Jinghua little cook

It's inconvenient for Lu Xiling to ask about outsiders' affairs.

It is even more difficult to ask about women who have not left the court.

As a woman, Lu Xiling could see the gentle embarrassment at a glance.

Fatigue, abdominal pain, pale complexion, what else could it be if it wasn't sunflower water.

"Cough-cough-"

After two symbolic coughs, the two children in the family looked away.

The dishes were also served, and Bean Sprout had no time to pay attention to other people's lives, so he tore off the best chicken legs and gave them to Lu Xiling.

Lu Xiling refused but to no avail, took a bite and pushed it back into the child's mouth.

The child didn't dislike it either, and his mouth was full of oil, and he said with a smile: "It's so good to celebrate the festival. There are chicken legs to eat during the festival!"

"I can eat whatever I want in the future."

Parents were troubled when the child was too aggressive before, but now he has become well-behaved and sensible, which makes people feel distressed.

Lu Xiling took a bite of each dish, and commented, "The taste is 95%, the service is [-]%, and the speed of serving is [-]%.

The amaranth in Liang Chen's mouth was no longer fragrant.

The speed of serving food is directly linked to his production efficiency. Sister A Ling gave the highest score to the side store. Is this because she dislikes her lack of sharpness in her hands and feet?
"Of course not." Lu Xiling said: "How many people are there behind them, how many are we? The scale is different, this is incomparable."

The reason why she compares it is to plan for future business.

The Princess Mansion has officially signed up, and now the neighbors on the fourth street know who has ordered Lu Xiling's private order.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, Lu Xiling received many more orders.

Coupled with the one-day vegetarian food tour in the Shilang's Mansion, the reputation has been completely established.

The creative dishes in the shop Liang Chen is quick to learn, and Lu Xiling is absolutely at ease when handing them over to him.

In this way, the business has changed from steady to start.

But it is not enough to build a high-end shop or buy a big house.

Comrades still need to forge ahead!

Aunt Li persuaded: "Don't be too tired."

This is because she feels sorry for her son, Lu Xiling understands, so she has to think about three steps one step at a time, and settle the following procedures before she can feel at ease.

"pain……"

There was another sound from the seat behind the bamboo curtain.

Lu Xiling happened to have her back to them, so it was hard not to hear them.

I only heard the servant girl say: "Girl, or else the servant girl will send you back home first, isn't it just a few zongzi, the servant girl will wait for you."

"No, as my father said, I can't neglect Xiankeju."

Xiankeju is the restaurant here.

"What do you mean you can't be neglected? What is the status of our family, and they are..."

"If you don't understand, don't say any more!" Wen Wan was in so much pain that she lost her patience, she bit her lip and buried her head in her elbow.

"My little girl has met Miss Wen."

Wen Wan really didn't have the energy to raise her head, but with her status as the daughter of a servant, she still had to restrain herself from talking and laughing with others after all.

She couldn't smile, or she didn't know that her face at the moment didn't look like a smile, but more like suffering.

Lu Xiling stepped forward, holding a bowl of hot drink in her hand, "Girl drinking this can relieve pain."

"What is this?" The maid asked warily.

The legend comes from life. There are countless stories about daughters being poisoned in the wealthy compound.

For women, fame is more important than life.

Therefore, the maid beside the noble girl not only has to serve the master, but also has the responsibility to remind and protect the master when going out.

Lu Xiling kindly wanted to tug on the sleeve of the oval-faced servant girl to speak closer, but Bean Sprout stepped forward and told her first.

The servant girl's face turned from blue to red, and she pursed her lips for a moment without saying a word.

But she was still worried.

Lu Xiling had no choice but to take a sip, and said "neglect" before passing it to someone.

In the bright candlelight, "Dark Cuisine" exudes a bitter and fishy taste.

This time, Wen Wan finally recognized the woman in front of her at a glance, mainly because she was surprised by the boss lady's continuous anger last time. To this day, those words are unforgettable for her.

Ordinarily, this is a restaurant, so there shouldn't be such weird meals here.

It is possible that the little lady brought it herself.

But she is so good at craftsmanship, how can she make such dark food?

"This is Siwu Decoction." Lu Xiling said in a low voice, "It's right for the girl's illness."

Between women, there are some things that need not be clarified.

Wen Wan comprehended, looked to both sides, and breathed a sigh of relief almost without hesitation.

Lu Xiling was stunned: It's true that she put honey in it, but it's still a traditional Chinese medicine. It's impossible for her not to be bitter at all. She doesn't even have the courage to feel bored, but the little girl felt bored.

This little girl looked weak, but she didn't expect to be a cruel person.

The servant girl took the soup bowl, and it happened that the store also brought hot drinks.

Wen Wan rinsed her mouth a little, and felt her body warm up in a moment.

Just then her lower abdomen twitched, and her feet seemed to be frozen, followed by her calves, lower back, and arms.

His hands were as cold as if they had been dipped in ice water.

Thanks to the lady boss.

She smiled warmly and gratefully.

"Has the proprietress also sent a monthly letter? Why do you still carry this thing with you?"

Lu Xiling shook her head and said, "I just bought it."

"But girl, don't worry, I didn't say who this medicine is for, and the waiter in the shop doesn't know anything about it. It's just a medicine for the little girl to clear the lungs and relieve cough."

Having said that, Wen Wan felt even more embarrassed.

Lu Xiling didn't want "Sister Lin" to owe her favors.

How could she pay back the tears she had suffered all her life.

Lu Xiling smiled and said, "I didn't buy it specially for the girl. There is a pharmacy across the street. It just so happens that my daughter's monthly letter is coming soon, so I bought it in advance as a spare."

"That's too much trouble for the girl."

That day she was with the concubine of Wu Siye's family, and in the eyes of outsiders, she was also one of the instigators who played tricks on the princess.

Because of that, her father took her to plead guilty with the little princess in person, and was even eager to clear up his relationship with Wu Siye's family.

Wen Wan felt ashamed, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for the sake of the friendship of the fathers, there is no need to reunite with the concubine of Wu Siye's family against his will.

Swallowing a few sips of warm water, her throat didn't seem to be burning anymore, and she said gently: "Someday, Wen Wan will definitely come to the door to thank you."

"Girl, you don't need to be so polite." Lu Xiling reminded: "Girl, remember from now on, before sending a monthly letter, first grind the four kinds of medicines, angelica, chuanxiong, white peony root, and rehmannia glutinosa, into powder and pack them up. You can make soup to drink at any time, if you can’t drink it, you can add some honey and rock sugar.”

"This substance is very effective in nourishing blood and relieving pain, and it also has the effect of moisturizing the skin."

The second half of the sentence sounds like an advertisement.

In the era when Pain Relief Tablets were available, merchants tried every means to sell Siwutang.

"Like a girl who is afraid of the cold, drinking some jasmine tea before the monthly letter arrives will also have the same effect."

Wen Wan felt even more grateful after listening to a piece of faithful advice.

The maidservant beside her was only focused on memorizing the prescription with her head down, without even saying a word of "thank you" in agreement, and Bean Sprout rolled her eyes several times.

In fact, it's not that the servant girl didn't say it, but she forgot to say it.

As a woman, she has this kind of distress. Her girl has a rich body and lives a life of luxury, and her symptoms were not serious when she came to the monthly letter.

Little maids like them, even in the twelfth lunar month, cannot escape the fate of washing quilts and bed sheets for girls and wives.

Luckily for the oval-faced servant girl, she is the girl's personal servant girl, so she doesn't have to do rough work in the house and is respected by others.

But her little sisters were in a different situation.

She is writing down the formula for them.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, and say important things three times.

I am willing to exchange tomorrow's third and fourth shifts.