The cook is very busy

Chapter 49

There was no one in the kitchen, and it was deserted and deserted, so Ziqing went into the yard to take a look. Could it be that everyone ran to watch the fun?
She looked left and right, touched her stomach and came to the table, looking for something to eat.

Fortunately, I finally found a few white flour steamed buns in the steamer.

Ziqing grabbed one, yo ho, it was still hot, she quickly took a bite, and when she turned around, she saw another person in the stove.

Just now at the banquet, Ren Xiaoran didn't move his chopsticks much, and now he walked down feeling a little hungry, looking for food like his predecessors.

Ziqing watched Ren Xiaoran turn the bowl and plate with the steamed bun in his mouth, it didn't look like he was supposed to do it.

Not finding anything good, Ren Xiaoran complained dissatisfiedly, "Why doesn't the dignified Mufu's back cook not even have anything to eat?"

If I had known this before, I should have had a bowl of ginseng eel soup in Zhuwanju just now, so as to satisfy my hunger.

Don't you look at what time it is!

Ziqing murmured something in his heart, then rolled his eyes suddenly, and stuffed the bitten bun back into the steamer.

"Young master, are you hungry? How about I cook two side dishes, and you can make do with it."

Ren Xiaoran didn't understand why Ziqing was so industrious, but because his stomach was empty, he couldn't think too much, so he just found a place to sit down, "Then fire that Dao Zilong and take off his robe."

The corner of Ziqing's mouth twitched, mother, please do something time-consuming and labor-intensive!
She took the apron on the side and tied it on, only saying that all the eels in the house had been eaten, and there was nothing left.

Ren Xiaoran was about to speak, but saw her pick out a piece of meat from the bowl on the stove, put it under his nose and smell it, which made his stomach twitch.

This piece of meat was left over from cooking at noon, Ziqing only thought about the hot weather, don't let this piece of tenderloin get stuffy, it just smelled good and tasteless.

She scooped water to wash the meat, wiped the chopping board one by one, cut the tenderloin into thin shreds, found a bowl to put it in, scooped some soy sauce, salt, and potato flour (starch) for sizing.

Looking at the melted oil on the side, I took a spoonful and put it in it and stirred it together, so that the meat in the pot would not stick to one piece.

After finishing it and putting it aside to marinate, she went to the front to find a few pieces of young ginger, thinking about frying young ginger with shredded pork.

Ren Xiaoran looked at Ziqing, and found it interesting, this girl cooks well, so it's not bad to watch when she is so quiet.

But when she saw what she was holding, she immediately lowered her face, "I don't eat ginger!"

"Ah?" Ziqing walked halfway, glanced at his hand, held it up and shook it, "This is young ginger, it's delicious when fried with meat."

It was rare for Ren Xiaoran to be serious, and his face was serious, "I don't eat ginger, if you don't know how to do it, I will leave!"

"Hey, don't don't, don't eat it if you don't eat it, I'll give you another dish."

Just kidding, she still has to use his name to cook two dishes for dinner, if he wants to run away, she won't talk about it, so she can't eat dry buns.

Ziqing turned his head and put the young ginger back, his eyes wandered around, he took two pieces of old ginger, wrapped them in his waistband, and grabbed two eggs before coming over.

She put the old ginger and the eggs down, secretly glanced at Ren Xiaoran, and sure enough, he looked at old Jiang without saying a word.

The corner of Ziqing's mouth curled up, and he hurriedly ran to build a fire. Everyone said that the eldest lady of the boudoir didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, and the same with those princes and grandchildren.

This big family eats fish, vegetables and meat dishes. Most of them choose new young ginger for the pot. It looks pink and tender. If you see a whole body, you will write it down.

Like Old Ginger, apart from stewed soup, he can’t be served on the table at all, so it’s no wonder that the eldest son can recognize it.

Stuff a few sticks of firewood into the stove, scoop up the oil and heat it up, cut the ginger into pieces and pat it loose, stir fry it thoroughly in the pan to release the aroma.

Then take out the fried ginger, she only needs this ginger flavor, and then put the shredded pork in and fry until cooked.

Ziqing put the stir-fried meat on the table, put it in front of Ren Xiaoran, and turned around to cook the soup.

After rinsing the pot, put two ladles of water in the pot to boil, beat two eggs into a bowl, use chopsticks to beat them, take a spoon, and slowly pour them into the pot along the back of the spoon, so as not to float the foam, stir a few times Just add salt.

Ziqing went to the cupboard to get the bowls and chopsticks, only picked up two steamed buns, hooked the chair and sat opposite Ren Xiaoran.

"Eat it quickly. The steamed buns are still hot. There are still some in the stove after eating. If you want to eat, you can pick them up. If you don't take them out, they will be cold."

Ren Xiaoran only felt that after the girl went back and forth a few times, there was a dish and a soup in front of her. It's not unusual, it's fake.

Seeing that Ren Xiaoran didn't move, Ziqing looked at the steamed buns in the bowl and thought he cared about this, so he said it again.

"I said eldest son, let's make do with it first, I can't cook for you right now!"

Ren Xiaoran paused for a moment, then responded dully, before reaching out to take it, she heard Ziqing mutter again.

Sometimes Ziqing was impatient, and seeing that Ren Xiaoran's hands were dirty, he clicked his tongue, grabbed a clean white cloth over his body, soaked it in water, and wiped his hands inside and out.

Ren Xiaoran was taken aback for a moment, he was a dignified son of the Ministry of Rites, but he was disgusted by a rough girl, more than once.

Her eyes fell on the two people's hands, her black eyes flashed, heh, why didn't she yell at this moment that men and women can't stand kissing each other...

Satisfied with the look, Ziqing withdrew his hand, pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and grabbed the steamed bun he bit into earlier by himself.

"Master Ren, why are you here..."

Mu Qing entered the back kitchen, and was obviously taken aback when she saw the scene in the stove. An official son actually sat at the same table with a rough envoy girl!
Ziqing and Ren Xiaoran heard the reputation, and saw Mu Qing who looked surprised, and Mu Shaoyi who came later, dressed in blue.

He stood at the door, still cold all over.

Mu Qing took a deep breath, and quietly glanced at the master next to him. Seeing that his face was expressionless and still calm, he felt reverence in his heart.

Is it possible that this is what scholars often say, don't be surprised when things change?

Mu Qing thought about it, but also restrained her emotions, staying by the master's side anyway, what a bluff.

Ziqing was also puzzled, he hurriedly put down the chopsticks and steamed buns in his hand and stood up, standing with his hands down, didn't this man drink at the banquet, why did he come here?
Ren Xiaoran glanced at Ziqing, then smiled at Mu Shaoyi, and said cynically, "Mu Qing, what are you doing standing at the door, why don't you invite your master in, this is the back kitchen of the house, why should I speak.

Mu Qing looked at Mu Shaoyi cautiously, and seeing him walking forward, he had no choice but to follow.

He didn't know why the young master left the banquet without hesitation, but fortunately, there was something about Zhang's sister-in-law, so the old lady was not unhappy.

But when he got out of the stone platform, the young master saw the magpie and asked a few words. Hearing she said that he met Mr. Ren in the grass garden, he came to the back kitchen one by one.

Mu Shaoyi entered the back kitchen, glanced at the table, and said calmly, "What is this for?"

Steamed buns with chopsticks and soup, people with discerning eyes can tell they are eating, Zi Qing couldn't help but slander.

But Ren Xiaoran said the answer in her stomach, a scholar is a scholar, and what she said made eighteen turns, but it was very pleasant to listen to.

"The small stove in the deep room of Miyu, the rice and fish are cooked close to the Chinese kitchen." There was a leisurely smile on the corner of Ren Xiaoran's mouth, "Can't the fourth young master see it?"

Mu Shaoyi lowered her eyes, and said lightly, "I can't see through it. The food and drink at the table can't be eaten by Mr. Ren, so why are you looking for food here now? Could it be that cooking fragrant rice in another house can't be eaten by Xun Xin Home."

Ren Xiaoran laughed, "Where is it? The banquet at the house is of course a jade plate. It's just that there are uncles and aunts and elder brothers present. I don't feel comfortable. It's not as comfortable as the small stove in this hut."

Ziqing couldn't help nodding, that's right, who can open his arms when going to dinner, it's better to just make some at home to eat, at least to keep you full.

"Thinking that the Fourth Young Master also left the meeting as early as I did, why don't we come together?"

Ren Xiaoran suddenly had a whim, and invited Mu Shaoyi to have dinner together. The intention was obvious as a joke, but it was expected that he would refuse.

But he didn't expect that Mu Shaoyi gave him a condescending look, said "yes" coldly, and sat down opposite him...

(End of this chapter)