Chapter 212: Reasons for Entering Beijing

Stunned and Gu Yu looked at each other and smiled, and nodded at the same time.

Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and smiled knowingly. Sure enough, the young master's choice will never be wrong!

Their young master's wife, if she is not extraordinary, how can she enter the eyes of the young master.

Over the years, the young master doesn't know how many celebrities and ladies he has refused, and he doesn't even ignore the first talented woman and beauty in the capital, and he doesn't allow women to get close.

And the man who did good deeds spread gossip, saying that the young master had something unspeakable.

Hum! She doesn't feel anything good about those beautiful ladies who live at home all day long, but this lady is very alive and knows how to advance and retreat.

Jing Tian and Chen Liang discussed for about an hour, and the two of them sorted out the existing situation and the information they had already mastered.

Since those people stopped him from returning to Beijing, they must find a way to appear in the capital safely.

After all, Liang Chenxiao was once the prince of Dingyuan, even if he was demoted to a concubine, if the emperor didn't kill him, others wouldn't dare to kill him.

At least, don't dare to chase and kill as blatantly as now.

It's just now, it's not yet time.

They also need more clues, and a safer way to get to the capital.

For example, do business in the capital.

However, in this matter, they can't rely on the power of Lian Ji, otherwise they may be implicated.

They have to figure it out for themselves, and they have to have a logical reason.

"I'm sorry, because I'm afraid you'll have to follow in the future." Although he promised Jing Tian to face it together, Chen Liang still felt very sorry.

"Actually, I want to go to the capital and have another matter, I want to find my father."

"I heard that my father-in-law ......" Chen Liang was a little puzzled.

"No, there is no definite news that my father is dead," Jing Tian said: "My father went to be a soldier, and there has been no news from him, and the people who went with him said that he was sent to garrison the suburbs of Beijing." Perhaps, he is still near the capital, but something just happened. ”

"So, I want to go find him. And that's why we can say it to the outside world. ”

"Good! I will order you to go down today, and let the people in the capital pay attention to the investigation. Chen Liang said.

Jing Tian originally wanted to refuse, but he had too many things to do now, and she didn't want to distract him.

But after thinking about it, she still smiled and accepted Chen Liang's help.

It's okay that they face everything together and solve it together.

The affairs of the capital still have to be planned and advanced slowly, and the current life still has to be lived well.

Before the alkali stone was found, Jing Tian began to deal with the salt brine first.

In her previous life, the habits of making tofu in various provinces of China were different, so she preferred to eat tofu with brine.

I always feel that there is a special fragrance.

Jing Tian pulled Chen Liang to the kitchen and said with a smile: "You come to help me, let's make a good thing, and let them taste it when they invite them to dinner in the evening." ”

When I heard that the salt brine was found in the morning, Jing Tian had already soaked a small bucket of soybeans, and now it has been more than an hour, and it is just right to use.

When making tofu, soak the soybeans for too long.

Generally, it takes two to two and a half hours in winter, and one to one and a half hours in summer.

If you soak for too long, you will lose the pulp and you will not be able to make tofu.

Jing Tian was refining the brine on the side, and Chen Liang was refining the soaked soybeans by about six times the weight of the water on the side.

The ground soybean milk contains okara, and the okara should be filtered out with a suitable clean cotton cloth.

After Chen Liang strained the soy milk and poured it into a large pot, he began to boil it over high heat.

He never asked Jing Tian what he wanted to do, he just followed her request and completed it step by step.

Jing Tian stared earnestly at the soy milk in the cauldron, scooping out the foam on the noodles with a long-handled wooden spoon from time to time.

She is actually still a little nervous, and she doesn't know if she has done it well, whether it works?