The weather was getting hotter in May, so Mr. Bai ordered people to make many colorful boats and put them in the lotus pond, decorating them with calamus and mugwort. This not only corresponded to the Dragon Boat Festival, but also worried that Cen Yunchu would get tired of seeing the same scenery all day long.
"Master, it's time for us to have dinner. Do you want to eat here or go back to your room?" When there is nothing else to do, Manager Bai always serves the meal himself, fearing that others are not attentive enough.
"Go back!" Cen Yunchu stood up. She had been sitting here for a long time and was a little tired.
"Master, please be patient, be careful of the steps under your feet, and ask the old slave to help you!" Manager Bai hurriedly followed, fearing that Cen Yunchu might make a mistake.
If this little ancestor loses a hair or scratches some skin, the hidden guards will have to report it.
He couldn't bear it.
Since the man brought a cook last time, Cen Yunchu no longer only eats two or three bites of each meal like before.
Firstly, she promised the man to take good care of his body, and secondly, the food prepared by the cook was indeed very suitable to her taste.
"Master, look at how cute these little rice dumplings are today," Manager Bai pointed at the various styles of rice dumplings on the plate on the table. "I will wash my hands now and peel a few for you to try."
Although there are thirty or forty rice dumplings on this plate, each one is only no bigger than the belly of a man's finger. They don't look like food, but more like something to play with.
There are five- and six-cornered ones, seven- and eight-cornered ones, and even nine- and twelve-corner ones.
The leaves used to wrap the rice dumplings are also of various kinds. After peeling them off, there are sweet, salty, yellow rice, glutinous rice, and purple rice.
The inside is either wrapped in a half-crescent-shaped egg yolk, or embedded with a small lotus seed.
Others have money ham sandwiched between them and sweet cheese wrapped in them.
"These rice dumplings are cooked separately to ensure that there is no odor transfer at all. Master, would you like osmanthus honey? Or put some plum blossom sugar?" Mr. Bai has the ability to serve others.
Each rice dumpling is peeled extremely completely and beautifully, and you can create various patterns on how to place the spoons, how to hold the plate and bowl, and even how to peel the fruit.
Cen Yunchu ate a green rice dumpling with the fragrance of mugwort.
That familiar feeling appeared again.
"Master, what's wrong? Does it smell wrong?" Manager Bai's ability to detect facial expressions is first-rate. Cen Yunchu paused for a moment before he noticed it.
"Can you call this cook over? I want to see him." Cen Yunchu stopped eating.
No matter how delicious the food was, she would never eat it until she was only seventy percent full.
"Look what you said, this place is yours. If you want to see someone, you don't have to call him right away." Manager Bai called a maid over as he spoke.
"Go and call Chef Li over and tell him that the master wants to see him. Ask him to change his clothes and don't let the smoke smoke smoke the master." Manager Bai ordered.
After a while, the maid led an old man of about sixty years old in.
After the man came in, he stood far away and said hello.
"Come closer and tell the master." Manager Bai reminded him to walk further.
"Where are you from?" Cen Yunchu asked him.
"The old slave is from Yingzhou. He left his hometown when he was young." The man lowered his head and answered Cen Yunchu's question with great respect.
"How do you know my taste?" Cen Yunchu was very curious. Even the Cen family's cook may not be able to cook every meal to her taste. "Raise your head and let me see."
"This old slave is just trying his best. It's rare for the master to like him. The old slave looks ugly. Please forgive me for the offence." The cook raised his head slightly after saying this.
Cen Yunchu looked carefully and realized that he probably didn't recognize him.
But after taking a look at Cen Yunchu, the man couldn't control his tears and just tried his best to hold them back.
"The mugwort rice dumplings you made are delicious. It's the festival. Let me give you a ring!" Cen Yunchu said, taking off the ring on his hand and giving it to him.
"The old slave is scared. Serving the master is my blessing, how can I ask for a reward?" The cook did not dare to accept it.
"Master asked you to take it as a reward. Just take it! Just serve it more carefully from now on." Manager Bai said, "Has the soup arrived?"
"Here it comes, here it comes." The maid hurriedly brought the soup to the table.
"Zongzi is not easy to digest, so I made a burnt yam soup." The cook said hurriedly.
Jiao crumbs are made by crushing slightly fried rice, putting it together with yam, adding a little sugar and simmering it over low heat, which is the best way to warm the stomach and eliminate food.
Cen Yunchu drank another half of the bowl of soup, rinsed his mouth and washed his hands, and the meal was finished.
"Master, please don't just sleep. Let's go to the corridor and play with the birds and warblers, okay?" Manager Bai saw that Cen Yunchu seemed a little sleepy, and was afraid that she would fall asleep after eating and accumulate food.
Cen Yunchu didn't want to move, but Manager Bai added: "I got up early and prepared some paint, paper and pen. Master, you might as well make a few strokes."
Cen Yunchu looked at the pen and paper on the desk next to him. He hadn't picked up a pen for a long time.
I walked over slowly, picked up the pen, and drew a few strokes on the paper, and a bluegrass appeared on the paper with grace and charm.
Before she finished the painting, she suddenly frowned, put the pen aside, and refused to paint any more.
She couldn't take it for granted unconsciously. She wanted to leave here without compromising.
After all, Chen Yunchu had taken a nap, and Manager Bai came out holding the unfinished painting.
There was also a small book in his arms, which recorded Cen Yunchu's daily diet every day.
Including what kind of makeup I put on, what kind of clothes I wore, what I said, and how long I was in a daze. Everything, no matter how big or small, is recorded on it.
"This is for the past three days. You can give it away." Manager Bai said to a follower, "Be careful not to wrinkle it."
Cen Yunchu slept until the evening before getting up. The weather was hot and he had to take a bath after taking a nap every day.
By the time everything was packed up, the sun was about to set.
Manager Bai came in with a smile on his face, followed by several people, holding several large trays filled with pearls, jade, agate crystals.
"My master sent this to me. I heard that you have been eating well and sleeping well these days. I am very happy. These are all rewards."
Cen Yunchu took a look at the gold, jewels and shells, and saw that the man was very arrogant and would always bring these things to her.
She despised it from the bottom of her heart. What was the use of giving more treasures to a prisoner? They couldn't be taken out.
But today she changed her mind. She wanted to be obedient and be his forbidden wife.
If you don't want it yourself, you have to test it and see how far he can tolerate it.
"Bai Fu, ask someone to carry these things and follow me."
The weather is hot, and Cen Yunchu’s evening makeup is very cool.
The towering goddess bun made her face more noble.
The tulle collar couldn't cover up the long and graceful neck.
The sleeves were specially made shorter, and the cinnabar marks on the wrists were as red as blood. Manager Bai was frightened every time he looked at them.
"It's rare that the master is interested. Where are we going?" Manager Bai asked hurriedly.
"Feed the fish." Cen Yunchu didn't even look back.
