Ming Shuyan Changjing

Chapter 30

Jiang Shao cooked the noodles in a pot. The soup was made of delicious chicken broth after removing the oil foam, plus two handfuls of crispy and tender cabbage, a spoonful of clear white lard, and an appropriate amount of refined salt.

Sliced ​​green onions were sprinkled on the bottom of several bowls, and chicken soup was poured on it. The emerald green chopped green onions immediately floated up, and the color was fresher than that. Finally, the noodles were scooped up into the bowls, and the delicious aroma came out.

It is obviously an ordinary Yangchun noodle, but when she makes it, the taste is one of heaven and one of earth.

The Duke of Jin, who couldn't wait for anyone in the dining room, came happily, followed by Butler Wang, who was holding a bunch of portraits.

"Well, it's fragrant, that's it!" Jin Guogong said with a smile: "When I came back from the battlefield, the old man would give me good noodles, noodles with lard."

This season already has young ginger, cut into thin and long shreds, throw the dried millet pepper into the charcoal fire and roast it, making a popping sound, chop the cooked millet pepper, crush the peppercorns, and pour some homemade The brewed soy sauce can be compared to a delicious fragrance, it is a ghost stove.

"The life-and-death contests and fights all benefited from a bowl of hot bowls—Ah Choo!!."

"What does it smell like—Ah, choking—choking?"

Jiang Shao smiled and replied: "It's the soul-inducing sutra of the stomach and intestines."

The Duke of Jin gave her a white look, smiled and said to Steward Wang behind him: "Listen, with that said, how can you find a second lady among the noble ladies in the entire imperial city?"

As he spoke, he took out the most bowl, sipped it, and the noodle soup shook Jiang Shao's face.

Jiang Shao served the noodles with one hand, and the Ghost Stove with the other, and placed them on the stone table outside the kitchen, inviting the old man to try something new.

There were still two bowls in it, Wang Steward and Feng He took them consciously, and squatted aside, munching on the noodles.

The young lady has always been kind to those around her, even making snacks on a whim, or making some supper late at night, they all have their share.

Duke Jin stared at the bewitching side dish in front of him, couldn't help but lightly picked up two ginger shreds, and for a moment, it seemed as if he had put a small stove in it.

It turned out to be true.

After eating a bowl of noodles, there was no soup left, so Jiang Shao wiped his mouth and left.

Feng He hurriedly put away the bowl to catch up, and bumped into Steward Wang in a hurry, so she even put away Steward Wang's bowl by the way.

Seeing Jiang Shao's unrestrained posture, striding like a shooting star, Jin Guogong looked relieved, glanced at the portrait in Wang Steward's arms, and slapped the old cold leg, "Oh! I forgot the business! Wang Steward, hurry up!"

Over there, Jiang Shao slipped out of the door and took a leisurely walk on the street.

Seeing that she had already walked out of the range of the Duke's Mansion, she reached out to Feng He, "Bring it."

Feng He understood, and pulled out a scroll of portraits from his cuff, in the faint afterglow of the setting sun, the outline inside could still be vaguely seen.

Fenghe is a giant in action. With just one look from the young lady, she aimed at the tricky thing in Wang Butler's arms. The outermost one was annotated and circled with an eye-catching "superior". Know the importance of this portrait.

It was just that the process was a little exciting, which made her very nervous.

"Miss, you said, have we been discovered?"

Jiang Shao laughed and said, "Probably."

Feng He stopped talking.

In my mind, I carefully recalled the steps of the lady making the ghost stove, and when the Duke gave a piece of chopsticks to Butler Wang, butler Wang swallowed it down, amazing.

Jiang Shao stared at the more than ten lines of introductory words next to the portrait, frowned and read: "Yin Zheliu, the eldest son of the Minister of Rites, Yan Ruguanyu, looks better than Pan An, young and talented, proficient in arithmetic, familiar with rhythm, is the Imperial Academy Jijiu The favorite student, the incumbent, his words are too cumbersome, so he was rejected."

With so many rhetoric, is it because you are afraid that you will not be chosen?

I don't know, I thought it was the princess who chose the son-in-law!

As he spoke, he waved his hand with the wind, behind him Feng He drew out his soft sword, with a calm face, he raised the knife and dropped it dozens of times, the papers flew, and the white snow fell all over the ground.

Jiang Shao put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "What a good looking man is like Guan Yu, and looks better than Pan An"

"Sister Jiang, what Pan An? Is your wishful gentleman?"

A carriage stopped behind him, Lin Yueru couldn't wait for the servant to put on a stool, and jumped off by herself, making a sound of broken silver bells.

Lin Yueru is dressed in lotus root, satin and cloud brocade, like mercury waves, and there are not too many accessories in her hair. Gold, emerald and silver fruits, and jade hairpins, shining with colorful moonlight.

She looked at Lin Yueyue's dazzling attire, and said with a smile, "Sister is so grand, but is she going to a banquet?"

Lin Yueru embraced Jiang Shao enthusiastically, and said affectionately: "Hey, I'm going to see my sweetheart, sister, do you want to go with me?"

sweetheart?
Wearing huge sums of money to meet your sweetheart, is this going to bring back a husband with money?
Little Red Riding Hood's sweetheart is not a wolf in tiger's clothing, is it?
After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Shao decided to go and see the charming man, and said, "Since my younger sister calls me elder sister, then my elder sister will go and have a look and palm my sister's eyes."

Lin Yueru took Jiang Shao into the carriage, she came here on purpose, she wanted to invite her to go with her, but when she arrived at the gate of the Duke's Mansion, thinking about it, she still retreated, unexpectedly, in the Came across this intersection.

Then, this is fate.

Sister Jiang and Jinshe really have a predestined relationship.

In the carriage, Lin Yueru talked about Jinshe to her endlessly.

She has heard of Jinshe, which has become famous in Beijing in recent years and is a famous place for fireworks, but now, under Lin Yueru's eloquent explanation, she knows that Jinshe is not a flower building .

And Jinshe is everywhere, from the county level up, there are almost all Jinshe venues, under the signboard of the smash-hit boss Yan Chun, and there are gorgeous dancers like oirans, who have become a pastime for the nobles in the capital. land.

As for others, there is an unwritten rule that nothing can be shaken, and when they are ugly, they will close the door and drive away people.

Boss Yan Chun became famous all over the capital with the song "Qiong Yan Fang". Since then, there has been a famous actor in Jinshe——Boss Yan Chun.

This Jinshe said that the theater can’t order music, and the romance can’t be enjoyed to the fullest. Just like this, it is at the head of the Liyuan, stuck in front of the brothel, but it has become the most charming in Beijing, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is sought after by thousands of people.

Lin Yueru is one of them. Of course, now there is Jiang Shao who is making soy sauce.

Although she was just here to take a look, the protagonist Lin Yuet spent a lot of money to become a blue face
Entering Jinshe is a wide and straight main corridor, with small rooms on the two corridors of the north and south patios. At the end of the main corridor is a large stage about three feet high, with a beautiful woman playing strings in the center.

The front, back, left, and right sides of the booth were full of people, and the staff led them to the small box on the second floor. This was a wealthy businessman whose wife gave birth prematurely. The master left in a hurry, and forgot his concubine here.
In a fit of rage, Shi Shiran hooked a man's belt and pulled him away, leaving behind a group of stunned, remorseful, shy people who had no self-recommendation.

It was only after they chatted with each other that they realized that the person whose belt was hooked was the opposite of a wealthy businessman. They had been fighting for business all the year round, and the two families had long-standing grievances.

When I first came here, I saw a play, and it was very exciting.

(End of this chapter)