didn't dip it in the seasoning, the old hermit himself ate the whole chicken called Hua Chicken with only bones, and others could only eat some of the lo-mei, looking at the fragrance of what he ate, although he didn't eat it in his mouth, everyone also thought that this chicken wrapped in mud was delicious, so they looked at Ling Xiaorou with their eyes. Please search (product # book...... Net) to see the most complete! The fastest update

Ling Xiaorou was helpless, and stabbed He Louyuan's waist, He Louyuan understood, disappeared for half an hour after eating, and when he came back, he had several pheasants on his waist, Ling Xiaorou planned to simmer them with seasonings after going back, and then make a few flower chickens to eat.

The good times on the mountain passed quickly, and when the sun was about to set on the mountain, I stayed in a newly built house at night.

Ling Xiaorou asked people to remove the feathers and internal organs of the pheasant, and then simmer it with the ingredients herself, and tomorrow you can use the mud to make a more delicious flower chicken.

In the middle of the night, I listened to the old hermit singing in the courtyard, and the tone made He Louyuan want to go out and kick people, and if he didn't sleep at night, what kind of stimulant did he take?

But after listening to the words carefully, He Louyuan smiled and narrowed his eyes again, is this a blessing for him and the princess?

Ling Xiaorou listened attentively, and finally sighed faintly in her heart: Sure enough, the old man is not simple, but I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together, who knows who the old man is thinking of? Or do you want to hint at her?

I got up early, a cook made breakfast, and after eating, Ling Xiaorou asked people to mix the mud with cold water and wine, and got some mushrooms and shallots and cut them into the chicken's belly. Wrap the chicken in lotus leaves and mud and stuff it into the stove to roast.

Seeing that the old hermit had been walking around in front of the kitchen door, Ling Xiaorou smiled and said, "Sir, what else do you want to eat?" I've done it all for you. ”

The old hermit didn't go around, standing in front of the kitchen door thinking very seriously, chattering a lot, the kitchen girls who listened covered their mouths and laughed, and said bluntly: "Mr. is really a big foodie, I have never heard of these many things." ”

The word foodie is still said by the princess, and it has long become a commonly used word in the palace, after all, the three meals of the subordinates in the palace are exquisite, and it is really a cradle for cultivating foodies.

The cook next to her also laughed, "That's it, like duck blood vermicelli and spicy fragrant pot, I can still understand it, what is that donkey rolling?" Can you eat it? ”

Ling Xiaorou also forced out a few smiles, but if she didn't grit her teeth so much when she looked at the old hermit, it would be more natural.

The old hermit laughed when he heard it, but when he looked at Ling Xiaorou, he was a little weak-hearted.

After the flower chicken was done, one person held one and ate it, and the old hermit praised while eating: "The princess's cooking skills are really amazing, my old man has lived for such a long time, and it is the first time to eat so delicious, when the family teacher talked about it, he ...... when he talked about it."

As if realizing that he had missed something, the old hermit hurriedly stopped his mouth, seeing that Ling Xiaorou only lowered her head to break the chicken, and then distributed it to a few children, and then talked and laughed with the children, and didn't seem to notice what he said, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, his husband said a lot of delicious food that was said to be delicious, but he would never eat it, and he always remembered it in his heart, and he remembered that his husband once said that if you meet someone who can make these delicacies, then don't think about anything, just hold your thighs tightly.

Unexpectedly, one day he would be able to eat the food that Mr. had been thinking about all his life, and he couldn't eat the food in his mouth when he was dying, how could he forget Mr.'s dying words of hugging his thighs?

can see King Ning Yuan's love for the princess, not to mention that he went to hug his thighs, he was warned by King Ning Yuan with his eyes when he looked at it more, otherwise he would not have endured the name of 'his master', and only dared to call the princess.

The old hermit was crying in his heart, how could he not be fifty or sixty years younger? Otherwise, with his youthful demeanor, he could still make Ling Xiaorou cheaper He Louyuan?

For dinner, Ling Xiaorou made a spicy fragrant pot, duck blood vermicelli soup, and made a few dough with donkey meat, which was named Donkey Rolling.

Because the children are young, they can't eat too spicy, so Ling Xiaorou made some milky corn tortillas, and then served them with shrimp and cabbage buns, and a bowl of porridge, which is beautiful, delicious and nutritious.

The spicy fragrant pot and duck blood vermicelli soup have been praised by everyone, including the prince, and the children looked greedy, and only tasted two bites, and they were immediately spicy and stuck out their tongues.

The old hermit eats the delicacies that he has missed for most of his life, including the donkey meat stuffed 'donkey rolling', which is called a satisfaction.

After eating, he saw that the princess's original caution about him was gone, and when he looked at him, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and the old hermit didn't know what he had done wrong, and he couldn't help but feel weak every time he looked at Ling Xiaorou.

Ling Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, these delicacies that the old hermit said before, Ling Xiaorou had never done them here, even if someone really made something similar, the name might not be the same thing.

Before, Ling Xiaorou was a little more careful about the temptation of the old hermit when he was also a traverser, and he didn't understand his intentions, but now he saw that he only knew the names of those delicacies, and he didn't even know what a donkey rolled was, so he naturally understood that he didn't know much in fact, and it couldn't be a traverser at all.

Maybe it's just that I happen to know such a person who travels through it, generally speaking, as long as he has a little brain, how can he know that he is a person who has crossed over?

As long as he is not, she has nothing to be afraid of, he can test her, of course she can also test him, after the temptation, Ling Xiaorou is finally relieved, in the future, he will say what he wants to eat, if he is in a good mood, he will make it for him to eat, and if he is in a bad mood, he will not do it, as for whether it is something or not, no one knows anyway, what happened to her doing it blindly?

After living here for three days, the old lady wanted her grandson, Ling Xiaorou took the children back to Weicheng Mansion, it was hot, the construction of Weicheng Mansion began again, and the prince's affairs were also busy, Ling Xiaorou couldn't run here all day, in addition to arranging two cooks to wait here, she also transferred a few maids to wait for Mingcheng.

Of course, in view of the obscene nature of the old hermit, the maids transferred by Ling Xiaorou are all well-known ugly maids in the palace, including Ruoyu, these maids, the old hermit can't help but shake his head every time he sees it, and says Okay, red sleeves add fragrance?

Fortunately, Mingcheng still likes Ruoyu, a maid with brains, it is said that this is not the same as other maids in the house, except for waiting for a few days at the princess's side from time to time, most of the time he sets up a stall on the street outside the mansion, and he can earn a lot of money every day, his brain is flexible, and his mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, don't look at people who look ugly, it is said that there are many suitors, but unfortunately people don't look down on the girl Ruoyu, and he is only over twenty years old and has not married.

But as long as you know the truth, you know that it's not that Sister Ruoyu can't get married, it's that Sister Ruoyu has a high vision, and Sister Ruoyu's goal in life is not to get married and have children, but to become a generation of big businessmen, and to achieve a great career as a man.

Therefore, for Ruoyu, Mingcheng is reverent, no matter how ugly the person looks or how low the background is, but such a woman has ambitions, as long as she is capable and determined, Mingcheng feels that she is worthy of respect.

As for saying that whenever he saw Ruoyu, Mr.'s constipation-like expression, Mingcheng pretended not to see it, he still disliked Sister Ruoyu, and he didn't ask Sister Ruoyu if she disliked him.

Ruoyu has not learned much in the palace over the years, except for the manners of the beauties, she can't learn anything else, the work of the cook has been learned, and the Zou Pozi who makes wine has also learned seventy-seven eighty-eight, and the work in the lo-mei workshop has also been done decently, and even pestered the mother-in-law who knows words in the house to learn to read and manage accounts, which is the appearance that has been criticized, using the makeup skills she learned from Ling Xiaorou, after her own pondering, she can also dress up bright and moving.

It's a pity that Sister Ruoyu is not easy to dress up, most of the time she is plain-faced, ugly is ugly, she never felt that she should have no face to see people because she looked ugly, but saved a lot of trouble because of this face.

If the fish cooks a tonic soup suitable for Mingcheng every day and sends it over, it is the day when Ling Xiaorou has no time to come, the child also eats well and sleeps soundly, his brain is more intelligent, and he reads and reads very quickly, even if he is picky like an old hermit, he has no choice for this.

As for the old hermit, he wanted to eat this delicacy and that delicacy if he was fine, after Ruoyu returned to Ling Xiaorou, Ling Xiaorou only said: "Do what you can do, and do whatever you can't do, anyway, he can't eat it well." ”

After that, a lot of strange things appeared on the old hermit's table, such as drunkard peanuts boiled with wine and star anise salt, and red oil dumplings filled with red oil...... The old hermit frowned.

These are the delicious foods in the mouth of the gentleman back then, and they are not good, or is it that only the princess does it well, and others only learn to make the essence of the fur?

I have been looking forward to it, the princess is not here yet, there is a lot of things in the house, and now Mingcheng is also used to studying with Mr. here, and when he goes back every ten days, Ling Xiaorou is too lazy to look at the obscene old man.

Only occasionally accompanied by He Louyuan to take a look at Mingcheng, he also came and went in a hurry, brought some food and put it down, the old hermit asked what to eat, turned his head Ling Xiaorou and told Ruoyu or the cook, and turned his head The things that the cook had never heard of were brought up by Ruoyu.

After eating Ruoyu a few times, the old hermit also learned to be obedient, and there were no more special requirements, anyway, the cooks were taught by the princess, and the cooking skills had nothing to say, so why did he bother to find himself uncomfortable, so he had to eat the dark dishes made by Ruoyu?

That's right, what you cook is the dark dish that my husband once said, and although you won't die if you eat it, the taste is really not flattering.

In fact, as long as he doesn't make special requests, the food made by Ruoyu is also delicious, and he can only be blamed for thinking too much. But Mr. once said that there were too many delicacies, and he was afraid that he would not remember it and still write it down in a notebook, so he only hoped to meet someone who could make it.

finally met a princess of Ningyuan, who was able to make a lot of the food mentioned by Mr. Ningyuan, but people obviously didn't have time to take care of him, which made the old hermit extremely melancholy.