Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 157 Pit Depth 048 Meters Thousand-Character Quotes (4)
"No, where am I?" Mo Jiu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but felt that he was so familiar, as if she had just seen him yesterday, she asked again: "Who are you? Why are you in my dream? "

His black hair was light, his robe brushed the floor, and he smiled softly, as if he was very happy to see her again, but he didn't answer her words, he just held her hand tightly and walked towards the imperial mausoleum. The stone stairs below were bottomless, It was like a cloud and mist, deep and terrifying, she wanted to pull her hand away, but he held on tightly.

"Don't be afraid, Jiu'er, let's go home."

A strong sense of suffocation shrouded her whole world in darkness, and she sat up from the bed with a yell, "Don't!"

Aunt Lan rushed in, "Ninth Miss, what's wrong with you?"

The situation in the dream was a bit confusing, the place was like the picture of the Yinshan Imperial Tomb before she crossed, but it felt like the road she walked by snuggling up to Xiao Qian in the ice room—what a weird dream.

Mo Jiu stared at Aunt Lan's worried face, shook his head, inserted ten fingers into Ling's messy hair and scratched, "I dreamed that I was punished by Da Furen again. If I don't eat for three days, I will starve to death." me."

Aunt Lan: "..."

Mo Jiu, who was fighting with food even in her dreams, the first thing she did when she woke up was to see if the jar of kimchi she made yesterday was tasty.

Open the lid, it is very fragrant.

She poked it a few times with her chopsticks, took out a piece, tasted it was good, nodded with a smile and asked Aunt Lan to put some on a plate, and went to the stove to get porridge and steamed buns, and ate them with kimchi.

At this time, the eldest lady sent a girl to make clothes for her, so Mo Jiu also kindly sent a dish to the eldest lady.

These days, for the welfare of her mouth, she often thinks of some fresh fancy dishes, and teaches the cooks on the stove to cook and eat them. From curiosity to experimentation, the eldest lady quietly believed in her foodie taste.

This kimchi has a unique taste, and soon won the favor of the eldest lady.During the period of Dalang's marriage, the food in the house was too oily and meaty, and she was already tired of it. She felt that the pickles were just right, so she hurriedly asked someone to send a message to Mo Jiu to make another pot to honor the old lady.

Today's mother-in-law asks her daughter-in-law to do things, that is, she directly uses orders.But when Mo Jiu gave her kimchi, he had already thought about what to do next.

Of course, she will not do it for the eldest lady and the old lady, but to satisfy her own appetite.

She doesn't know how to do things that are too complicated, but she knows how to do things that are too simple.After breakfast, she went to the stove by making food for the eldest lady, asked the cook to bring a large basket of duck eggs, and found alkali, salt, firewood ash and other items, adjusted the ashes, and then let the servant Bringing a basket of wheat bran, I was ready to fulfill my promise... to make preserved eggs, and I gave two to Xiao Liulang.

After all, Xiao Liulang finally asked Xue Fang to bring her medicine. Reciprocity is a virtue.

Smoke was rising from the stove, and she was busy in the yard outside the stove. She washed the duck eggs one by one and put them in the basket without fear of the rain getting wet. stucco.

Everyone in the house knew that she was not good at thinking. The maids who waited on her in the Nanshan courtyard spent a few days with her. Seeing that she had no airs and didn't like to order others, she was naturally happy to be at leisure and didn't bother to help. Squat down to help her mix the ashes and wrap duck eggs.

Mo Jiu prepared a hundred preserved eggs in one go, and worked until noon, and the duck eggs in the bamboo basket were not finished yet.

But she did it with ease and enjoyed it.

In her opinion, there is nothing more worth looking forward to in this world than eating... She bowed her head and hummed, wrapping eggs beautifully, thinking about what the preserved eggs look like when they are edible, and a pair of soap shoes were parked on her lap before.

(End of this chapter)