The seventh day of the seventh month is Chen Yanshan’s birthday.

Si Luwei got up early in the morning and cooked him a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Before he could get up, she slipped away first.

She went to the restaurant.

This restaurant is called "Wen Family Restaurant". Because Si Luwei's uncle is called Wen Yasheng, everyone in Nanhu County knows that he is an imperial chef.

Boss Wen died, and the restaurant was taken over by Mrs. Xu, and it was handed over to his servants to take care of it. Because the "Wen Family Restaurant" is a signboard, the name has not been changed, although the boss has long since disappeared from Wen's surname.

Si Luwei is studious and diligent, and has learned all the signature dishes of his uncle.

Every time she comes to the restaurant, people prepare various side dishes and seasonings, waiting for her to put them in the pot.

The signature dishes are expensive, so few of them are specially ordered. She only comes three times a month, which is the fifth day of the lunar month, the fifteenth day of the lunar month and the twenty-fiveth day of the year. She only cooks three or four dishes each time.

But only these three or four copies have preserved the reputation of the restaurant and the restaurant business has always been good.

Mrs. Xu was very polite to her, and the monthly money was given by the chef.

"Luwei, why are you here?" The shopkeeper greeted her, "I didn't make a reservation yesterday, so I'm afraid I didn't have to do it today."

This is a polite word from the shopkeeper.

On Friday, there are no reservations for signature dishes in the restaurant, and Si Luwei shouldn't have come today.

Regardless of whether she wants to cook or not, Si Luwei's money is taken as the money. The shopkeeper also knows her worth, and knows that she and her young master have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and they have to like her wife. They may be the young lady in the future and are always very attentive to her.

"I'm bored at home, come and see if I want to help." Si Lu said.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Then you might as well go to the old house and talk to your wife for a while. She may have heatstroke these days and is not very comfortable."

Si Luwei hurriedly turned around and left.

Mrs. Xu is indeed not very comfortable.

She said that she had hired a doctor and there was no big problem, she was just a little heatstroke and had no appetite.

Si Luwei said: "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything." Mrs. Xu sighed.

"Do you eat sour gouache?" Si Lu asked softly.

Mrs. Xu couldn't help but swallow and spit.

As soon as she heard her say sour gouache, she couldn't help but feel a little appetite.

"You kid!" Mrs. Xu smiled, "Only you want it!"

Si Lu smiled and went to the kitchen to work hard.

Although she is not the Xu family’s private kitchen, she is similar to her cook, taking Mrs. Xu’s monthly routine.

Sour gouache is simple to say, but it is not that true.

First, soak the rice and add the lees.

Then grind the soaked rice into rice paste by yourself.

The rice slurry is burned on a hot pot and soon becomes a thin layer. It is cut into shreds and mixed with balsamic vinegar and various seasonings to make it cool.

Rice is a bit sweet in nature, with the sweetness and sourness of wine lees and the balsamic vinegar, which is sweet, fragrant and a little sour, and can also be regarded as a staple food. It is the best food for people who have no appetite in midsummer.

Cooking requires teaching by example.

Even if you watch from the side, you may not be able to learn the essence.

Si Luwei's uncle serves the palace queen, emperor, princes and princesses, with exquisite craftsmanship and every taste that can be brought to the extreme without conflicting with each other.

He taught Si Luwei little by little, and Si Luwei also learned very well.

She worked for three hours and made a large plate of sour gouache.

Smelling the fragrance of rice and a little sour, Mrs. Xu's appetite slightly aroused.

She was still nauseous, but believed in Si Luwei's skills, so she inhale hard and stuffed her mouth.

The rice noodles are cool and smooth, and the entrance is slightly slid into the throat, without any obstacles.

Mrs. Xu felt that her appetite was low these days and she was difficult to swallow food, but she was extremely smooth at this moment.

After two mouthfuls, the stomach became alive.

She finished a bowl without realizing it and said, "Is there any?"

"Madam, you should eat less." Si Luwei said, "Take it slow so you won't be digested."

"Then eat half a bowl." Mrs. Xu smiled, a little embarrassed.

The little maid goes to the festival.

Just at this moment, the gate of the courtyard rang.

Si Luwei heard Xu Fengqing's voice.

She couldn't help but stand up and said, "I'll go open the door."

She hurried over in the scorching sun.

When he opened the yard gate, he saw Xu Fengqing sweating profusely. His hair grew a little bit longer, and was wet with sweat, and it stuck to his sideburns, making his hair look darker and darker.

He was too hot and his face turned red. When he saw Si Luwei, he was surprised, and his face seemed to be even more red.

"......My cousin sent me a telegram saying that my mother had heatstroke." Xu Fengqing said, "Luwei, why are you here?"

"Madam has no appetite, I'll make some delicious food for her." Si Lu smiled.

Xu Fengqing really wanted to hold her hand.

Both of them walked in, their faces red.

Mrs. Xu was so happy when she saw her son come back. In addition, she had just had a good meal and her whole body improved.

When Xu Fengqing saw that his mother was quite energetic, she finally let go of her worries along the way.

"There is something delicious again!" Xu Fengqing was very happy.

Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "Are you afraid there is no delicious food in the future?"

Si Luwei was stunned when she heard this. She understood it, and was very surprised. Her ears suddenly became hot and she was so embarrassed that she was at a loss.

Xu Fengqing was also very embarrassed, but she couldn't help but want to laugh, and she looked extremely stupid.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xu felt comfortable in her body and mood. Looking at them, they looked very compatible and were both very beautiful people.

Si Luwei has a pair of particularly beautiful eyes. Mrs. Xu imagines that her grandson or granddaughter has such good eyes, and her heart is about to melt. She wishes that her son would marry Si Luwei into the house immediately.

Mrs. Xu had enough food and drink, so she went to take a nap.

Xu Fengqing and Si Luwei were talking in the main hall.

He took a banana fan, squirted the wind for a moment, and then slapped Si Lu a few more times.

Si Luwei seemed to be hotter.

"......I told my mother." Xu Fengqing's voice was very low and gentle, "She is very happy. She has always liked you."

Si Luwei's heartbeats a little fast, and she doesn't know what to say.

"Why did you suddenly say this?" she murmured, her voice not very much like her, and she was too gentle.

"She saw it and asked me." Xu Fengqing said, "I admit it. Lu Wei, isn't this good? My mother agreed, she can get married at the end of this year... You can go to Nanchang Mansion with me next year."

Si Luwei's face suddenly turned pale.

Seeing her face change, Xu Fengqing's heart also sank. He cherished Si Luwei too much and was a little worried about gains and losses.

"What's wrong?" He looked at Si Luwei, very nervous, his face flushed and faded away, and he became a little pale.

"Brother Feng Qing, I..." She bit her lip.

Xu Fengqing's heart sank: "Have you changed your mind?"

"No!" Si Luwei said hurriedly.

Xu Fengqing's heart calmed down a little, but it was still hanging.

"You're back, I'll go prepare supper." Si Lu went to the kitchen as if she was running away.

The kitchen was very hot, and she was sweating and chilling.

Xu Fengqing returned to his study room and couldn't sit still for a moment. His whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. He didn't understand what Si Luwei meant.

She was busy until after six o'clock, and then she finished her supper.

Seeing that she was sweating, Mrs. Xu said, "Luwei, take a shower and have dinner together."

When she was young, she had a similar figure to Si Luwei and had a lot of good clothes.

Si Lu nodded slightly.

When they had dinner, it was already 7:30 in the evening, and it was not completely dark yet.

Xu Fengqing took out a long pole net: "I used to catch cicadas, but it's not broken. I want to catch some fireflies. Will we go together? "

"Okay." Si Lu nodded slightly.

She planned to talk about her own affairs to Xu Fengqing.

But Chen Yanshan would not let her go.

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