Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 391 Humiliating Sven
Bamboo leaf green?
Zhou Miao had heard of this kind of wine, but never had the chance to taste it.

Hearing this, he looked a little better, nodded and said: "Well, let's taste how it tastes."

"Come here," Qingluo greeted outside, dissatisfied, "Didn't you see that the magistrate is eating here? Why don't you have any eyesight, and you still don't pour wine for him!"

When Zhou Miao heard it, huh?There are still people waiting for you!
He looked towards the door expectantly, and saw a tall and thick man, Kong Wu, walking in forcefully.

The man was wearing a black government uniform, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong muscles and fine hair.

From a distance, you can almost smell the sweat on his body.

Zhou Miao gasped.

Let such a rough man pour wine for him, can he still drink it?

"Snapped!"

Zhou Miao got angry, slapped the table, and shouted, "Master Liu! Are you deliberately playing tricks on me!"

Qingluo was terrified: "Why did you say that, my lord, how dare you play tricks on your lord, don't you want me to kill you?"

"You asked him to serve wine? Have you ever seen someone like this serve wine! Mr. Liu, you, you, you are simply insulting gentlemen!"

Zhou Miao is a scholar, what they pursue is to add fragrance to the red sleeves, and to be romantic.

Even if there are no beauties in groups, at least there must be a cute little maid!

Qingluo waved the yamen servant to leave, and said with a frowning face, "It turns out that my lord doesn't like to let others pour wine, alas, it's all ignorant officials who misunderstood my lord. My lord, you are really an upright gentleman!"

After a flattering fell, Zhou Miao opened her mouth, and she could only hold back the thought of wanting her to replace the girl.

He blushed so hard that his neck was thick, and he had no place to let out his breath. Angrily, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of vegetables and threw it into his mouth.

puff--

As soon as he ate it in his mouth, he spit it out in one gulp.

"What kind of food is this? Why is it so spicy?" He grinned, holding his teacup and gurgling water.

Qingluo looked surprised: "This is mustard powder, don't you know it? You asked you to eat it with green onions, why did you just eat it?"

Wasabi powder is ground from the seeds of mustard greens. It is not available to ordinary people, but it is only available to wealthy families.

This is the most expensive "dish" on the table.

Zhou Miao drank half a pot of tea, gasped for breath, her spicy eyes were red, and said weakly: "Forget it, I can't eat spicy food."

"Oh, what a pity!"

Qingluo felt very sorry.

Zhou Miao glanced at her, and said maliciously: "Why doesn't Master Liu eat it? Are you just here to watch me eat?"

He thought to himself, I want to see how you can eat these dishes yourself!

Qingluo is kind and generous: "That's right, I only care about greeting my lord, and I haven't eaten my own dinner yet."

She casually brought the bowl of white vegetables to herself, dug a spoonful into her mouth, and said with a smile, "Don't joke, my lord. I'm an official from a peasant family. I'm used to being poor. I think it's good to eat these dishes." , I can’t swallow big fish and meat!”

Of course Zhou Miao didn't believe her nonsense.

He stared at the spoon in her hand and asked, "What kind of dish is that, why have I never seen it before?"

"Oh, this one, potato!" Qingluo said calmly.

"What potatoes?"

"Come here, show your lord the potatoes I brought." Qingluo greeted outside.

When she came back, she brought a lot of potatoes, and many people in the yamen knew about it.

And what she ate was mashed potatoes made by Su Xin.

Soon Lin Si brought up two potatoes, which were dusty and covered with mud, lying on a clean tray.

Zhou Miao saw this appearance, thought it was some kind of messy tree roots dug out of the ravine, and immediately felt disgusted, and waved her hands repeatedly: "Take it and take it."

"Sir, would you like some?" Qing Luo also gave him the mashed potatoes.

The mashed potatoes are white and white, with green beans and orange diced carrots mixed inside, which is still very refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

But Zhou Miao has already seen the original appearance of potatoes, how could he be willing to eat them again?
"Forget it, Mr. Liu should keep this delicious food for himself!"

He couldn't understand how a girl who looked white and lovely loved to eat these vulgar things.

Not at all elegant, gentle and flattering!
Zhou Miao felt a little stuffy, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it depressed.

After drinking it, he smacked it a couple of times and felt that the taste was a bit strange.

After thinking about it for a while, he understood.

The wine was really good, but it was watered down!
How poor is this yamen!

Buy a jug of wine and add water!
Zhou Miao was unable to complain anymore, he sighed a long time, regretting coming here very much.

Seeing that he was listless, Qingluo asked with "concern": "Master Zhou, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Miao sneered: "I'm fine. By the way, don't you guys sing ditty songs? Let her come up!"

He was so angry that he was not in the mood to deal with her perfunctorily. He was very angry and straightforwardly put forward his request.

He didn't believe it. She had dared to perfunctory him even though she had made such a clear request!
Qing Luo was also unambiguous, and immediately asked Lin Si: "Have you prepared the song for Mr. Zhou?"

Lin Si laughed and said: "My lord, don't worry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yo, that's kind of the point.

Finally, there was something that could satisfy Zhou Miao a little bit.

Lin Si went out and led people in after a while, saying: "Quickly salute the two adults, and then sing your best tunes to this adult!"

Zhou Miao looked over expectantly, and then his expression froze.

What is that?
The one who was brought in by Lin Si was actually an old man who was nearly seventy years old!
The old man walked with his waist bent, his face was tanned, his wrinkles were lined up, and his hair was all white...

"This is the one you asked to sing?" Zhou Miao pointed at the old man in disbelief.

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, you don't know, don't look at this old man is a bit old, the allegro he sings is really not fake, it's absolutely interesting and pleasant to listen to! It's a must in our place!" Qingluo said with great interest, "Old man , you sing a song for Mr. Zhou to listen to."

The old man bowed and saluted, then sat down tremblingly, took out two bamboo boards from his pocket, set his posture, cleared his throat, and began to rap.

Needless to say, the old man is not young, but his voice is still clear, and his singing does not have the taste of going through vicissitudes.

Qing Luo really likes to hear it.

However, Master Zhou Miao Zhou doesn't seem to think so.

With a livid face, he threw his chopsticks: "Tell him to get out, get out of here immediately!"

Startled, the old man stopped, his expression a little bewildered.

Qing Luo signaled Lin Si to take him away, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, why is he so angry all of a sudden? Could it be that he thinks that the official's reception is not good enough?"

(End of this chapter)