the small bowl tightly and looked at Xiang Qingfeng with a vigilant face.

If she was not mistaken, Brother Fang Caijing looked at the sauce in her bowl, and his throat stirred.

Hum!

Good for you, King Jing!

I respect you like a brother, and you are like Mr. Drunkard, who is not ashamed of the old man, and wants to rob me of food!

Seeing Xiang Zhirou like this, Xiang Qingfeng also coughed twice quite unnaturally.

Why didn't I see that this girl was so protective of food before.

"Everyone, I've eaten, it's time to comment."

However, when Xiang Qingfeng said this, everyone ignored it.

They... Still grabbing meat.

Mr. Drunkard smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the mountain of slices of meat piled up in his bowl.

At the same time, he looked at Xiang Zhirou's gaze across the table, full of vigilance.

I can't see it, this kid is so young, he actually makes a good chopstick.

Grabbed more meat than a few of his old buddies.

These ingredients, if he said that he grabbed the most. That Zhirou is definitely the second most!

"Ahem, cough, I said, everyone, it's time to comment!" King Jing accentuated his tone, and everyone stopped the dishes and chopsticks reluctantly.

"I choose hot pot."

"Undoubtedly, hot pot!"

"Hot pot, well deserved!"

"Fire... Hot pot, goodong. Mr. Drunkard said as he drank wine and ate meat.

In front of His Royal Highness King Jing, he shouldn't have been so rude.

But... Whatever, life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!

My drunkard is so arrogant and open-minded!

Of the seven people present, six of them chose hot pot.

Only Liu Wenzhou is left.