Xining sat and looked at the slaves who were kneeling on the ground: "You go about your business and don't worry about me."

What? It’s not until four o’clock in the afternoon that dinner is served. People are usually resting at this time. The slaves looked at each other and didn’t dare to get up.

The steward waved his hand: "Go and do whatever you have to do, collect the vegetables, wash them, go in and watch the fire, don't stay here without working."

As soon as the smart people heard this, they immediately got up and left respectfully to collect the so-called dishes. The stupid ones hid in the kitchen and found some work.

The cook in charge of the snacks began to think about what to eat for dinner. It seemed that she needed to prepare more. Miss Zunzi had some snacks, which were for ten people.

The meat was cooking in the pot, and the soup became more and more fragrant. When everyone was smelling the aroma, Xining felt that it was almost done and walked in.

"Come here, little one, don't burn the lady's hand." A Ling stretched out her hand, but was stopped by the steward.

"Girl, slow down! Let the little one do this." The little steward took the rag, put it on the pot lid, and picked it up.

A burst of heat suddenly rose, and Xining looked at the soup in the pot, especially the pieces of meat, which kept slurping and trembling in the boiling soup.

The steward couldn't help but ask: "Does this soup have a name?"

This soup is called Jianduxian, and it is a soup that is eaten every year in the Jiangnan area where bamboo shoots are grown when the bamboo shoots are on the market.

Xining thought for a while: "It's called Yipinxian." Yipinxian can still say it, but Yanduxian cannot be translated in this Chinese language.

The young steward nodded solemnly.

She picked up the spoon next to her and drank a little. She almost lost her eyebrows!

Bacon already contains salt, but now the soup has just the right saltiness, so there is no need to add water or salt.

I scooped out a piece of fresh meat and ate it calmly under the eyes of everyone. The fat meat was as cold as ice and melted in my mouth; the fine meat had been roasted until crispy, leaving a fragrant aroma on my lips and teeth.

It was so delicious that Xining almost shed tears. This is the essence of diet. Why do you need beautiful dishes? You can’t just look at them and eat them. Diet is mainly about food, you have to eat it!

Hurry up and get another piece of bacon. The meat of bacon is slightly tighter than bacon and has a unique flavor.

The bamboo shoots are extremely fresh and tender, with the aroma of meat.

Xining stood there with his eyes closed, chewing slowly in his mouth, enjoying it, enjoying it so much. There was a sound of swallowing all around.

Xining immediately picked up a bowl, selected it, and filled the bowl full of it.

A-ling took the bowl obediently and placed it on the low table next to her.

Can't you eat more now? Otherwise, the owner's intestines and stomach will not be able to bear it. If the soup is always clear and watery, but suddenly the oil and water increase, it will cause indigestion or diarrhea.

Xining looked at the soup in the pot regretfully: "Scoop out another bowl? I want to eat it tonight. Others? If anyone wants to eat, let's share it."

"Yes? Miss!" The steward didn't dare to say more. He was already swallowing saliva. He just wiped it with the back of his hand. He was afraid that if he said another word, the saliva would drip down.

Xining asked: "Aling, do you want to eat?"

It smells good, but it’s meat. How can you eat meat? A-Ling hesitated for a moment, but shook her head: “I’m not hungry yet.”

Not hungry yet? She eats this little thing every day. She is as hungry as a stick. Will she fall down if she doesn’t eat? She wants to eat meat anyway.

He would not go back to eat. Xining asked someone to put the low table on the stone, took a spoon and chopsticks, and started eating directly. After eating, he was already sweating and went back satisfied.

As soon as she left, the steward immediately rushed to the kitchen and shouted: "Save some for me!"

Before the spoon touched the meat in the soup pot, five or six servants with knives came in. They wanted to eat meat. If they didn't eat meat, how would they get the strength to guard the courtyard? These few happened to be on patrol, and they saw

Miss Zunzi entered the kitchen, and the aroma spread out to the yard. Just wait!

As a result, the servant with a knife scooped out a bowl each, and there was only enough left for each person.

When the little steward drank it, he almost shed tears. It was so delicious and delicious.

He held the bowl in his hands, with stars in his eyes: "It's really fresh, first-class delicious." Why didn't I think of cooking it like this before? Meat is meat, and bamboo shoots are bamboo shoots.

Only when you have eaten and drank enough can you be happy. After returning to the house, Xining touched his bulging belly, lay down for a while, and continued to sew clothes. This bowl of soup should be regarded as lunch.

At four o'clock, dinner came, and the "Yipinxian" had been heated. I guess I knew that Miss Zunzi had a big appetite, so this time I simply served the rice in men's bowls, plus snacks for three people.

The bowls used by men to serve rice are just ordinary small bowls. But there are no mini ones. They are like bowls for seasoning. This is crazy. I don’t know how these nobles can have so many romantic affairs when they are hungry.

, show mercy everywhere.

After Xining finished eating, he asked the maid who was about to move the low table back: "Tell them to prepare a piece of rib meat, bamboo shoots like today, and sauce tomorrow morning."

When she heard about meat, A Ling's head got bigger. She had already eaten two meals of meat. That should be enough. Do you still want to eat meat?

I heard the young lady order: "Get your clothes ready, I'm going to take a shower."

Do you still want to wash? I’m on my knees.

Looking at Ms. Zunzi with her long hair tied up on top of her head and taking a bath in the hot spring, Aling just wanted to cover her eyes. Eat meat and take a shower. What on earth did Miss Zunzi want to do? If outsiders found out, what would happen to the lady’s innocence?

The reputation is ruined.

After taking a shower, she felt refreshed and her stomach was full. Xining only wore two layers of single clothes with a Tang Yi on top. After letting her hair down, she walked back slowly.

I washed it quickly this time, and the dirt on my body was rubbed off yesterday. I really lost at least half a kilogram yesterday.

Sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, admiring the picturesque courtyard dyed red by the setting sun. The buds on the cherry blossom tree next to it have turned red, and they will only bloom in the next day or two.

A Ling couldn't bear it anymore: "Miss, you are taking a bath and eating meat. If Mrs. Mingzi finds out, Mrs. Mingzi will be angry."

Not only Mrs. Akiko, but almost everyone in Kyoto will laugh at her.

Xining smiled leisurely and contentedly: "Aling, I have figured it out. If I faint this time and never wake up..."

"Miss!" Aling was so frightened that she quickly interrupted her: "Don't say such unlucky words. Miss is a noble person and will definitely live a long life."

Hehe, you can live a hundred years, but the nobles here generally have short lifespans. Those who can live over forty years are considered to have lived a long life, and they have to celebrate the "forty years". If you continue to eat like this, how can you have the strength to have children?

"No, Aling, what I'm telling you is the truth. This time I fainted and really couldn't wake up, so there was nothing left." Xining said very freely: "So you can eat whatever you want and do whatever you want.

Just do whatever you want and treat the remaining days as if they were stolen. You should try the soup, it’s so delicious.”

A-Ling was speechless for a moment and sat on her knees for a long time: "Miss, I understand. No matter what Miss does in the future, A-Ling will support her!"

After all, he was a loyal servant. The body master took A Ling into the palace at that time. Until the moment of his death, A Ling stayed with her and shed a lot of tears for her. This time, she would not let A Ling be single again.

, stayed with her until she was in her twenties, becoming an old girl and not yet married.

Under the setting sun, the sky behind the ever-changing fire clouds gradually darkened. In the beautiful house, a noble lady sat, accompanied by a maid, looking at the picturesque scenery, quietly waiting for the darkness to fall.
Chapter completed!