Following.

Early in the morning, the people from the inner government sent the monthly cases that had been delayed for several months, and there were even a lot more, faintly flattering.

This palace has always been used by the wind to make ships.

Qu nobles are full of spring breeze.

The orange product is also smiling brightly, absolutely sincere and unadulterated.

"Congratulations to the little master, congratulations to the little master!"

She congratulated the people in Lianyue Palace.

"Get up."

Qu Guiren helped the hairpin on his sideburns, took out a piece of silver and put it into Linlang's hand along with a heavy purse, and said,

"Very good, this hairpin is for you, and you will be a second-class palace maid in the future. In addition, the emperor is coming over for dinner tonight, so you should go and prepare some good meals. ”

"Thank you, little master! The little master can rest assured that the slave and maid will do it properly. "The things that Linlang collects money are always sloppy.

"By the way, little master, can the slave let the red shirt take the handle and strive to cook a few more dishes."

Qu Guiren liked her intellectually motivated very much, and immediately agreed.

Linlang didn't pick the ingredients for the first time, but chose a small half basket of loquats.

March is the first batch of mature loquats, all round and plump at this time, and the yellow cancan looks very gratifying.

The red shirt looked strange, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that this loquat fruit can also be used in dishes?" ”

"I'll make it later, and you'll know if you taste it." Linlang blinked, and picked out some vegetable meat and tofu scattered...... I also saw that there was a fresh little yellow croaker, and I took a little bit of it.

Back in the kitchen, Linlang cleaned her hands and skillfully started the pot to burn the oil, and the red shirt had tacitly helped her add firewood to the fire.

First, boil a pot of white porridge over an open flame and add one or two slices of tangerine peel.

Yellow croaker is chopped into small pieces and marinated in sauce and wine, dried shrimp and scallops are soaked, and chicken thighs are stewed in soup. That's when she began to process the pile of loquats, peeling and pitting them, but not crushing the flesh.

Linlang is quick and divides the loquat into three parts, one filled with diced sugar lard mixed with red bean paste, topped with pine nuts, and the other filled with pre-seasoned minced meat.

The two portions are separated from each other on the steamer.

The last one was the most, and she soaked it in cold water and set it aside.

"Sister Redshirt, you help me watch the fire first, and I'll go out and get something."

"Okay."

Seeing the red shirt, he nodded in response.

Linlang didn't even take off her apron and shirt, so she rushed out.

Once raw and twice cooked.

She came to the hospital smoothly this time.

The young man in the green shirt was slowly cross-legged, leaning on a rattan chair, his slender fingertips holding a page of medical books.

When he saw her come in, his long light eyebrows raised slightly.

"Why are you again?"

"Ha, haha, what's that......" Linlang laughed awkwardly, but still said, "The slave wants to grab some medicine again......"

"You can't afford to run this hospital at your home?" Qiu Bai closed the medical book and sat up straighter, "Which palace maid is like you?" Running to the hospital every few days? ”

His voice was obviously not very high.

But it still makes people shrink their necks inexplicably.

"The slave just wants to make some dishes...... Linlang felt that it was necessary to show her identity card, otherwise the other party might think that she was going to kill which concubine.

She's a decent person.

"Cook and run to the hospital to get materials?" The boy glanced at her.

"Medicinal herbs can also be used in dishes, it is medicinal food." Linlang boldly replied.

I thought I would be criticized by this rather stylish young doctor.

But Qiu Bai just stood up, and the jade blue hairband hung down from his hair, lining the thin white neck comparable to porcelain.

"Herbs into the ......"