After being dressed as cannon fodder, I feed tyrants by cooking skills

Chapter 70 Ah Yan's Family Rules

Jiang Yu's hanging heart was relieved, and she had a good night's sleep.

The next day, when Qi Yan opened the door and walked out, the whole yard was very quiet, and he was the only one left.Coarse salt and soaked willow branches have been placed on the stove.

That's it?It's really shabby.I'm afraid that even the lowest servants in the palace would not use this kind of thing.

Every time he went up to wash, the serving eunuch came in with a copper basin, boiled the collected dew, poured it into a cup of Longjing tea to keep warm, brought in a soft brush with a bamboo handle, and placed it in the outer hall.

Qi Yan doesn't like being served by others close to him, and he takes care of things like dressing and bathing by himself.

The taste in his mouth fluttered wildly, making him very upset.A willow branch that was split in half was rubbed under his fingers, and the small wooden thorns stuck on his fingertips, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.Forget it, let's just settle for a while.

He inserted it into the jar of coarse salt and put it into his mouth with disgust on his face. The rough grains bit his tongue, and the unexpected taste buds exploded.In a trance, he mistakenly thought that there was a problem with his sense of taste.

Before he could think about it, he spit out the foreign object in his mouth, as if his nerves were paralyzed, he couldn't speak, and cracks appeared on his expressionless face for the first time, as if the earth was cracked, devastated by long drought.

Mouthwash spewed out with a puff, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, regardless of his manner.

Terrific.That crazy woman dared to frame him!
Jiang Yelou was lying in the den full of joy, playing with his little paws, when the water droplets from the sky fell on his hair, he suddenly raised his forelegs and looked up at the sky: Is it raining? ? ?
He ran to the center of the yard with two whimpers and excitedly circled around Qi Yan, as if he couldn't wait to share with his friends when he saw something good, half kneeling on the ground, sticking out his pink tongue and wagging his tail.

Aww, it's raining, shall we go play in the water together?
Gouya bit Qi Yan's trousers, trying to pull him out.Suddenly feeling the pain on the dog's buttocks, looking at the man with the expression of wanting to kill the dog, he ran back to the kennel trembling.

If you don't go, just say it, as for it.

The coarse salt jar fell on the stove and Qi Yan didn't bother to lift it up, let alone the flakes that spilled outside.The life in the stove pit was dead, and a few wisps of heat came out from the lid of the pot.

Before Jiang Yu left, she warmed up a good meal for him, five meat buns and a bowl of white rice porridge.

Qi Yan's appetite has always been a mystery. If he meets something he likes, his stomach will be a bottomless pit. Even if he eats food in his stomach, he will not stop; if he hates it, he will not take another bite.

Very difficult to serve.

After getting along for so long, Jiang Yu has already grasped his preferences.His taste is heavy, he likes meat, and he doesn't like sweet and sour.

Considering his special situation, he can't act according to his temperament, and the big fish and meat have to be put on hold for the time being, and it's good to eat some light food.Although it is a meat bun, it is actually a pile of minced cabbage mixed with a small piece of meat.If it doesn't have any meaty smell, there is a high probability that he won't eat it.

The buns are no longer hot, and the temperature is just right when you hold them in your hand.Qi Yan took a small bite, and squeezed the soup inside with his hands, and the soup was about to gush out, and the glistening oily flowers floated on it, mixed with the salty aroma of the minced meat.

After a few mouthfuls, one went into the stomach.He reached for the second one.

It's okay, it can still be eaten, this is Qi Yan's evaluation of Baozi.If compared with the royal chef in the palace, it is still a little worse.After all, Yu Chu didn't dare not be reluctant to use ingredients, unlike that woman, picking and searching, for fear of how much he could eat.

A mouthful of stuffing got stuck in his throat, wait, how could he compare Jiang Yu with Yu Chu?It's ridiculous, who is the imperial cook?It is hard to find one folk among thousands of people.The food made by such a rough peasant girl can only fill her stomach, and she probably has never heard of the good things in the palace.

There are five bureaus in the Dalu Palace, a collection of food, clothing and sleeping.Among them, the Shangshi Bureau is the leader, food is the most important thing for the people, from the master to the slave in the palace, they all have to open their mouths to eat.A distinguished master can also set up a small kitchen in his bedroom.

It's just that there is no one in the huge harem, and the serious master Zuo is the emperor Qi Yan.On the contrary, there is also a concubine, who was honest and responsible during the reign of the first emperor, and did not fight or grab, and had no children by her side.

Qi Yan was vicious, and all those who gave birth to heirs during the rectification of the late emperor's harem were given white silk to be buried in the imperial tomb, and those with low status were sent to the mountains to become nuns.But this one, stuck in the same position, perhaps in order to appreciate the kindness of a meal when he was in trouble, Qi Yan allowed him to stay in the palace.

Moved to a remote small palace, lived in seclusion, ate fast and recited Buddha's name every day.For Qi Yan, her existence is nothing more than raising an idler, and she will be buried when she swallows her last breath.

There are female officials in the five bureaus, and the aunt who is in charge of the overall situation is just a junior official of the seventh rank, and the officials under her are even lower.The dignitaries in Beijing even desperately wanted to send their unmarried daughters to the bureau. They didn't care about the rank, but mainly because they could learn the rules and gain insight in the palace.

If you spend a year or two and get a layer of gold, you will not have to worry about marriage, and the people who want to marry will almost step through the threshold.

If you are lucky, you can still meet some prince or heir. Once you get married and become a royal wife, this is the charm of the five bureaus.

Therefore, every time there is a gathering of noble ladies in the capital, the first few words that the mistresses of each family gather at the meeting are to ask: "Has your daughter ever been a female official in the palace?"

The three buns were eaten, and the stomach was filled.Put the remaining two back into the pot. As for the bowl of white rice porridge, it was left intact.

Now it is proved that people cannot eat too much.

Get sleepy when you're full.He yawned lazily and wanted to go back to the house for a while.

There seemed to be something glued to the door frame of the Westinghouse. He hadn't noticed it when he came out, but now he looked at the corner of the paper and it was faintly yellow.It's been a while.

what is it then?Qi Yan walked a few more steps, focused his eyes on the paper, and wrote "A Yan's family rules" at the beginning.

The anger that was finally extinguished came back again, really, he was so angry that his nose was on fire!OK, really OK!

In this world, such a bold person dares to set rules for him!Except for his mother, Empress Bai, the last person who set the rules for him had already been beheaded from the dragon chair by him.

The world is his, and what he says is the rule.Qi Yan was so angry that veins appeared on the back of his hand and he tore off the note. The piece in the upper left corner was torn into pieces, and the two words fell to the ground and disappeared before his eyes.

A few pieces of dirt fell from the wall.Putting the palms together, the note immediately crumpled into a ball, looking at the candlestick on the kang table, the match in his hand sparked a flame.

Such humiliating evidence should be burned, leaving no trace of black ash.

A gust of wind blew past and extinguished the candle, and then carefully removed the folds of the paper and stuck it back as it was.

Forget it, just bear with it.

　Small Theater: If Xiugou Can Talk ①:
　　Jiang Yelou: Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
　　
　
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