The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 707 Pulp Jelly
I liked the tea jelly last time, so this time I will make a fruity one.

That kind of pulp jelly, tsk tsk, thinking about it, Tang Nineteen himself is greedy.

Sweetness is not enough, it must be sweet and sour.

That's okay, another orange.

Tang Nineteen called several eunuchs and maids to come over and work together.

Some peeled pears and apples for her, one mashed oranges for her to make juice, some sliced ​​cantaloupes for her, and some made watermelon sacs for her to squeeze out juice.

There are many people, and the work will be done quickly.

It only takes a cup of tea, and all the preparations are done.

Tang Nineteen used watermelon juice and orange juice, added sugar water to make another sweet and sour syrup, and ordered the little eunuch who was cooking jelly to start.

The water used to cook jelly is replaced with pure fruit juice.

Hollow out the remaining half of the watermelon rind and use it as a container.

In addition, I took a few palm-sized small cups, put diced fruits in them, and poured the remaining diced fruits into the watermelon rind.

After mixing a pot full of white jelly and juice, Tang Nineteen took a sip and said, well, this taste is exactly what she wanted.

She did it herself, first filled a few small cups, and then filled the remaining red liquid into the watermelon rind.

After work, I looked out of the window to relax, and suddenly saw a few trees outside the window welcoming the spring, blooming a bunch of small golden flowers, like ravaged Venus all over the branches, making this rainy and cold early spring more vibrant.

She got up and ordered people to pick a few plump and well-opened flowers.

The slave took the order and came back in a short time. She picked a small layer of flowers in a small basket. She washed them, and then carefully pressed them into the jelly that had not solidified little by little with the tweezers in the kitchen.

Next, just waited.

While waiting, someone called her at the door: "Princess Qin."

The voice was half-familiar, turning around, it was Mi Rufeng.

Presumably it was raining, so he came a little slowly.

When the two meet, there may not be any intimacy at all.

The servants in the kitchen all retreated, Tang Nineteen pulled up a bench: "Uncle, sit down."

"Princess Qin, I've always wanted to find a chance to thank you, but my master's schedule is too full, and I have never been free to go to the house to pay a visit."

He looked a little cramped.

Tang Nineteen laughed lightly: "There is no one in private, Uncle, you should call me Nineteen, are you still used to it in the palace?"

"Being used to it, many places are actually being taken care of by the master secretly, so as not to make mistakes."

"You are his only closed disciple, so of course I will take care of you. Now you are in the imperial dining room, which one are you working on?"

"As arranged by the master, I started with porridge and soup. Next month, I will change the kitchen counter to make pastries. The master said that I have to practice hard dishes for a year or two. I am not in a hurry."

"The porridge you sent a few months ago is quite delicious."

"Oh, as long as you and the prince like it."

In fact, the two chatted purely awkwardly. Although they lived under the same roof, they were not familiar with medium-rare and medium-rare steaks.

But to be honest, when Tang Nineteen was locked up in the firewood room with nothing to eat and drink, Mi Rufeng was the only person in the entire Tang family who still had a bit of humanity and conscience.

"You do well, if you have any embarrassing things, you can tell me."

"It's okay to bother you, but I failed the exam, and it's because of your relationship with King Qin that the master made an exception to accept me."

"You have to be qualified, otherwise your master will drive you out if he accepts you, let alone send you to the imperial dining room. Have you ever returned to the Tang family?"

"I haven't been back. The master is strict and won't let me go out."

It seems that it is really strict. I hope that Mi Rufeng will live up to the teacher's kindness.

"I went back a few days ago. Dad was sick."

"Oh, I heard."

"You have earned money, buy your own mansion, I know you are living in the Tang family, and living here is not comfortable."

(End of this chapter)