What favor are you fighting for?The empress's harem has won a lot of business

Chapter 23 Do You Miss Your Mother?

Lin Xi dreamed that Xie Chenyu had intentionally released water on that farm and asked her to report it to the queen.

Could it be that the queen has made a move?
"What happened?" Lin Ximeng asked.

Xie Chenyu put down his teacup, took off his boots, leaned on the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest, with a look of disdain on the corners of his lips.

"What can happen?"

"The queen mother secretly asked people to take back the farm, and the hall must cooperate well to clear out those annoying farm households."

Royal farms, like nobles in aristocratic families, need to find tenants to plant them, and earn money by collecting rent every year.

Generally, the tenants are fixed, and some tenants even make a living in the same farm for three generations.

It is extremely inhumane to drive out tenants without reason.

At worst, the family had no harvest for a year, and at worst, they could no longer make a living and could only starve to death.

"Your Highness drove away those tenants, how will they live in the future?"

Lin Ximeng opened her mouth subconsciously, and regretted it after asking, her life is still in a mess, so what qualifications do she have to sympathize with others?
Sure enough, Xie Chenyu was impatient.

"What does this have to do with this hall?"

Lin Ximeng raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on Xie Chenyu's thin fingers with frostbite.

"Your Highness has lost a lot of weight and has frostbite on his body. I don't know why it has been gone for so long. Did you do everything yourself?"

"Does this hall need to explain to you?" Xie Chenyu subconsciously hid his fingers.

"As far as I know, Zhuangzi is always headed by a tenant. Your Highness just needs to explain. You are frozen like this, obviously you did everything by yourself," Lin Ximeng playfully.

"You talk too much!", Xie Chenyu secretly gritted his teeth.

The room was warm, and the chilblains on his hands and feet were itching violently. Xie Chenyu patted Lin Ximeng on the head: "Why don't you go and get some chilblain ointment for the hall?"

Lin Ximeng quickly agreed.

Before leaving, she still didn't forget to turn her head and wink and smile.

"Isn't Your Highness just as romantic as the rumors say?"

"roll!"

Xie Chenyu threw a teacup over, Lin Ximeng dodged lightly like a deer.

The ointment was brought quickly.

Lin Ximeng first applied the frostbite on his fingers.

Xie Chenyu squirmed behind and still couldn't sit still, her cold face was swollen black and red.

Lin Ximeng opened his neckline, only to find that there was almost no good skin on his body.

There were bruises and frostbites everywhere, and pus had festered in some places.

Lin Ximeng hurriedly ordered someone to boil hot water and make medicine packs, and let Xie Chenyu soak for an entire hour to drive away the cold.

After getting out of the bath, he carefully applied chilblain ointment little by little.

The charming face was wrinkled into a ball of paper, thinking about why you are so desperate?Why are there still sword wounds?
"Your Highness must have never suffered such grievances since she was a child. I never thought that for those tenants..."

"Shut up, and talk nonsense that the hall cut your tongue." Xie Chenyu gritted his teeth.

Lin Ximeng didn't dare to speak immediately, she just sobbed like a wronged daughter-in-law.

After finally tidying up, Xie Chenyu was obviously much more comfortable.

Not long after leaning on the soft couch, he fell asleep.

Lin Ximeng didn't dare to disturb, and went to the dining room by herself after dismissing the servants.

In her previous life, she was a 996 social animal. In order to save money to buy a house, she seldom ate out. In order to eat nutritiously, she learned how to cook home-cooked dishes.

Although the dishes cooked by ancient cooks were delicious, it was a pity that they were not homely.

Take the sixteen chefs in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion as an example.

Four in the south, four in the north, four in central Shu, two in the northwest and two in the southwest.

Sixteen chefs cover most of the dishes of Dasheng Dynasty.

There are also fixed standards for each meal, which master has several dishes, several snacks, and what kind of soup.

The food is delicious, but too greasy.

Just like the hot pot, barbecue and spicy soup that modern people eat a lot, what they miss most is the bowl of rice porridge that is boiled soft and fragrant.

Lin Ximeng called two cooks to help.

Choose a fresh mountain bamboo shoot, a rooster that has been raised for half a year, and pickled sansan pepper pickled in a water tank.

One cook kneads the dough while the other cooks chicken soup.

The dining room in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion was filled with smoke and smoke.

The egg-added dough was kneaded until it was moderately hard and firm, and Lin Ximeng took it and flipped it with his wrist, and it quickly became hand-rolled noodles of moderate thickness.

The chicken soup is bubbling and the noodles are dancing in the boiling water.

The fresh bamboo shoots are green and shiny, and the sansho peppers are hot and sour.

Xie Chenyu just woke up when a bowl of sour bamboo shoot chicken noodle soup was hot and perfectly cooked.

After washing, he picked up the soft and long noodles, and the ice on his face seemed to have cracks.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Seeing that Xie Chenyu just took a bite and then stood there in a daze, Lin Ximeng asked curiously.

"No...no"

Xie Chenyu suddenly stumbled, and frantically picked up the chopsticks and slapped them into his mouth indiscriminately.

There is not a drop of soup left in a bowl of chicken noodle soup in the blink of an eye.

Lin Ximeng was dumbfounded: "You don't have to do this, do you? Eating too fast is bad for your spleen and stomach."

Xie Chenyu glared at her, but ignored her.

That night, Xie Chenyu fell asleep with Lin Ximeng in his arms.

In the dream, he burrowed straight into the hair on Lin Ximeng's shoulders, twitching and whimpering as if in a nightmare, whimpering as if talking about something.

Lin Ximeng was startled awake, and after listening for a long time, she could vaguely distinguish those two words.

"mother"

I feel bad for a moment.

She suddenly thought of her mother in the 21st century.

The mother who held her in the palm of her hand unfortunately did not live long. When she died of illness, Lin Ximeng was only eleven or twelve years old, and she hadn't even had her period yet.

"Do you miss your mother? I miss my mother too"

Lin Ximeng hugged Xie Chenyu in her arms.

That dandy man with teeth and claws like an iceberg is actually as good as a child.

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Early the next morning, Xie Chenyu woke up after a good night's sleep, her complexion improved a lot, and all the ashes were wiped away.

Lin Ximeng looked it over from top to bottom, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Highness, what would you like to eat?"

"Did you make that side last night?"

"That's natural," Lin Ximeng puffed up her chest.

Xie Chenyu glanced at it in disgust.

"You were also the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, how could you know how to cook?"

Lin Ximeng was taken aback for a moment, then hid it and laughed hurriedly.

"Miss can't learn cooking skills? I can't learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I'm not good at female red knitting. My mother said that you must know something. If you go to your in-law's house in the future, you will have a skill, so you won't be caught. people look down"

"So you learned cooking?" Xie Chenyu raised the corners of his lips.

Lin Ximeng nodded, and before she had time to describe it, she heard Xie Chenyu say that he wanted another bowl.

"Noodles in the morning?" Lin Ximeng reluctantly shook her head.

"Isn't it okay? My temple likes this"

"I usually don't eat noodles in the morning. What I usually eat at home are small wontons, longan buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, hot rice porridge, and golden egg pancakes. My mother specially asked someone to go to the shop to buy them."

Some from the previous life, and some from the memory that the original owner ate at the General's Mansion.

Lin Ximeng just wanted to say that the original owner's mother is really good, as good as her mother in the 21st century.

These folk hot breakfast shops really understand the atmosphere of the world better than the chefs who are famous teachers.

(End of this chapter)