As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 363 Green Vegetable Lean Meat Porridge
When he didn't get a response from the other party, Ning Youan didn't feel embarrassed and continued talking to himself: "What about the purchase order? Only after we get the purchase order can we make a travel plan."
"What you buy or which way you take are none of your business." Qi Yuan's tone was quite rude, "Master Ning, just prepare the money."
Ning Youan was completely stunned, "I, prepare the money?"
"Otherwise? The palace needs your caravan?"
Is this what the fuck is saying?
"I, he..." The words of greetings to the ancestors came to his throat and took another sharp turn, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing me your love. Ning is very flattered."
Ning Youan forced a smile, turned around and winked at Tuanzi, "Tuanzi, take the silver."
Tuanzi looked at his smile that was uglier than mourning, and asked weakly: "How much do you want to take?"
"You can take whatever you have, and it is a blessing for us untouchables to be able to contribute to the prince!"
Ning Youan used the word "untouchable" very seriously, and he felt like peeling off his skin and drinking his blood.
Qi Yuan didn't take his words to heart at all. After receiving the money, he turned over and jumped on the horse. He lowered his head and told everyone: "Take your things and set off."
His arrogant attitude made him think he was the boss.
Zhao Ying's subordinates ignored him and looked at Meng Yuan instead.
Qi Yuan's eyes also fell on him. There was no change in his face, but there was a hint of pressure in his eyes.
Meng Yuan avoided his sight, sat on the bullock cart at the front, and said in a leisurely tone, "Did you hear everything? Pack your things and follow Mr. Qi."
The road was slippery on rainy days, coupled with strong winds and heavy rain from time to time, making the journey very difficult.
The journey that was supposed to take one and a half days ended up being delayed for three whole days.
On the first night after arriving in Li County, Qi Yuan finally realized his conscience and booked a decent inn for everyone to eat and rest.
After finally being able to have a decent meal, a group of people ordered wine and food in an angry manner, and the table was piled with red and green colors.
The skills of the cooks in the small place were limited, and the food they cooked was not very delicious. Especially for Meng Yuan, who was used to eating delicious food, those dishes that were stir-fried with salt were simply unpalatable.
He simply ate a few mouthfuls and then lost his appetite, but he was still hungry and couldn't do anything without eating, so he simply added a few coins and borrowed the small charcoal stove in the kitchen to cook vegetable and lean meat porridge.
The room was extremely quiet, the crackling of burning coals and the pattering of rain falling on the eaves were intertwined, making the sound particularly rhythmic.
Meng Yuan opened the lid of the pot and stirred the gradually thickening rice porridge with a spoon. The strong aroma of rice and meat penetrated his nostrils along with the white mist.
He suddenly remembered that the day he woke up, Qingqing also used such a small stove to cook a pot of vegetable and lean meat porridge for himself. The aroma of that pot of porridge seemed to be stronger than this one.
A dark shadow flashed outside the house, perhaps noticing the burning oil lamp inside the house, and then stepped back.
Meng Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at the black figure, and said calmly: "If Master Qi doesn't mind, come in and have a bowl of porridge."
There was a moment of silence, then the door was pushed open and Qi Yuan strode in.
Meng Yuan didn't look at him again, and calmly took a bowl to fill the porridge.
The white and glutinous rice porridge, illuminated by the light, exudes a luster like jade, which is particularly attractive on such a cold rainy night.
Qi Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the porridge with an unusually focused expression, and said nothing for a long while.
Meng Yuan was not a talkative person either. He put the porridge bowl on the table, bent down and filled another bowl for himself, and drank it leisurely while standing in front of the rainy window.
"My mother loved cooking porridge like this when I was little, but she never had it again." Qi Yuan suddenly began to speak, his voice was low and soft, with an imperceptible tenderness.
Meng Yuan replied, "Really?", followed by a long silence.
Qi Yuan picked up the porridge bowl, leaned against the table and sipped it in small sips.
A rainy day is indeed a good time to drink porridge. After a bowl of hot porridge hits your stomach, the organs in your body that were numb from the cold feel better again.
He continued to speak slowly: "I was wrong, the porridge my mother cooked is not as delicious as this."
His mother only cooked meat porridge because there was too little meat to feed the whole family, so she had to chop it into pieces and mix it into the porridge to give everyone a taste of the meat.
But the bowl of porridge in my hand is obviously not due to lack of meat.
Meng Yuan was finally willing to answer the question: "My wife taught me. She likes to study all kinds of delicacies. Well, she also made this."
He took out a piece of sesame shortbread from the package and handed it to Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment and answered.
The shortbread cake tastes very good, fragrant and crispy. When you bite into it, the crumbs fly everywhere. It is much more delicious than those unnamed cakes in the palace.
He ate the shortbread in big gulps, waved his hand to Meng Yuan, said "thank you" and turned to leave.
Meng Yuan listened to the heavy rain outside the window, rubbed his fingers across the warm bottom of the bowl, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled softly.
I don't know whether it was because of Qi Yuan's quiet change of attitude, or because he remembered Shen Qingqing's charming appearance when she was busy in the kitchen.
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Xiangcheng.
Because she encountered people demonstrating on the way, Shen Qingqing almost missed the time to go to Zuixian Tower to meet the walking Tao Te Ching - Gu Jiali.
After asking the waiter about the location of the box, she hurried upstairs holding up the hem of her skirt.
She opened the door, and what appeared in front of her was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue gown, with a handsome appearance, fair complexion, and elegant temperament, like a frail scholar.
——It is completely different from the image of the Dali Temple Minister in Shen Qingqing's imagination.
Seeing that she was stunned and speechless, Gu Jiali took the initiative to speak: "Miss..." His cold eyes fell on her hair, and he changed his words, "Madam is General Zhao who wanted to investigate with me in the letter."
The person who committed the crime?”
"Exactly." Shen Qingqing bowed and saluted him with a dignified attitude, "Shen Qingqing, a commoner, has met Mr. Gu."
Gu Jiali still looked at her hair, frowned, and said slowly: "Isn't Madam here in a hurry?"
"Huh?" Shen Qingqing was confused and didn't understand what he meant.
He raised his finger and pointed at his hair, "The hairpin is crooked."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
Although I was confused, I still followed his instructions and straightened the hairpin.
Gu Jiali breathed a sigh of relief, looked back calmly, and finally said: "Sit down."
Shen Qingqing sat down as she was told and poured herself a cup of tea carelessly. During her movement, she knocked the chopsticks placed beside the bowl askew, causing the people opposite her to cast strange glances.
"Master Gu, are you thirsty?" Shen Qingqing picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea.
Gu Jiali didn't take the tea, and he endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He walked to her and straightened the crooked chopsticks, and then returned to their original positions with relief.
Shen Qingqing blinked her eyes, looked up at the man opposite, and asked: "Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
The man didn't understand what she said, but he guessed the general meaning and explained: "Etiquette cannot be abolished."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is just obsessive-compulsive disorder, but can it be said so grandly?