In other words, ordinary people would have said such things, and the village women present would definitely be unable to help but make fun of them.

What excuses? It's clearly a smell!

But Leng Yuan has a handsome appearance, a long and straight figure, and a jade crown and brocade robe, which makes his temperament more and more cold and noble. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a fairy who has just fallen into the mortal world and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

It is impossible for such a person to lie.

It's even more impossible to be greedy.

Mu Ling's thoughts were similar to those of the village women present. However, she was a little nervous, because she didn't want Leng Yuan to go to the courtyard to see the three children.

After all, Leng Yuan doesn't like three babies at all.

A few days ago, Dabao was glared at by Leng Yuan with fierce eyes, and she was still shocked, and she let out strange whimpering sounds from time to time, which made her feel distressed to death.

She was so distressed that she seemed to be hallucinating.

Every time Dabao whimpered, she always faintly heard the sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groan.

She doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but since she crossed over to the Darun Dynasty, she is still full of awe of unknown things like ghosts and gods.

Mu Ling looked up at the sun above his head, and casually pinched a prevarication reason, "At this time, the three babies should still be sleeping." ”

Leng Yuan's deep eyes looked at Mu Ling, and saw that she looked calm and did not speak.

Mu Ling's words changed, "It's okay, how about tasting the braised meat I made?" ”

"Is it appropriate?" Leng Yuan looked left and right, there were people everywhere. Among them, there are many elderly people and children, is it really appropriate for him to eat alone?

"What's not right with this?" Mu Ling led Leng Yuan towards a few mouthfuls of the cauldron where the meat was marinated, and smiled with a smile: "Don't worry! I'm just asking you to help you taste it, and if you don't like it, I won't force you to eat a lot. ”

Leng Yuan's eyes were dim, and his voice was warm: "What if you like it?" ”

Mu Ling rubbed his hands excitedly, and said with crooked eyebrows: "So... I'll be sure to keep it in mind! When I have time, I'll write it down in a small notebook. ”

Leng Yuan's pupils opened slightly when he heard this, and his thin lips turned up slightly.

Mu Linghun grinned indifferently and said, "After the successful conclusion of this village banquet, I will carefully make all the dishes that Leng Ye likes to eat one by one. ”

Leng Yuan looked at Mu Ling, his eyes were burning, and the corners of his lips continued to rise.

"Then transport it to the Red Mansion Chu Pavilion in the city, oh, by the way, and the first time you asked me to send you there, Wen Taning."

"I've heard that the cost of staying in Venta is calculated by the hour, and the high cost is evident! The people who live in it must be either rich or expensive, and their families are rich. The taste is definitely more tricky than ordinary people. ”

"But whatever you like, they'll love it."

The more Mu Ling spoke, the more excited he became, and he looked at the villagers who were busy around the left and right alertly, approached Leng Yuan, and whispered with a mysterious face: "In terms of identity and status, the entire Zhangzhou." Except for King Zhang, who else can be higher than you, the son of Zhang? ”

Although Leng Yuan felt that what Mu Ling said was very reasonable, the more he listened, the more he felt panicked.

He glanced at Mu Ling, and saw that she was laughing heartlessly, and the nameless fire that rose inexplicably in her heart was extinguished, silently, without a trace.

At this time, in the five large iron pots for boiling lo-mei, except for the pot of braised pig's trotters and pig bones, which were still slowly cooking, the firewood in the stoves of the other four large iron pots was cleaned.

However, in order to make the braised pork taste better, even if the firewood is cleaned, the braised meat that has been marinated is still soaked in the fragrant sauce-colored brine.

Leng Yuan caught a glimpse of the bottomless sauce-colored marinade in the five pots, and his fair and handsome face immediately showed undisguised disgust.

However, when the gurgling brine pot is boiling, it constantly exudes a rich aroma of condiments, and the unique thick aroma of meat... He subconsciously stared at the contents of the pot, and his mouth unconsciously secreted shameful saliva.

Mu Ling led Leng Yuan to the west room of the house not far away - the aunt Zhang specially cleaned it up and brought three babies to play and eat for A-Niang Yao.

The room was clean and tidy, with a wide open window and a snow-white curtain. A waist-high wooden table sits against the wall under the window, and four chairs sit around the table.

Mu Ling motioned for Leng Yuan to take a seat.

Leng Yuan sat down on the chair facing the window to the south.

Mu Ling took out a coarse cloth apron from under the table and tied it around his waist, and smiled brightly at Leng Yuan, "Please wait a moment for Leng Ye." ”

"Hmm."

Leng Yuan's right hand was casually placed on the table, and his cold eyes followed Mu Ling's back, looking at the open door.

It wasn't until the tall and slender figure completely disappeared that he turned his head, and his eyes glanced through the finely perforated gauze curtain, intentionally or unintentionally, at Mu Ling, who was shuttling between several stoves at the moment.

During this time, Leng Yuan's index finger tapped the desktop with high frequency.

After a while, Mu Ling walked into the room with a tray in his hand.

Leng Yuan's eyes lit up, and he straightened his originally straight waist.

Mu Ling smiled brightly and said in a gentle voice, "Drink a glass of warm water first." ”

“…… Well. Leng Yuan took the glass of water and took a sip politely, instead of the expected muddy smell, he tasted a faint lemon aroma.

He couldn't help but take a good sip.

Leng Yuan didn't have much appetite in the morning, and only ate a few bites of gruel, and he was already a little hungry at the moment. After drinking half a glass of lemonade, I instantly felt even hungrier.

He really wanted to urge Mu Ling to move quickly.

In the end, he anxiously watched Mu Ling's tall and thin figure, stepped out of the room with light steps, and walked to the pot that was constantly bubbling with a thick aroma.

Mu Lingcai didn't care if Leng Yuan was hungry or not, anyway, she came at her own pace.

She casually took a food iron clip and took it out of the hot and fragrant brine, and the sauce-colored pig intestine, pork liver, and pig powder intestine were shiny... A dozen of them were clamped, and then they were cut off in one piece.

Again everything into small pieces or flakes.

Then, she turned the knife into a shovel, like a pile of gold bars and jade steps, and put more than a dozen kinds of lo-mei, blindly close to each other, in a regular circle, staggered but clearly assembled in two clean and translucent white porcelain plates, and a fist-sized plate was rotated in the middle.

Two clusters of emerald green coriander and pink grass fragrant snow orchid were taken and placed in the center of the plate.

Two quarters of an hour later, Mu Ling walked to the room where Leng Yuan was with a tray full of plates.

Leng Yuan glared at Mu Ling resentfully, he had seen such a grind, but he had never seen such a grind.

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