Jinghua little cook

Mutton dumplings are salty, squirrel fish is sweet and sour, Laba porridge is sweet, and oily tofu is spicy.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, but less bitter, so Lu Xiling called this dish "not bitter at all".

"The chili peppers were brought over from central Sichuan, and they were carefully selected by my relatives. There is a fragrance in the spiciness, and a saltiness in the fragrance. If you eat one, you will have a good fortune and a long life, and you will get rid of all diseases after three bites."

"Haha, Hezhen started to talk poorly again, but this taste is really good. Even though the spicy one sweats, the body is much more relaxed." Mrs. Song wiped off the oil stains around her mouth, and she didn't care about the ones on her body.

These years, for the first time, I have the desire to compete with others for food. There is no way, who makes these children eat better than the other.

There is also a reason for the fragrance.

The Laba porridge made by Hezhen is really delicious.

The red beans in the porridge are moderately sweet and glutinous, rich and warm to the stomach, and the glutinous rice balls are glutinous. They are combined with blood glutinous rice and black rice to nourish the skin and nourish the blood. As a woman, it is hard not to be attracted by the small balls here.

Yuanzi are small glutinous rice balls, only He Zhen's small hands can make them out.

Inside is sesame stuffing mixed with sugar.

At the entrance, you will be deeply attracted by the eight-treasure soup sticking to the surface of the glutinous rice balls. The dense red bean paste is mixed with the slight fragrance of tangerine peel.

Immediately after the glutinous rice balls are soft and smooth, the clean glutinous rice fragrance is like the prologue of a sweet storm, which not only neutralizes the richness of the eight-treasure soup, but also makes people look forward to the next taste.

The black sesame in the inner material is the finishing touch of this gorgeous article. As the last burst of taste, it is not sweet enough to destroy the overall warm and moist fragrance, but it spreads between the teeth with a sense of jumping Come.

Simply pleasantly surprised.

After all, what you put in your mouth is just ordinary glutinous rice balls, but the moment you chew them in your mouth is the gospel of taste buds.

Who can stop it.

Lu Xiling leaned crookedly on Mrs. Song's shoulder: "It's not advisable to eat too much sticky food at night, Auntie should only be suitable."

As an elderly Mrs. Song, of course Lu Xiling knew this truth, but she couldn't help it.

It is estimated that only the middle-aged Aunt Li, who is the same person, can understand this thought.

Mrs. Song had nothing to refute, she regretted why the family banquet was scheduled at night, if it was earlier at noon, wouldn't she be able to eat more?

On the one hand, she lamented that it was fortunate that she didn't wear new clothes today, and it was fine to wear clothes from ten years ago, and she didn't feel bad if they couldn't be washed if they were oiled.

Lu Xiling said with a smile: "What Auntie said is good, but there is one thing wrong. I didn't make this little glutinous rice ball, but Dacheng made it."

Madam Song raised her eyebrows.

It turned out that it was made by the youngest worker in the restaurant, and I think so, the hands are very dexterous, and the size is suitable, it is not his bag, but whoever it is.

I heard old people say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

Now it seems that those who are far away from the kitchen may not be a gentleman, as long as they walk and sit openly, they are a gentleman.

"That's right." Lu Xiling said: "If you want me to say, this is the trick that those men used to tie up women at home, let women cook for them, so that they can be a domineering power at home."

Everyone around laughed.

Even Wei San and Dong Dacheng thought it was reasonable, Liang Chen even set an example and said to Douya: "From now on, the women at home will cook far away."

Lu Xiling was very satisfied after hearing this.

In the matter of cooking and cooking, whoever likes to do it should do it, without forcing or interfering.

Eh?
"It's not good." Lu Xiling stood up and was about to leave with her thin cloak rolled up.

"I forgot to turn off the stove at home, I have to go back."

"I'll go back, sister A Ling can just rest here." Wei San said.

Aunt Li also said: "Why don't I go back, you are all staying tonight, I just go home and live."

This is because the old man feels sorry for Lu Xiling.

Aunt Li also had a dream of being rich in the past, dreaming of drinking with the princess, prince, and court officials, but that was just a dream, who would have thought that it would come true one day.

Not only did he sit at the same table and eat, but he also slept in the mansion of the adults.

Tonight is doomed to sleepless.

Lu Xiling knew that after she left, the few remaining people must not be used to staying in other people's homes, but fortunately, Auntie is easy to talk to, so she won't embarrass them, at most, she will be too polite to them, and they will not be used to it.

From now on, we will be a family, so we have to get used to it.

Lu Xiling has received all the good intentions, it is better for her to go by herself, and check other places in the house by the way.

Mrs. Song was still worried, it was already dark, no matter how many people were shopping outside to give presents, it was winter and the roads were slippery.

This time Lu Xiling didn't refuse, her legs were tired, so it was just right to go back in a carriage.

A snow whip that shattered the air hit the horse's buttocks, and it arrived at the door of the shop in a short while.

The wind lamp flickered, and the ice crystals illuminated the road.

The people outside are lively, the snow is lively, and when the goose feather-like snowflakes fall on her shoulders, Lu Xiling feels that there is no time in her life that is more lonely than this moment.

She returned to the dark restaurant, and gradually froze in place as she heard the sound of snow falling outside.

Why do you feel alone?
Lu Xiling has heard a theory that flowers that have been in cold places for a long time cannot withstand sudden wind and frost, and vice versa.

She is the latter, a flower who has always been by her side since she left the palace.

It shouldn't be said that, in the past in the general's mansion, she was accompanied by someone, and that person was,

"Dang!"

what sound?
Lu Xiling's heart stopped suddenly, and she hurriedly lifted up the conch hanging on the wall.

However, with just one sound, the backyard was completely silent again.

Could it be that he is a believer in the demon way again?His believers are really Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. They all like to fight against her, don't they?

Lu Xiling held the conch and slowly moved to the door connecting the main room to the backyard.

"Heavy rain Dharma snails, Purdue sentient beings bless disciples"

There was a creaking sound in the snow. Hearing the sound getting closer, Lu Xiling held up the conch and hid at the door, but before she could speak, half of her body was suddenly wrapped by the cloak.

Lu Xiling froze, and then vacated her feet.

The man in the cloak showed an evil smile, and he deserved a beating.

The fine snow poured into the neck from the cloak, and Lu Xiling couldn't help shivering.

Even the trembling stopped after only half of the beating, and the person under him was burning like fire.

Seeing the quail trembling, Bai Ye not only didn't intend to let her down, but even laughed at her: "It's okay, I didn't come to meet my lover."

"Who says no?" Lu Xiling said half a sentence, and then suppressed the ecstasy and impulse in her heart, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Bai Ye couldn't help but put him down, and hugged him even tighter.

The longing for several months apart was shattered in this momentary embrace.

Those near-death dangers also disappeared with the hug, and Bai Ye seemed to be born again, and the silence for a long time was exchanged for his sincere words.

"Do you still have the chrysanthemum wine?"

It was the chrysanthemum wine mentioned in Lu Xiling's letter, brewed from the first batch of chrysanthemums in Jinqiu, she kept a jar privately, and he was looking forward to this jar at the critical moment of Baishaling.

Relying on hope all the way to the present.

"How did you come back? Why is there no news from the city?" Lu Xiling asked timidly.

It's obvious that they are in love with each other, but now it's like having an affair.

"I came back early, and tomorrow I will go outside the city to meet them and go to Beijing together."

Lu Xiling raised her head: "What do you mean? You left them behind?"

"Of course not." Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "I said. I'll go and make it easy, and I'll be back in a while,"