Crown Jewels

Chapter 60 Orange Pumpkin Lantern

Seeing Gu Baozhu's relentless pursuit, Song Yanchang hissed and fixed his eyes on her, with some amusement in his tone.

"Gu Baozhu, why do you have so many questions?"

"Are you so curious about me?"

With such an aggressive tone and attitude, even the princess stopped calling.

Having said that, Song Yan saw Gu Baozhu avoiding his eyes, but explained directly.

"On the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, I think of my mother. Naturally, I want to do something for her—"

His eyes were deep, and Song Yan's tone was indifferent.

"I also hope that she will be equally happy in a faraway place."

Gu Baozhu raised her head suddenly, with apologies in her eyes.

"Song, Song Yan, sorry! I don't know."

I don't know your mother...

After listening to what he said, Gu Baozhu felt that it was a little presumptuous of her to ask the bottom line.

But when Song Yan mentioned his mother, Gu Baozhu felt a little strange.

She actually produced a kind of...

The consolation of sympathy?

Gu Baozhu murmured, "Then—"

"Then you are free to eat some fruit or mooncakes."

"I'll send someone to the small kitchen to get you some ingredients."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and felt a little hungry when he saw the exquisite mooncakes on the plate.

He picked up the block and waved towards Gu Baozhu as a gesture.

"Thank you, princess, Mr. Song's cold pot and cold stove."

"The seasoning utensils are not very complete—"

"If it's convenient for the princess, can I borrow your small kitchen directly?"

While waiting for Gu Baozhu's reply, Song Yan took a bite of the mooncake in his hand, which turned out to be a salty lard ham mooncake.

"Europe--"

"My father has never liked sweet mooncakes, so every Mid-Autumn Festival, the small kitchen will prepare sweet and salty mooncakes."

In Lin'an City, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the mooncakes eaten are mostly sweet white sugar almonds.

So Gu Baozhu noticed Song Yan's strangeness, so he explained.

The mooncakes with lard and ham are also Jinling's specialty.

Fearing that Song Yan would notice the clue, Gu Baozhu clutched her sleeve with her pale fingertips, inexplicably nervous.

Seeing that Song Yan just nodded indifferently, Gu Baozhu heaved a sigh of relief.

Bringing Song Yan into the small kitchen, Gu Baozhu was alone and bored in the room, so he simply leaned on the door frame to watch how Song Yan cooked.

In the small kitchen, the stove is suddenly stir-frying, revealing the smoke and fire of pepper, which makes people feel a real sense of reality.

After an hour, the fire stopped.

The stove is extended, the roasted duck is oily and shiny, and the duck skin is flat and not curled;

Squab pigeon meat is tender and fragrant; squirrel mandarin fish has a lifelike shape, resembling a squirrel;
The white fish is properly smoked; the shrimps are white and the dishes are elegant in shape.

Following Song Yan's movements and the dishes that were cooked, Gu Baozhu's eyes gradually brightened. Gu Baozhu's heart moved slightly, and he looked at Song Yan with bright eyes and discussed:
"Song Yan, I suddenly thought of..."

The pastries that are rich in water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, unfortunately, I can also make a few.

How about we swap half of the dishes and pastries when you're done? "

Song Yan was carving the radish in his hand, but he didn't raise his head, but he could hear interest in his tone.

"Europe--"

"The specific pastries, let the princess tell me."

Gu Baozhu pointed his fingers and answered familiarly.

"I can make Dingsheng Cake, Begonia Cake, Mint Cold Cake, and Plum Blossom Cake."

Song Yan raised his eyes and saw that Gu Baozhu's brows and eyes were more lively, and he was no longer listless. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a subtle smile spread, and he readily agreed.

"The princess's ingredients and small kitchen can be divided into half of Song Yan, but it is Song who takes advantage."

"The princess just does what she wants."

The seasoning in the small kitchen is fragrant, silently stimulating the taste buds.

After finishing all six dishes, Song Yan divided half into a food box, raised his eyebrows and asked Gu Baozhu for approval.

"Princess, can you borrow Song to stay alone for a while at the gazebo just now?"

Gu Baozhu handed the pastries to Song Yan, and nodded indifferently, the generosity should be fulfilled.

"You are—"

"Wait a minute, I'm asking someone to bring you a pot of sake."

"With these wines, vegetables and pastries, it can be regarded as a reunion dinner on the reunion night."

When Song Yan heard this, a chuckle escaped from his throat, and his brows and eyes jumped up.

Gu Baozhu placed the dishes, raised his eyes unconsciously, and saw a three-point smile on Song Yan's originally pretty face.

It's rare that the brows and eyes are not as loose and impatient as usual, and the darker eyes are less serious than usual.

It seems that he has red lips and white teeth, very youthful.

When Song Yanyuan left, Gu Baozhu looked at the remaining dishes for a while.

Finally, as if making up his mind, he placed stacks of dishes neatly on the wooden table in his bedroom.

Gu Baozhu sat on one side, opened the seats on the other two sides, and carefully arranged the dishes, chopsticks and spoons.

She poured some strong white wine into the wine cup on her left.

He poured half a glass of fruit wine into the wine cups in front of him and opposite him.

Lifting the wine cup, Gu Baozhu raised her red lips, fluttered for a while, and finally spoke after hesitating.

"Mother--"

"This table of Jiangnan cuisine is for my daughter to honor you and your father."

"Today, Baozhu can be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!"

Straight up the head and pour it down, the faint fruit lingers between the lips and teeth, and the neck is gradually dyed red.

Gu Baozhu's eyes were still bright, his emotions were already brewing, and his voice was astringent.

"Mother--"

"Baozhu, I miss you a little bit."

"During your absence, I have learned to take care of the palace and take care of my father's health."

"Now that I am alone in the Ancient Academy, I can take care of myself. Is Baozhu as capable as you?"

The heart of the daughter's family is undoubtedly revealed under the dancing candlelight.

In the wine cup on the table, clear and round teardrops fell silently, splashing a little bit of hops.

Under the candlelight of the moonlight, the girl reflected on the ground slowly shed tears on her face, silently telling her grievances and longings...

Gu Baozhu sorted out her emotions, pushed open the closed door, and looked up at the bright full moon in the sky.

I just feel that the heavy things in my heart are already much more relaxed.

One of them was a little bored, so he simply came to the pavilion where Song Yan was.

In the gazebo, the lights were dimly lit, but there was no figure of Song Yan.

Seeing closely, the dishes on the table were basically untouched, and the silver jug ​​was already empty by the seats outside.

On the opposite plate, all kinds of dishes were placed neatly with chopsticks next to each other, and even the crabapple cakes and salty mooncakes she made were not missed.

Gu Baozhu understood, where...

It was Song Yan, for the full moon night, Song Yan made food for her mother.

Just when she was about to exit the pavilion and called someone to ask Song Yan where she was going, Gu Baozhu heard Song Yan's familiar voice behind her.

"The county master—"

Gu Baozhu turned her head, and two orange sky lanterns were reflected in her eyes.

Under the moonlight in the dark night, the orange lamp emits a long and warm light, and just like that, it was held in the hands of the young man.

"Kong—a bright lamp?"

The orange-red light set off the handsome face of the young man, giving it a bit of gentle warmth, Gu Baozhu subconsciously wanted to confirm it.

"Just now, could it be that... you just went to make this Kongming lantern?"

Seeing Gu Baozhu's dull tone, Song Yan couldn't help but laugh, and his raised eyebrows had returned to his usual looseness.

Under the orange light, the young man's eyes brightened, as if he had done something that couldn't be simpler.

"The princess's bamboo is pretty good, so I asked someone to fetch paint and rice paper, and made two of them."

"I was not here just now—"

"Just go to the woods ahead, scrape some pine resin and burn it!"

"promise--"

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