When I didn't wear it in the Qing Dynasty, I couldn't distinguish garlic sprouts and leeks, and I never washed a bowl. But since I got married and became a wife, life in the palace has been lonely and bitter for a long time, and many foods that are not appetizing have to be cooked by me, and over time, I have fallen in love with washing my hands and making soup. Before the winter, I asked the two side houses in Baoxia to be converted into kitchens, and I didn't dare to burn firewood, so I only used black charcoal.

Fourteen picked a cook and a fire mama from the kitchen of Ah Ge's house to help me, but I couldn't get the freezer, that thing was troublesome, so I had to put it in a box and put it in the kitchen to make yogurt pudding and the like. Then there is the pizza cake, the problem of no oven is easy to solve, let the fire mother control the temperature of the charcoal fire. As for fermented kneading dough, it is not difficult to have the help of a cook.

Anyway, in Fourteen's opinion, I am a child running a family, good or bad, nothing more than passing the time. He doesn't bother to care what I like, as long as I don't make trouble.

But I can't help but mess with him.

As far as the half-drawer of yogurt steamed buns I gave back to him was kneaded and steamed by the chef Zhao Mo'er under my command. I ate it very well, soft and chewy, with a strong milky aroma. But the palace people are not used to eating, they don't say anything on their faces, and they say that I have strange tastes behind my back. At this time, I urgently need someone who has eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas, and is accustomed to eating milk and yogurt.

Fourteen is the obvious choice.

A few days later, he came to the West Courtyard for dinner, and I asked him, "How does the steamed bun taste when I asked someone to bring you?" "Fourteen had just practiced riding and archery, and he was covered in sweat, so he didn't go to the shower, but wiped himself with warm water and changed his clothes. He half-spread on the kang and scratched his head, not knowing what to say: "It's okay." I was intrigued and asked, "Is it particularly delicious?" ”

He said nonchalantly, "Almost." ”

What do you mean by "almost"?! Seeing that he was only concerned about tickling and his face was perfunctory, my voice suddenly rose an octave, and said, "Wash your hair." Fourteen was not happy and said, "I asked Brother Jiu to go out of the palace to do errands." I really can't understand that he can get up to read and write before the rooster crows, but he is extremely lazy about washing his hair and bathing.

I got up and told Minqiu to boil water, and said to Fourteen: "I can't delay your efforts." "It didn't take long for the warm water to be ready. In the past, I had to bring water from the kitchen, but now I have a charcoal fire in my yard, and it is easier to get hot water than before. I ordered the palace maid to move the basin shelf to the courtyard, the autumn sun was shining, and it was very warm on people. I waited for him to untie his braids and comb them well, and he was also well-behaved, and he bowed his head with his horse and his head, and let the full strands of hair soak in the basin, and let me rub them.

To be honest, it's my first time washing someone's hair.

After a meal of nonsense, I rubbed it with soapcorn sesame oil and the like, and washed it ten times!! It's the first time I've seen people with hair that can be so dirty! Said good royal relatives!

After washing, he was comfortable, and the eunuch who combed his hair rubbed him, sat on the rocking chair and hummed a little tune, which was indescribably comfortable. I was tired as a dog, and half of my body was wet, and the old wounds on my back began to ache again. He combed his braids, and when he saw me lying on the kang and couldn't move, he smiled with a twisted smile on his face: "Actually, the steamed bun you gave tasted really unusual, did you rub the milk?" How could I still have the spirit to discuss with him the issue of whether the steamed buns were put in milk or not, and waved his hand: "Don't let the ninth master wait." ”

Fourteen hummed, and went with the smell of flower oil hanging on his head.

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