Mistress Bailuyuan opened a small kitchen when she was pregnant. Every day, the small kitchen only came to fetch some fresh ingredients. The young man also followed the rules. They didn't care if he took more or less ingredients.
Occasionally, the mistress would ask them to buy something fresh if she wanted to eat it. They would always bring the money directly, or they would buy it themselves and send some to the big kitchen.
As for Wan Shuang Yuan, the two young gentlemen have their share in it, and there is even a monthly balance.
There are almost no extra dishes. Occasionally, the young men will send someone to tell them what they want to eat. It is not a big deal to change the dishes.
The master of the house is a good waiter. Originally, the cousin girl didn't have dinner, so they did it. How could there be no food in such a big house and big kitchen.
It's just that the servants are spreading the word that the mistress' fall was the fault of the cousin, who wanted to take her place.
The servant is a servant, not a blind person. I am afraid that the servants know better than the masters who the eldest lady is and what the cousin is like.
Most of the servants in the mansion came from the northwest, and more or less people in the family were in the northwest army, or had been in the army. They were not so much sons of the family, but supporters of the Shen family.
They weren't afraid of what the cousin said about selling out. They didn't sign the deed of prostitution, and even if they signed it, none of them would sign it to death.
Lin Qian was waiting for her soybean soup cake. She walked around the large kitchen and saw the dough that had risen a little.
"Give me some dough and sesame seeds, and bring me a jar of clear oil. I'm going back to fry the twists."
One person was gathering firewood, and the other was cutting the beef with soy sauce. The two women ignored her, and the cook, Lin Qian, hid in the back and continued chopping firewood when she arrived.
Lin Qian had no choice but to slap a few more copper coins on the chopping board, which made bottles and jars clang.
The woman who collected the firewood wiped her hands and put the copper coins into the jar on the cabinet next to her.
"How many noodles do you want, girl? Is this enough?"
Lin Qian took a casual look and said, "That's enough, give it more oil. The fried twist oil will be wider to make it crispy."
The mother-in-law added two more tablespoons to the small amphorae.
Lin Qian wanted to add more, but the jar was already full, so she had to give up.
When the soup cakes were ready and packed, Lin Qian actually didn't criticize her and let Huazhu take it and turned around and left.
The two mothers-in-law exchanged glances at each other. It seemed that everyone had the same feeling, so they finally sent him away.
When Lin Qian returned to Qinfang Pavilion, she asked Huazhu to go to the small kitchen of Shanfutang to get firewood and some charcoal.
"It's too late. We have to finish it quickly and get some fine pieces." Lin Qian also asked to paint bamboo.
Although there is no fire in the small kitchen of Shanfutang, there is always a small stove in the pantry to boil water for decoction and occasionally to heat up some sweet soup.
Therefore, the small kitchen of Shanfutang is always stocked with firewood and charcoal.
Qinfang Pavilion also requires hot water to make tea, but in the past, cousin girls did not have charcoal, and officials had charcoal. It was a common thing to have charcoal at home.
Qinfang Pavilion usually gets firewood and charcoal from Shanfutang, so Huazhu went to Shanfutang and said he wanted to get some charcoal, but no one took it seriously. He opened the door of the small kitchen and let Huazhu go to Shanfutang.
Pick.
Painting bamboo also listened to Lin Qian's instructions and took some slender ones.
Lin Qian followed the princess to Kyoto alone. Apart from the rough lady sweeping the girl, there were only two people in the yard, Huazhu and Huamei.
These two were not from the Shen family yet, but after arriving in Kyoto, she picked the ones who were sold to death from Yapo. She felt that she could only control the two of them if the death contract was in her own hands.
Hua Zhu went to Shanfutang to get firewood, and Hua Mei was assigned to re-knead the dough.
The dough for steaming steamed buns and making steamed buns does not need to be oiled, but the dough for frying twists must be kneaded with oil.
I didn’t knead the flour with the oil at the same time. It will be much more difficult to knead the oil when it is ready.
If there is too little oil, it will not be kneaded thoroughly. If there is too much oil, it will be slippery. If the force is too small, it will not be kneaded. If the force is too strong, it will not be crispy.
A bowl of noodles made me sweat all over my forehead.
When Hua Zhu came back from fetching firewood, Lin Qian changed her mind again.
"Send the bowl to the big kitchen and come back to help me wash up. I'm full now and I don't want to eat mahua."
One of the two girls went to the big kitchen to deliver bowls, and the other took someone to fetch hot water. Lin Qian got into the tea room of Qinfang Pavilion.
I was very satisfied with the firewood I brought back from Huazhu. They were all thin and long.
When the two girls came back, she would already be waiting in the main room to wait for her to wash up.
"You have had a tiring day today, so go down and sleep. There is no need for anyone to stay up all night."
Lin Qian finished washing and sat on the Arhat bed, holding a book of poems. She had no intention of sleeping, but let the two girls go to sleep.
The two people looked at each other and dared not move.
"Girl, please twist your hair. It's not dry yet." Huamei said.
Hua Zhu also quickly followed, "Girl, I will rub your hands again."
Lin Qian waved her hand impatiently, "Go, go, don't bother me."
The two of them could only carefully exit the house, fearing that the noise would make Lin Qian unhappy.
Here Lin Qian was sitting alone under the lamp, not reading a single word of the poetry collection in her hand.
The atmosphere between Shen Nanxun and Lu Fenghe was not good either.
"Brother Ninth really doesn't plan to take the Chunwei exam?" Lu Fenghe asked.
Shen Nanxun nodded, "Now is not a good time."
Lu Jiulang did not participate in this Spring Festival in his previous life, but the Lu family did not end well in the end.
My grandfather personally burned Heming Academy to the ground to save the lives of the Lu family children, but the Lu family was no longer the Lu family.
Lu Fenghe was a little excited, "Then when is the good time? If you wait another three years, you can guarantee that it will be good?"
Lu Fenghe even suspected that Shen Nanxun was the reason why Ninth Brother did not attend the Spring Festival in his previous life.
Shen Nanxun comforted Lu Fenghe, "Ms. He, don't get excited. Just listen to me and tell you slowly."
"What are you saying, that your Shen family wants to avoid suspicion? Don't let people think that your military generals are colluding with civilian officials?"
Lu Fenghe was so angry that he stood barefoot on the ground, "You want to avoid suspicion now? Even if my ninth brother doesn't take the Chunwei exam this term, as long as Heming Academy is here, you will not be able to avoid suspicion."
Shen Nanxun quickly grabbed Lu Fenghe, "It's nothing. It's not to avoid suspicion. How could it be to avoid suspicion?"
Lu Fenghe couldn't listen at all and was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Sit down quickly, put on your shoes, be careful your feet get cold."
Lu Fenghe pushed Shen Nanxun away, "It's so easy to avoid suspicion. Just let me go home. From now on, the Shen and Lu families will have nothing to do with each other."
This stepped on Shen Nanxun's bottom line. In Shen Nanxun's place, it didn't matter if Lu Fenghe wanted to copy or make trouble, but it was absolutely impossible to return home.
Shen Nanxun gritted his teeth and pushed Lu Fenghe to sit on the Arhat bed. He knelt down and put on her shoes before standing up and bending down, holding Lu Fenghe's shoulders with both hands.
"Lu Fenghe, please listen to me. If you want to reconcile and go home, you'd better not even think about it."
It was the first time that Shen Nanxun spoke to her in this tone, and Lu Fenghe felt that every word contained a knife.
"If you want to go home, unless..."
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Received tips from two more babies, adding 2 more, for a total of 8
What we are saying is that this behavior of dividing rewards every day is probably just to deceive Jia Geng.