Jinghua little cook

When meeting someone who is lower than him, he doesn't slander him; when he meets someone who is taller than him, he doesn't flatter him. These are Qiu Yenan's strengths.

At this time, although his feet trembled, he stood firmly in an instant, crossed his arms and bowed to Bai Ye, and wisely withdrew from the world that should only belong to the other two.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back at Lu Xiling.

Lu Xiling chose to ignore the meaning of begging in his eyes, covered the Buddha jumping over the wall, raised the curtain and went to the backyard.

Bai Ye followed.

This is Yueling Restaurant, their own business. Even if Ah Ling can insist that the two of them don't count now, he is the prince. In the whole world, is it the prince's land? Wherever he wants to go, can Douya stop him?

Bean sprouts also chose to turn a blind eye.

"Is there anything to eat?" Bai Ye looked towards the kitchen.

Lu Xiling glanced at him, and suddenly an aphorism overflowed in his heart.

——What is more terrible than love is distress.

Bai Ye rarely wore a light-colored Xianghe round-neck corset today, and he seemed to be thinner than before.

The injury on the arm is still not healed, and it fell heavily to the side.

Lu Xiling said as if surrendering: "No, but I can make you something simple."

What is the easiest, of course, is the water noodles.

Scoop out the noodles, drizzle with the special chili sauce and peanut sauce, and stir until oily and brown.

It's a pity that I don't have sour beans and chili powder on hand, otherwise wouldn't this be hot dry noodles?

There were only two people in the courtyard.

Bai Ye didn't care about it in front of Lu Xiling, Tulu took a big mouthful, and then simply picked up a bowl of Xuan noodles.

The strong noodles paired with the strong spice made him feel satisfied, and for a moment he almost forgot his idea of ​​coming here today.

Lu Xiling didn't urge him, and added tea and water, which seemed like a red sleeve adding fragrance.

Lu Xiling looked at him, and he also looked at Lu Xiling.

When I saw Laba, I wanted to get together with her often, but I didn't think about it and started writing a memorial when I came back. I didn't meet this second time until a year later.

Lu Xiling smiled and said: "That's how it should be. Whose husband dares to come out to meet his lover after finishing his work in the yard."

This is not a hypocritical statement, but it is still an angry statement.

When Bai Ye heard this, he felt unhappy. He dropped the bamboo chopsticks and looked more serious.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

Lu Xiling shook her head.

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Not available either."

"Then I'll wait for you." Bai Ye said.

Lu Xiling was amused by this man's serious appearance: "I'm busy every day, and you wait every day? Why are you waiting for me?"

"It's Chinese New Year, I always have to see my family."

Lu Xiling was startled and relaxed.

The meaning of this "family member" is too broad, is it Emperor Qing?Is it the little princess?Is it Atractylodes?
My heart was pounding like thunder, the only ones I hadn't seen now were Lu Guogong's family.

But she hasn't formally met Emperor Qing yet, so she shouldn't visit Duke Lu first.

"A Ling." Bai Ye grabbed her slightly cold little hand and held it in his own, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, you are my bride, since I marry you, I will be able to overcome all obstacles for you, but...you have to let I'll give my family an explanation, it's better not to make them laugh at me for singing a one-man show."

Lu Xiling understood what Bai Ye meant.

After hearing this, the silly Dou Sprout would raise his hands in agreement, saying something like "this is a good family who is seriously engaged" and so on.

Not to mention Dong Dacheng, children have received a combination of open and traditional education since they were young, and they value etiquette very much.

"It is not advisable to make a lifelong decision privately. Your Highness is a gentleman sincerely!"

Lu Xiling also agreed with this.

Then it's time to start preparing some gifts to bring.

Wealthy families don't lack anything, and most of what they value is their intentions. Lu Xiling regards being a cook as a means of making a living, so naturally she wants to bring out some private goods.

When the solar term comes, persimmons become one of the two or three must-eats in winter.

In my previous life, if I wanted to eat persimmons, I could immediately place an order and buy delicious ones, but here, if I want to have a satisfying taste, I can only make them myself.

It’s fun to make it yourself, especially when the whole family is organized, from picking persimmons to skewering them to drying them.

Drying persimmons is particular about hanging them under a dry eaves. If they are more authentic, they can also be placed in a net to dry them.

After three or four days in the sun, the persimmons can be lightly squeezed and shaped when they are soft. However, Lu Xiling likes soft, sweet and fluffy ones, so this step is simply omitted.

"There is a saying about choosing a date. Ah Ling chose a good day. For the past ten days or so, every day has been a good day!"

Lu Xiling glanced at Douya.

Still girlfriends can talk.

But this is luck, she, Lu Xiling, doesn't know how to observe the stars.

Once the persimmons are frosted, you can make some snacks.

Persimmon frosting sugar is one of them. It is easy to take the ready-made raw materials of persimmon cakes, beat them, clear them, boil them, and shape them.

It's easy to eat, but the output is not high, so it can't be tasted by guests.

Put one bean sprout in his mouth, and squint his eyes like a civet cat.

A small one, extremely light, put it on the tip of the tongue, it will melt at the touch, and it will be melted into invisible in the blink of an eye, without any residue.

When Lu Xiling ate sweets as a child, she always liked to do some mischievous things, such as sticking the side full of small air bubbles on the upper teeth. After a while, the air bubbles began to expand their territory, and rustled into a piece on the upper teeth. Wang Yang.

Every time she creates a new game, she will show it to A Niang. A Niang often praises her for being smart and clever, while Aye will criticize her with a blushing face and warn her not to be lazy.

Now that I think about it, it was her parents who were teasing her by singing the red face and the bad face, for fear that she would grow out of shape, and they were afraid that they would make her stupid.

Fortunately, Lu Xiling is an independent thinker, and naturally likes to challenge and ponder. Not only has she not been disabled, but she is also much more diligent.

To say that you are diligent is to be forced to have no choice but to do it when you reach middle age.

"A Lingjing was joking, you are middle-aged, so what am I?" Aunt Li said angrily.

Lu Xiling smiled and shrugged her shoulders. In ancient times, twenty years old was considered middle-aged. If you really count, she and Aunt Li are of the same generation.

"Go!" Aunt Li said, "I'm so cramped, you're taking advantage of me again!"

A master said it well: If a literati does not deserve wine, is he still a literati?

Lu Xiling also drank two glasses of cold wine today, which was quite courageous.

Makeup master Bean Sprout and Aunt Li dressed Lu Xiling in a pleasing outfit.

Take off the usual makeup of a working dog slave, pomegranate skirt, golden flower tinsel, flying cloud temples, wait for Lu Xiling to open her eyes again, it will be a long time ago!

Oops!The fish sinks and the wild goose closes the moon and the flowers are ashamed?

Aunt Li snickered: "It's more beautiful with your mouth closed."

As the golden crow faded, Bai Ye stood in front of the carriage to meet her, his stern face flushed a little more.

Lu Xiling hadn't worn such formal clothes for a long time, and she felt a little uncomfortable when walking, and had to rely on Bai Ye to support her.

"Where are you going?"

Bai Ye's eyes were gentle, and he wanted to touch her head but was patted away.

Bai Ye smiled helplessly: "You'll know when you go."

Not to the palace, nor to the Duke of Lu's mansion.

Lu Xiling looked at the familiar wooden structure outside, then at her long skirt, and immediately shrank into a quail.

Fa'en Temple, in the Haitang.

Sitting quietly on the lotus, the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

In the transparent glass box, there is a string of bodhi hand beads, and beside the hand beads is a shuttlecock that does not quite match the temperament of the hand beads.

"It belongs to brother." Bai Ye said.

This was the first time that Lu Xiling heard Bai Ye mention their eldest brother, a young man who died in Dibei when he was young.

Once upon a time, Lu Xiling had many fantasies about the way the deceased died.

Because of political struggles—the Wolf King Dibei had plans for the throne, so he was targeted by the late emperor and secretly killed his first successor.

There were also those who died on the battlefield—the Bai family had guarded the border between Dazhou and Northern Xinjiang for many years, and the blood-stained battlefield had already been deeply embedded in their bones and blood.

Then there was an accidental death—such as falling from a horse, or fighting a bear or a wolf.

However, Lu Xiling was thinking too much about heroic struggles. The Bai family is also an ordinary person with flesh and blood, so how can there be grievances and hatreds from time to time.

The old man of the Bai family died of illness.

Bai Ye said: "My eldest brother has never been in good health. When he was a child, he always left delicious food to me and Baizhu."

When talking about her elder brother, there was still an unresolved gloom between her brows, but when she looked at herself, her eyes turned into gentle eyes. Lu Xiling felt distressed and wanted to say that he was him when she was with her, so there was no need to pretend, but she was afraid of saying this. If the words made him sad, he simply pretended nothing happened.

After burning the three sticks of incense, Bai Ye took Lu Xiling's hand.

"Brother, A Niang, I brought my new wife to see you."

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