Settle Down In Tang Dynasty

Pacify the dogs and let the soymilk go back to the kennel to have a rest. The soymilk grunts twice and then walks to the kennel with grievance. The fried dough sticks whimper past, wagging their tails happily and trying to lick the hair of soymilk.

Soya milk turned to use the head a top, directly open the dough sticks, but also mouth to the back of the dough sticks a bite, head up, extremely proud of the appearance, he slowly walked back to the kennel. The fried dough sticks shake their hair wet with soybean milk saliva. There is nothing wrong with it. They continue to run after the soybean milk and return to the kennel.

Xue Lang was stunned. Wanfu followed him to have a look. He came back and told Xue Lang, "if you want to have a pup with soy milk, it should not be less than steamed buns."

Xue Lang understood, only a sentence echoed in his heart --

soybean milk, you proud little bitch!

Never mind the dogs again! With such determination and complex feelings, Xue Lang simply went to direct xiuniang to deal with sweet potatoes.

The sweet potato brought back yesterday, xiuniang has been diligent in cleaning the soil and drying the water according to Xue Lang's instructions. She is waiting for Xue Lang to give an order and deal with it according to the master's instructions.

Xue Lang asked a Chen to get a stone mill, and by the way came a donkey who pulled the mill. After roughly estimating, he picked out a few catties of sweet potatoes, peeled them, cut them into thin strips, and soaked them in salt water first. Then drain the water and dry it in the oven.

Originally natural is the best natural sun drying, but now in a hurry, can only use the way of drying. This is a meticulous process. We can't be careless or anxious.

Xue Lang was baking slowly.

"Xue Zi, what kind of food are you cooking? What is this? I've never seen it before. "

A familiar voice sounded in his ear. Xue Lang didn't have to look back to know that it was su Han that made him laugh again. Xue Lang bet on his chest that this boy is more familiar with listening to Fengyuan than his yaoxiangju. He reports almost every day. Can he be unfamiliar!

Xue Lang said: "this thing is called sweet potato, eat it! However, these baked goods can't be eaten. I'll wait for the flour to be ground. If there's any left later, I'll get you something to eat. "

"Here it is

Hearing that there was food, Dr. Su was just like a model pupil. He was obedient, clever and good-looking. He was very impressive.

After drying a lot of sweet potato strips, the dried sweet potato strips were put into the stone mill, and Chen was told to drive the donkey to slowly grind into fine powder.

There are still some sweet potato sticks left. Xue Lang plans to bake some sweet potatoes to dry out. Besides baking, he throws two sweet potatoes into the oven, baking them and turning them over.

The smell of roasted sweet potato is known to all who have eaten it. It's exaggerated to say that it's fragrant for ten miles. However, Dr. Su, who is squatting beside him, must have smelled it. His face is paralyzed, but there is an urgent look in his eyes: "counsellor Xue, are you ripe? Are you ready? "

What about fan'er, the doctor of high cold?

Every time I see Su Han's true face, Xue Lang has the idea of self stabbing his eyes. I don't know people clearly! Where did he think Su Han was a cold and cool brother? It's just awful.

After a while, he poked the sweet potato with a stick, which was already soft. Xue Lang took the roasted sweet potato out of the stove: "pay attention to the hot, put it for a while first..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Han held a pair of chopsticks in his right hand and steadily picked up the roasted sweet potato. He turned out a dagger from his left hand. He was extremely flexible in picking out the slightly burnt skin of sweet potato, revealing the orange sweet potato flesh inside. He smelled the sweet taste and showed satisfaction in his eyes. While blowing, he said, "I'm good at swordsmanship, and my hands are dexterous Convenience, it won't burn me! "

Xue Lang: Do you think about your master's feelings when you use swordsmanship here? "

Su Han even thought about it for a while and said, "Shifu should not have thought about it. In the mountains, he used to take advantage of my swordsmanship and robbed me of a lot of meat. I didn't let him take away my delicious food until I got angry and tried to practice my sword

I feel that I have heard something. My impression of master Su Han is so bad that I can't even leave any dregs! Therefore, the story is deceptive, the reality is generally more tragic, simply do not want to face.

"Counsellor Xue, this sweet potato is delicious! Why don't you eat it? "

Su Han asked with concern. Xue Lang couldn't control the corner of his mouth and said, "it's too hot. I'll eat it later."

Su Han: "Xue counsellor, I'm not afraid of scalding!"

Xue Lang: If you eat too much sweet potato, you will accumulate food. "

Su Han: "it doesn't matter. I'm young and healthy. I'm not afraid to accumulate food."

What Can Xue Lang do? Can only wave: "in that case, you eat."

"Thank you for your advice."

If not facial nerve necrosis caused by facial paralysis, Xue Lang believes that Su Han must be smiling. Thinking of this, I can't help but soften my heart. Anyway, he used to eat it, so I'll give Su Han who hasn't eaten any fresh food.

After eating two, Su Han's eager eyes looked at the sweet potato pile next to him and asked in a low voice, "Xue counsellor, can I have another one?"

Xue Lang laughs: "eat too much really can accumulate food.""I'm not afraid. I'll practice swordsmanship a little more."

If you're a good kid, learn from your experience. Su Han is already an adult. If he doesn't listen to his advice, Xue Lang will let him go. He will know when he accumulates food once.

Sure enough, Xue Lang didn't expect that Su Han would regret it at dinner time! Because we had noodles with soy sauce for dinner. Unfortunately, he could only smell the sweet smell and feel his round stomach in silence. He felt sorry for himself and pondered how to persuade xiuniang to make such a bowl of noodles for him tomorrow morning.

In other words, Rugui is more familiar with Su Han here than in his own home. He quietly transfers Su Han's share of the case to the auditorium. The direct result is that every time he comes back from work, Su Han voluntarily and actively reports for duty, with a face paralyzed and innocent eyes open.

Jiang Lin is not at home, and the servants can't eat with him at the table. It's empty to eat alone. Su Han, a big eater, makes Xudu feel lively. Not to mention anything else, in Xue Lang's eyes, he could only be regarded as ordinary, and there was room for hurry. In Su Han's eyes, it was just like delicious food, which made Xue Lang's appetite much better.

After dinner, Xue Lang took a walk in the yard. Su Han automatically disappears back to his own courtyard, leaving Xue Lang with some personal space of his own. This is one of the fundamental reasons why Xue Lang didn't drive him away.

After taking a walk for a while, after washing, Xue Lang went to bed and had a rest.

Yes, the bed was finally made, with a thick wool mattress. Naturally, he couldn't catch up with Simmons in later generations, but it was better than that on the floor.

People's adaptability is a real fear. When he was just wearing it, Xue Lang couldn't sleep. He always woke up for half a night to fall asleep. Now, in just a few months, the biological clock adapts to the work and rest of the ancient times, and falls asleep when you dip into the bed.

It didn't rain today. It was a fine day. The stars in the sky were twinkling. It was supposed to be a quiet night, because Su Han, who had eaten too much sweet potatoes, was still practicing his sword to kill food!

Su Han was so nervous that he forgot Xue Lang's warning that he was not allowed to climb the wall. He directly turned over the courtyard wall, turned down flexibly, and just landed on the ground. He felt that there was a wind in his ear --

subconsciously, he turned his head and blocked his sword in his hand, and whispered: "who is coming?"