Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 88
The word Peng Ye seemed to calm down Yi Laosan's cat's claws. Looking at the burning flames in the cave not far away, he swung the hoe in his hand again.

After a while, the sound of iron and stone hitting came, and a palm-sized stone was lifted out.

Wen Shu watched them not coming for a long time, feeling anxious!
She thought for a while, and said to the two people who kept looking in front of her: "Well, you two heroes, the food is ready, why don't you ask you heroes to come over to eat first, or it will be cold, and the taste will be much worse gone."

Although the two bandits also wanted to eat, seeing that their partners were still working hard, they said with a serious face, "Reheat it up when it's cold, and they'll come over when they're done, so you don't need to worry about it."

Well, it's gone!
Wen Shu didn't dare to persuade him too much, so he could only wait by the pot and the stove, and at the same time, his heart was about to explode.

Half an hour later, until it was completely dark, the gang of bandits put down their fellows and ran over with a whoosh.

The chicken in the pot had been stuffy for a long time, and Wen Shu was a little worried that the drug would lose its effect. Besides, the other meats and vegetables were also hot and hot, and the taste was not so good.

Fortunately, those bandits were probably very hungry. After receiving the food handed over by the food-sharing bandits, they just put their heads down and ate without saying a word. No one complained that the food tasted wrong.

The two large pots of chicken soup were swept away by them, which made Wen Shu feel relieved and worried.

The relief is that they all ate it, and the worry is that the drug has been stuffy in the soup for a long time, so it doesn't really work.

Just to be sure, she poured all the drugs that Lord Lu gave her into it, and if it really didn't work, she wouldn't cry.

The bandits ate very fast, and after a while, they patted their round bellies and sat down on the ground, admiring: "This may be the best taste I have ever tasted in my life. The young lady is a cook, she is very skilled." !"

Wen Shu responded with a blushing blushing, and the chef Wang curled her lips when she saw it. This skill can be considered good, and these bandits really have never seen anything in the world!
Thinking about myself, a highly paid cook hired by the Hou Mansion, being reduced to a help cook here, and the ignorant girl next to her being treated as a cook by them, I feel ridiculous.

But no matter how angry they are in their hearts, they still know to bear it on the face, who told them that their hope of escaping lies in the person in front of them.

"Since the little lady has such good skills, I think I will leave it for us to cook in the future." Boss Shan said, picking his teeth with weeds.

Wen Shu's heart skipped a beat, she threw down the rag, and then knelt down with a plop, "Please let us go back, I beg you. There is still an old father waiting to be taken care of in my slave's house. If I stay, he will starve to death."

The look is so pitiful and the voice is so sad that those who hear it are really sad and those who see it cry.

The bandits were all stunned, and after a while, Boss Shan said with a complex expression: "Little lady, please calm down, to tell you the truth, it's not that we want to arrest you, it's Master Peng's intention, if you really want to leave, tomorrow See Mr. Peng, go and beg for mercy."

Hmm, Mr. Peng?It's the name again.

The two bandits guarding her also mentioned this name just now, who is this Lord Peng?

With a lot of thoughts in her mind, she stood up sadly, with tears still on her face.

Lu Xingwan and the others were in a hurry inside the house, they had already finished their meal, why didn't these bandits leave?

Outside, Wen Shu was crying while picking up the white steamed buns in the cage into a wooden basin, intending to bring them into the house for Miss Lu and the others to eat.

They are not qualified to taste the dishes and eggs above, which is why Wen Shu can safely prescribe medicine, so at this moment, they have not eaten yet, neither Wen Shu nor Cook Wang.

Watching her bring in the steamed buns, Boss Shan didn't say anything, but waited for them to finish eating the steamed buns, and the people outside didn't leave either.

Lu Xingwan was getting more and more flustered, he held onto Wen Shu's hand tightly, his face under the veil was full of panic.

Wen Shu could feel her nervousness, and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, girl, I'm entrusted by Mr. Lu, and I will definitely protect you."

This sentence was like a reassurance pill, which calmed down the flustered Lu Xingwan a lot.

Nanny Chen was sitting next to them, and she vaguely heard what the two of them were saying in a low voice, and she felt a little relieved.At her age, she doesn't pay much attention to that aspect, I'm afraid the girl will
With Miss Wen's words, she was much relieved.

The Eldest Young Master took the position of the Young Minister of Dali Temple at a young age. This kind of talent is rare in the entire Song Dynasty. Since he specially arranged for him, he must not be wrong.

Moreover, it has also been proved that Miss Wen is indeed clever and intelligent, as long as she can still think of painting the girl's face to disguise her in such a critical situation.This day, she was the one who came out to deal with the bandits again. If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid it wouldn't make sense.

At least she herself can't promise to do better than her.

"Brother, you see that people are all caught up the mountain, don't you?"

The voice from outside came into the house, and all the female relatives trembled in unison. Wen Shu pinched the dagger at his waist and the veratrum powder in his sleeve, and his spirit tensed up.

"Don't mess around, Mr. Peng hasn't seen it yet, if you really want to, you have to wait until after tomorrow."

Boss Shan's words made everyone in the room take a breather.

"It's rare for a girl to go up the mountain. She can't move, but she can't suffocate her to death." A strong man said in a rough voice.

The hearts of the people in the room rose again.

"Suffocate and pull down." Boss Shan's angry voice came in, "Anyone who dares to disobey the order and cause trouble to make Master Peng unhappy, just wait for death."

There was a few more noises outside, and then footsteps walking away in twos and threes, Wen Shu quietly stayed by the window to take a look, only to see that all the people who had been sitting around had gone, leaving only two yawning people. Leaning on the left and right sitting outside the door.

Outside a large room on the west side, there were about ten people guarding it, and the guards inside were dozens of guards from the Hou Mansion. Wen Shu saw with his own eyes the bandits locked them into that room during the day.

After a while, Wen Shu tentatively called out twice: "A good man, a good man?"

"What's the matter." The two mountain bandits who were a little dazed replied in a rough voice.

"Well, it's cold at night, can you two let me go outside to carry two quilts in the carriage."

"It's really a lot of things!" The bandit on the right complained, stood up unsteadily and opened the door for her.

Wen Shu stood behind the door early in the morning, and heard the sound of the lock opening clearly. The moment the door opened, her eyes turned sharp, and she stepped out with a sudden step. When the bandit was unprepared, she stabbed her with a knife. He slashed hard on his neck.

The bandit fell down without warning, and when another bandit heard the movement and was about to react, a hand knife had already slashed at the back of his neck.

With such a reaction and speed, all the female relatives in the house were stunned!

While tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, Wen Shu murmured to herself, why didn't she leave after the meal was finished, she still wanted to sneak out.

　At five o'clock,
　　Ask for recommendations, ask for subscriptions, ask for monthly tickets, ask for rewards, and all kinds of requests.

　　The rich hold a money field, and the poor hold a personal field.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)