Dongmenli's hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air, and his whole body froze!
"So warm..."
He lowered his head and a tear fell from his eye.
"My mother was weak, so she would stew a pot of red date and black-bone chicken soup every month. When I was a child, I was ignorant and always had to compete with my mother to drink it. The warm feeling of this soup is like my mother's embrace, which is reassuring."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the soup bowl in his hand, with mist in his eyes, blurring his vision.
"Later, my mother passed away from illness. I stewed his favorite nourishing soup. There were all kinds of soups, but she couldn't taste them anymore..."
After saying that, he picked up the spoon and continued to drink one mouthful after another until he finished the pot of soup. He smiled with satisfaction.
“Dr.
He put down the empty bowl, looked at Xia Jin, and said sincerely:
"Dr. Xia, I lost!"
He was convinced!
Xia Jin looked at Mr. Liao who was moved to the side and wiped away tears. This guy's eyelids were quite thin.
But no matter what, she finally got the spices she wanted, which solved the urgent need of the Food God Hall!
Dongmenli ordered people to pack a large basket of spices, which was more than the spices they auctioned.
This is obviously much more than what Dongmenli promised to Xia Jin.
"Chef Xia, can I come over often from now on and ask you about your cooking skills?" Dongmen Li asked.
These words only made the imperial chefs who were helping with the packing dumbfounded. Dongmenli was arrogant and arrogant, and he always had his own way of treating everyone. Even if the other party was the emperor, he had never been used to it.
Today he said he was ill and didn't want to cook. The emperor had no idea. In short, he had a casual and eccentric personality.
This is my first time using honorifics and actively asking for advice!
"I'm in the Food God Hall. If the chef from Dongmen wants to come, he's welcome any time!" Xia Jin said.
"Shishentang, I've written it down!" Dongmenli nodded.
After packing the spices, Xia Jin and Liao Lao returned along the original route. Along the way, Liao Lao humbly asked for advice.
This is the first time I have met an old man with such a strong desire to learn.
Xia Jin briefly explained the recipe and the control of the stewing heat. Mr. Liao listened attentively until he was interrupted by a burst of noise when he passed a corner.
They had just walked out of the imperial kitchen. The road needed to go around a small garden. At this moment, next to the rockery in the garden, several eunuchs were surrounding a young eunuch and beating him.
The beaten eunuch fell to the ground and held his head motionless.
"Trash, let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"
The eunuch with a rude face raised his foot and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen. The pain made him vomit, but the eunuch didn't give up and picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at his head.
"Stop!" Xia Jin walked over.
"There are so many of you, why are you bullying a little eunuch?" Xia Jin despised bullying the weak.
She is not a bad person, she just looks uncomfortable.
If you are really that fierce and powerful, challenge a big guy alone! Wouldn't it be more challenging?
Bullying someone weaker than herself is no different from being a weakling in her opinion!
"We advise you not to meddle in other people's business!" The eunuch raised his orchid finger and glared at Xia Jin fiercely.
Xia Jin crossed her arms and said, "I don't care, how can you do this?"
Another eunuch beside him whispered in his ear, "He is the person invited by the chef of Dongmen!"
Hearing this sentence, the eunuch twitched his lips.
"It was just a misunderstanding!" Then he turned around and ran away with the person!
Xia Jin walked over, looked at the little eunuch who was still curled up on the ground and protecting his head, took out a wound ointment from the cloth bag and handed it to him.
This was made by Xia Jin herself. It can treat burns and all injuries. As a chef, this is a must-have item, so Xia Jin will carry it with her.
The little eunuch looked at the medicine bottle handed over by Xia Jin. This medicine bottle was an oblate ceramic bottle, covered with ice cracks, and a peach blossom was painted on the lid, which was extremely exquisite.
He didn't pick it up, but changed from curling up on the ground to kneeling with his head bowed.
Seeing that he was submissive, Xia Jin had no choice but to grab his hand and stuff the medicine bottle into his palm.
The eunuch raised his head, and Xia Jin could see his face clearly.
This little eunuch, who looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, has a pair of big eyes, with clear black and white, thick upturned eyelashes, a length and curvature that all girls envy, and a tall nose with thick lips.
Thick, shiny and full.
This young and fresh appearance, coupled with this weak and pitiful energy, if placed in modern times, I don't know how many sisters would be captured.
In short, he looks and feels like the kind of little white rabbit brother who can inspire the protectiveness of his sisters.
Such a cute little eunuch was beaten like this.
Xia Jin felt a little distressed for a moment. After all, you have to control your appearance. It feels like you see a perfect piece of art that has been scratched with a knife and the paint has been peeled off.
"What's your name?" Xia Jin asked.
"I don't have a name, everyone calls me little slave." The young man showed his wrist, with the word "slave" branded on it with a soldering iron.
Xia Jin frowned, this word was really dazzling!
"Who doesn't have a name? Why don't I give you one? Let's call it... Wen Yu!"
"It sounds so noble, but I'm not worthy of my low status." The young man lowered his head with a timid look on his face.
Xia Jin held his face and patted it gently, "You are so good-looking, even more beautiful than the pure and flawless mutton-fat white jade. This name suits you best!"
Wen Yu froze on the spot, looking at Xia Jin blankly, a flash of light seemed to flash in her big black and white eyes.
Xia Jin stood up and looked at the sky.
"Wen Yu, I have to go. By the way, next time if they dare to bully you again, just pick up everything you can to defend yourself and fight back, then run to a place with many people, and shout as loudly as possible. This way
Next time, they have to consider whether they can bear the consequences of being punished by the father-in-law for fighting!"
"Chef Xia, it's time for us to leave!" reminded the old man standing outside the garden.
Xia Jin waved to Wen Yu, turned around and walked out.
"This kind of thing happens often in the palace. In fact, you will get used to it after seeing it a few times." said Mr. Liao.
"At least I saw it, so I can't just ignore it," Xia Jin said.
Mr. Liao laughed, "Chef Xia is also a heroic person."
"also?"
"Actually, Chef Dongmen will often help these little eunuchs who are being bullied. Although he may look unkind to others, he is actually a warm-hearted person. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten to know him well, and I wouldn't be able to trust him in the kitchen.
Leave the position of chef to him," said Mr. Liao.
Xia Jin raised her eyebrows, "You can't judge a person by his appearance~"
Mr. Liao touched his beard and laughed, "Isn't that right~"
"By the way, Chef Xia will participate in the annual food festival in three months!"
