Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 187 Why Are These Words So Familiar?

Without hesitation, the woman took the pot and started beating the eggs, and it took a whole hour to beat the eggs.

Apart from Han Duyue checking the eggs during the process, and adding some sugar after a while, there was no other action.

At the beginning, the nobleman could sit there calmly and watch the woman beating eggs, but when she realized that Han Duyue didn't seem to have used the other things she had prepared, she couldn't help but said: "Miss Han Don't you need to make some other preparations? Maybe I'll call someone in to help Miss Han?"

"No, I don't need other things, because I only need these two things to make 'Xiantao'." Han Duyue waved his hands, showing a bit of cunning in his eyes on purpose.

The noble man's eyes fell on the various ingredients on the table, and then drifted past the eggs that were still beating non-stop in the woman's hands, and finally fell on Han Duyue's face: "Then why does Miss Han still prepare these ingredients? "

"Oh, I'm actually being smart. I thought that you might not want others to see the ingredients of this 'Xiantao', so I deliberately ordered so many things to cover up." Having said this, Han Duyue blinked a little guilty. Blinking eyes, hesitantly continued, "Also, if you are satisfied with that 'Xiantao' later, can you reward me with these unused ingredients? This way our family can add several more dishes today .”

These words made the nobleman's mouth twitch uncontrollably, and finally said with a half-smile: "Then let's see if that 'Xiantao' can satisfy me."

"Then I'll thank you in advance." Han Duyue said with a smile on her face, but her eyes were secretly observing the nobleman's expression.

Just now she used the word "reward" on purpose. Such words are usually used by emperors, or people with high status to people with low status. The reason why Han Duyue used it was actually I want to see if this noble person will notice this word, or what will happen to this word.

In the end, it seemed that this person didn't notice the word, so Han Duyue couldn't help guessing, was this person used to using this word long ago, which is why he didn't respond?Or had she not noticed it at all?
If it is really the former, then this person's status must be very noble, right?After all, she is very young, so she can't be the elder to reward the younger generation, so it can only be a status advantage, right?

But these are all speculations, so Han Duyue dare not show it at all. After all, the more powerful a person is, the less he likes others to guess his thoughts. This kind of behavior is commonly known as "suspiciousness".

When the egg was finally beaten into a milky white fluffy and lovely meringue, Han Duyue changed its shape into a peach by himself, an uncolored, pure white peach.

"Taste it first, this is the 'Xiantao' that appeared at the Yang family's birthday banquet that day." Han Duyue handed it over with both hands, looking very respectful.

The woman who was in charge of breaking the eggs just received the nobleman's signal, reached out to take the object, dug out a corner from one side with a spoon, tasted it first, and waited for a while before placing it in front of the nobleman.

Seeing this scene, Han Duyue's heart twitched. Those things just now were all arranged by the nobleman. This meringue was also made by this person. Apart from shaping the meringue, it seemed that he had no chance to do anything else. something?
The nobleman moved his sleeve gracefully with one hand, and held the spoon in the other. He took a small mouthful, looked at it carefully, and then put it in his mouth. Putting down the spoon suddenly, I don't know what I was thinking in my heart, and no one spoke for a while.

Han Duyue silently watched from the sidelines, not knowing whether the nobleman was satisfied with this "Xiantao", let alone whether he had any other requests.

After a silence, the nobleman finally spoke, but instead of commenting, he asked, "Who else knows how to make this thing except you?"

Hey, why do these words sound so familiar?Isn't this what the bad guys ask when they are about to kill someone in TV dramas?

"Many people know about this, but they are all my relatives and friends. Don't worry, they will never tell this matter to the outside world." Han Duyue was a little worried, but had to answer truthfully. This noble person has already investigated herself, maybe she already knew these things.

Although it's also possible that she really didn't know, Han Duyue still didn't dare to bet on the possibility of such a thing.

The nobleman tapped the table with his slender and white fingers, and suddenly said: "I heard that your cooking skills are very good, I wonder if you can cook a few dishes for me today?"

"It's my honor to cook for you." Apart from nodding bitterly, what else could Han Duyue react?
The nobleman shook his eyebrows, his expression was calm but there was a majesty that was not well hidden: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, but I know that you are a noble and honorable person." Han Duyue shook his head honestly, and flattered him a few times.

The nobleman scanned Han Duyue from top to bottom again, and finally waved his hand directly: "Take her to the kitchen."

The woman standing behind the nobleman was about to agree to come down, but Han Duyue asked again: "Your nobleman, you haven't said how this 'Xiantao' tastes like just now?"

"The taste is okay." The nobleman simply commented, implying that it was okay, but not as mysterious and delicious as the rumors said.

For this answer, Han Duyue was also expected. After all, this thing is likely to be dedicated to the most honorable person here. If you ask what it is, you can't make nonsense that it is "Xiantao", right?

But if the truth is true and it is said that this is actually made of a few eggs, it is estimated that even if everyone thinks that the shape and taste of this thing are strange, the price will immediately drop.

Use an egg to celebrate the birthday of the Holy Spirit, your head is not broken, right?

Han Duyue also thought about these things, so after getting this answer, Han Duyue did not show any disappointment, but said plainly: "My lord, in fact, this was just made at the birthday banquet of Master Yang. s things."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" The nobleman raised his eyebrows, as if he understood what Han Duyue was trying to express.

Han Duyue said bluntly: "After I figured out this thing, I thought it was very novel, but the taste was just average. So after returning home, I have been thinking about this thing. Maybe I was lucky and Or, with the blessing of a noble person, I actually asked me to make something later. This thing looks the same as what I made today, but the taste is very different. I wonder if you are interested in trying it again, nobleman. This thing?"

Sure enough, flattery can also be self-taught, Han Duyue didn't know how he could think of the words "or there may be a noble person to bless".

When the nobleman heard this, his brows and eyes were really relieved, but the next moment he raised his brows: "Then why didn't you say these things just now?"

"Don't be angry, my lord. After all, what your lord wanted to see was the 'Xiantao' that appeared at the Yang family's birthday banquet that day. How dare I change it on my own initiative?" Han Duyue hurriedly explained with a look of uneasiness. Get up, "Besides, I also think that if you make the second thing directly, maybe you will only think it is delicious, but if you put it together with this 'Shou Tao' and compare it, it will be more reflective. It's delicious."

The nobleman knocked on the table and glanced at the pile of things on the table: "Then what materials do you need? You need to prepare additionally."

Seeing that the nobleman was not angry, Han Duyue let out a big breath on purpose, and said with a smile on his face, "I was planning to finish the 'Xiantao' and just this, so just now I dared to ask you to help me with all the things I need this time." and ready."

This is actually an explanation, which means that although Han Duyue didn't mention that thing at the beginning, she never planned to hide the nobleman, otherwise, how could she have prepared all the things that should be prepared at the beginning ?
The nobleman nodded, indicating that she could start.

Han Duyue also nodded, and with the help of the woman next to the nobleman, he began to make cream with a large bucket of fresh milk.

After another round of ordering, the last piece of irregularly shaped cream was brought to the nobleman: "Gentleman, because this thing is obtained from milk, so I gave it a temporary name called 'Cream' , you taste this thing first, if you think of a more satisfactory name later, why don't you please choose a name for it?"

The nobleman glanced at Han Duyue and didn't speak, while the woman standing beside took another sip dutifully, and after a while, the nobleman dug a spoonful and put it into her mouth.

This time the nobleman's performance was completely different from just now. Although she couldn't see too much expression change on her face, Han Duyue could clearly see that the nobleman's eyes lit up when she tasted the cream. When he got up, the lines of his entire face seemed to soften.

Han Duyue breathed a sigh of relief silently, and then pretended to mention unintentionally: "Speaking of which, this thing is much more complicated than making the 'Xiantao' before, and the milk to be used is still very precious. , look at the big bucket of milk just now, how much cream can be made now?"

This is to express in a disguised form that although this thing looks similar to the previous thing, the two are very different, not only the taste is different, but the value is also completely different.

The nobleman took several sips in a row before putting down the spoon, and his expression became softer: "Since you have already given it a name, let's call it cream."

"Thank you for giving it such a good name." Han Duyue smiled and smiled, and her movements were deliberately not standard at all, which naturally attracted a chuckle from the nobleman.

(End of this chapter)