Jinghua little cook

"Chrysanthemum cake, chrysanthemum fresh chestnut soup, woody chrysanthemum porridge, chrysanthemum rice."

Lu Xiling was pushed and introduced by a group of servants who served Mrs. Song, and finally these people burst into laughter.

The nanny walked up to Mrs. Song's shoulder with a smile and said, "Look how good the county lord is at doing business. You can exchange a few chrysanthemum dishes for our hairy crabs. There is no one in the capital who is better at business than the county lord." Already!"

The Song Mansion has few rules, and the maids and servants dare to talk to the master. In addition, although the maids who serve Mrs. Song are also servants, they are more important than the first-class servants in other positions in the mansion. , dare to come up and make fun of Lu Xiling.

Lu Xiling pursed her lips with a smile and didn't say anything. Bean Sprout Liang Chen and the others beside her were not picky, they were all a family, and they were happy together!
After Mrs. Song pulled Lu Xiling over to stuff her purse, she thanked her in a serious manner, and said in a pretentious way: "Nurse's words are wrong, my niece didn't know what food was prepared in the mansion, my niece just had a good meal." , there will be hairy crabs to eat as soon as they come."

It's all a big girl's house, and when she saw Mrs. Song she was still full of childishness, her eyebrows and eyes crooked like crescent moons when she smiled, which made people feel pity for her when she saw it.

Mammy didn't know that it was because Lu Xiling had a good relationship with her family, seeing her relaxed look, she was happy for Lu Xiling and relieved for Mrs. Song.

These days there are many patients in the capital, and the world is not stable. Apart from worrying about her son who is far away outside the Great Wall, her master is most concerned about Lu Xiling.

If she was asked to bring people from the restaurant to live here, she insisted on not listening to what she said about getting up early in the morning and going to bed late at night, making the courtyard noisy every day unsafe.

Her wife misses her so much all day long.

Fortunately, seeing people still alive and kicking today, Mrs. Song finally felt relieved.

"Hezhi also sent a letter?"

Mrs. Song pulled Lu Xiling to sit next to her, and nodded when she heard this sentence.

"It's nothing more than a report of safety, so that we can feel at ease after seeing it."

This is the meaning of not mentioning anything about the frontier fortress, Lu Xiling looked at Song Zhuoyu.

Because the refugees were properly resettled, the Holy One, as the master of the world, offered rewards for his merits, and the first thing he did was mention Song Zhuoyu's official position.

He went back to his old job - historian.

"It is a historian and an admonisher." Song Zhuoyu loves the word "admonisher" only, as if these two words can bring him back to the time when Lu Wuguan was still alive.

Old people like to reminisce about the past.

Especially recalling the years of teenage madness.

Right now, Song Hezhi is in this period of time.

Lu Xiling said with concern: "Uncle still needs to pay more attention when he goes to court every day."

Song Zhuoyu's eyes were full of soft light, without any fear.

"Uncle, I was buried up to my neck, and I have long put life and death aside, but the crane is different. After I die, he will be alone. To be a real general, he must learn to pass five levels and kill six generals. It is not enough for him to stand up, he has to learn to climb, to climb to the highest peak of Mount Jiuhua."

"Look, I'm starting to pinch my son again!" Mrs. Song spat on Song Zhuoyu, turned her head away and only looked at Lu Xiling, not Song Zhuoyu.

Song Zhuoyu had a thick skin, his beloved wife ignored him and just rushed to coax him.

When Lu Xiling looked at her uncle and aunt who were as loving as before, she was really envious.

Isn't this just to accompany you to grow old slowly?
Gee.

"Master, eat quickly, don't worry about Mrs. Madam, the crab will not taste good when it's cold."

When I turned my head, the crab meat had already been grilled.

Lu Xiling looked at the snow-white crab meat and the golden crab roe on the plate, and made a "squeaky" sound, and quickly sucked her saliva.

Even Bean Sprout and Liang Chen looked greedy.

"No wonder nobles like to eat hairy crabs. This crab meat is really plump." Bean Sprout said happily.

Just now I said that the Song Mansion has few rules, so there are two tables set up in the garden at this moment, one table is for Song Zhuoyu, Mrs. Song, and Lu Xiling.

At the other table were the maidservants serving several people, as well as Bean Sprouts and Liang Chen. Aunt Li drank traditional Chinese medicine these days and went to bed early, and was dazed after eating moon cakes with a few children.

Mrs. Song gave Lu Xiling another half piece of salt-baked crab.

The relatives at the hometown sent a basket of hairy crabs, all of which were fresh. Mrs. Song said that the crabs would not taste good if they were dead for a long time.

So in the morning Song Zhuoyu gave some crabs to the palace, and the rest were made into steamed crabs, drunk crabs, and salt-baked crabs.

Lu Xiling was drunk.

It is not eaten by drunk crabs, but supported by these tricks.

"Ma'am, don't keep feeding the county lord crabs, it's a cold thing after all."

Nanny gave Mrs. Song a look, and Mrs. Song responded immediately.

Mrs. Song falsely nodded at Lu Xiling: "You little girl knows so much, and you didn't remind me, just to make me happy watching you eat, right?"

Lu Xiling smiled and tried to make amends for herself: "How could it be, what does it matter if you only eat it once a year? The medical books also say that Huang Zhongtongli is beautiful in it, smooth in the limbs, and it is so beautiful. It can be seen that eating it once in a while Crabs are still good."

If you want her to talk about the classics of crabs, you have to say that today's crabs are missing something.

According to ancient books, oranges are used to hollow out the gravy in autumn, and crab roe and crab paste are hidden and steamed inside, then covered with sticks, and then served with vinegar and salt. The taste is fragrant and fresh, and it is especially greasy.

This is the allusion of new wine chrysanthemum and orange crab.

For now, just drink some chrysanthemum tea to relieve the fire.

Song Zhuoyu drank up the chrysanthemum tea, but his anger still persisted.

Mrs. Song glared at him, connoting: the child is here today, don't keep mentioning those bad things about the court.

Song Zhuoyu had no choice but to cough twice to give up.

But he didn't mention it, but Lu Xiling had already heard the rumors outside.

If you are a restaurant owner, you must hear gossip from all walks of life. If you really compare it, maybe Lu Xiling heard more nasty words than Song Zhuoyu.

The common people repeat those words over and over again.

The emperor of heaven is not benevolent...the new emperor is not orthodox...a calamity falls from the sky...the corpses are everywhere in the south.

If Lu Xiling said that the sage is the lord of the world, the lord of ten thousand chariots, as long as there is a lot of kindness in the future, the rumors will be self-defeating, and who will be dissatisfied by then?

Song Zhuoyu looked at his beloved wife: This is not what he started.

Finally able to let out the suffocation, Song Zhuoyu let out a long sigh of relief, and said: "Naturally, I want grace, and there is a good opportunity for grace right now, but let alone the treasury, the Fourth Highness has already thought of a way to solve it, which is the aspect of food and grass. ..."

Food and grass are the key to fighting outside the customs.

Hearing this, Lu Xiling couldn't help feeling tense in her heart, maybe someone in the court was trying to get food and grass.

"Those people didn't do it on purpose, but in the first half of the year, the food and clothing of the refugees were solved, and in the second half of the year, many patients flooded in..."

He didn't believe in the gossip of the common people, but Song Zhuoyu had to face all kinds of difficulties that he had been struggling with this year.

"There are always more solutions than difficulties." Lu Xiling comforted, "How many patients are there in the city now? How many thousand?"

Song Zhuoyu shook his head.

Lu Xiling didn't show any surprise.

The capital is so big that there were originally 10,000+ residents, and the influx of tens of thousands of people is indeed insignificant.

But Song Zhuoyu had been in charge of Wanmin rations, and what he saw was different from Lu Xiling and others.

The situation at that time was not very optimistic.

"You can't move food and grass." Lu Xiling gritted her teeth and said, "Uncle give me a few days, and I'll figure out a way. After all, I won't die of starvation."

"As for the rumors that are unfavorable to the court, even if you don't cover them with favors, they can be resolved. Uncle, don't blame your niece for speaking badly. It's because you scholars are too conservative in doing things!"

Beat magic with magic, you know?