He paused, looked at the man and asked, "What do you do?"
Qin An said in a low voice: "Burn the fire."
The steward glanced at him thoughtfully, then went out quickly, returned to the living room and bent down slightly, "Master."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, I just saw a man who looked exactly like the Holy One..." After saying this, his voice became smaller and smaller.
Xiao Yian's expression paused. If anyone else said this, he would definitely say something treasonous, but the manager had been with him for many years.
Just as he was about to say something, a servant came from outside to report: "Sir, the Queen is here and will go to the backyard now."
Xiao Yian put this matter behind his ears. He got up and went to the backyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard door, he saw a woman wearing a simple and elegant coat and skirt. He bent down slightly and said, "Empress."
"Father, there are no outsiders here, so you don't need to see outsiders." Xiao Lan was feeling a little weak and coughed slightly.
Xiao Yian worriedly said: "Those quack doctors have been unable to cure me for so long." At the end of the sentence, he was a little angry.
Xiao Lan shook her head slightly and said in a gentle voice: "I know my body will never get better."
Xiao Yian naturally knew why, and sighed slightly, "It's time to let it go after so many years. It's good for you and the emperor."
"If I hadn't gone to Hua'an Temple to pray..."
Xiao Lan's eyes turned red before she finished speaking. She turned her head slightly and quickly changed the subject and said, "Father, where is mother?"
"I heard you were coming. Your mother went out early in the morning to buy the lotus seeds you like to eat."
"Just let the servants buy it."
"Let her go, or she'll get a headache just wandering around in front of me."
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Over here, kitchen
Without the crushed peanuts, the drunken chicken would not have that crispy taste. Ning Yi looked at the cook and said with anger: "Why didn't you tell me about the crushed peanuts?"
Suddenly, all the cooks' scalps were numb. The thin cook on the far left said: "The eldest son said that this family wants peanuts. We thought you knew about it, so we didn't tell you."
"When did the eldest son take charge of the Ruyi Shop?" Ning Yi changed his previous elegance and his face turned ugly.
It was getting late, so she was not in a hurry to get it out, fearing that it would be difficult to explain, so Su Yan said: "Use sesame seeds instead."
"Roasted sesame seeds are a bit more fragrant than chopped peanuts. You need black sesame seeds, so it's best to buy them in good quality, otherwise they won't produce the aroma."
Hearing this, the housekeeper nodded immediately, "I'll buy it right away." After saying that, he hurried out.
Ning Yi didn't say anything. The cook started to work on the drunken chicken. The busier he got, the more mistakes he made. When soaking the chicken in osmanthus wine, he lost his grip on the wine jar and fell to the ground.
Su Yan could see that these cooks were probably members of the eldest son. These people were not afraid of causing trouble, but she was still worried.
I can't deal with these people anymore in the future.
Sooner or later something will happen.
She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Mr. Sir, help me pour the wine." After saying that, she picked up the chicken and smelled it.
Qin An said "hmm", picked up twenty kilograms of osmanthus wine with one hand, and sprinkled it on the chicken.
Wait for the sesame seeds to come back and rummage through them for about a quarter of an hour, and the aroma will come out. Don't just fry the sesame seeds, it will test your skills if you don't let them burn.
After frying, sprinkle it evenly on the chicken skin, then move it closer to the oven and keep turning it over.
After the drunken chicken was sent away, Su Yan and Qin An returned to the house, and what happened next had nothing to do with them.
Su Yan was still thinking about buying two pairs of underwear for her rough guy, so she looked for a cloth shop nearby, probably because the two of them were poorly dressed.
The shopkeeper glanced at them and went to receive others. Qin An pursed his lips and whispered to Su Yan: "I won't buy it."
Su Yan shook her head to indicate that it was okay. The clothes the two of them wore were looked down upon everywhere in the capital.
As long as you don't explicitly tell them to get out, they won't come back next time anyway.
Mainly because my rough guy sweats badly.
It would be better if I didn't buy an undershirt, as I would feel uncomfortable sweating.
She scanned a row of fabrics and asked directly the young man who came to get the fabric, "Cut two pieces of men's inner fabric, it won't absorb sweat easily."
The young man responded quickly: "Both fabrics are available here. Do you want white or black?"
"Black." Su Yan responded.
Men work a lot, and their white undershirts get dirty quickly. Even if they are washed every day, they will still turn yellow.
"Okay, one foot and a half taels of silver." After the waiter finished speaking, he looked at them specifically, fearing that they might find it too expensive.
However, the not-so-well-dressed young woman wearing a curtain nodded and said, "Okay, wrap it up for us."
The young man was surprised, and the shopkeeper next to him couldn't help but take a look, and couldn't help but wonder if he had offended a young lady from someone's family.
But this dress really doesn't look like it. The worst clothes in the store are better than hers.
He was also a good person, so he came over quickly and said enthusiastically: "It will be wrapped up soon. Our shop has several new styles of clothes. Miss, would you like to take a look?"
"Need not."
Su Yan refused directly. She paused, then smiled and praised: "The shopkeeper has really good eyesight."
The shopkeeper suddenly looked a little embarrassed, laughed a few times, then wrapped them up and sent them out personally.
After walking a little further, Su Yan sighed to Qin An: "It's better to have money."
No matter how you live, nothing will be good without money.
Qin An blamed himself a little and said in a low voice: "I don't need such a good thing."
"Wear whatever you want."
Su Yan said to him, "My back is full of little pimples when I sweat, and you scratched them all." Her tone sounded a little distressed at the end.
Qin An glanced around, pursed his lips, bent down and explained in a low voice: "Daughter-in-law, you picked it, not me."
It's true that he didn't pick it. The rash on his back isn't itchy, it's just uncomfortable due to sweating. He doesn't usually care about it.
There were scratches on my back before, which were scratched by my wife at night...
My wife loves to scratch his back.
Su Yan suddenly "coughed" and blushed with embarrassment. She had seen several scratches on his back before and thought he had scratched them himself.
She kicked him lightly and said, "Don't say that."
It's not her fault, it's not because he is tormenting people.
Qin An looked aggrieved and smiled, "Okay."
"You're still laughing." The woman said angrily.
Seeing her rubbing her calf, Qin An looked more serious, "You're not smiling, wife, your feet are sore?"
After saying that, he was not afraid that this was the street. He squatted in front of her and gently squeezed her calf with his big hands.
The tall man squatted on the street and pinched the woman's feet. He attracted other people's eyes, and he didn't know who said, "It's so embarrassing."
Qin An raised his head and looked over, his expression showing no trace of shame. What's the shame in squeezing his wife's feet?
He said coldly: "I don't think you have any shame." After saying that, he looked away.
Su Yan felt as soft as tofu. She reached out and patted his shoulder, "Get up quickly."
The man still didn't get up, so he carefully rubbed her calves on both sides. The wife was pregnant now, so she was naturally more delicate than other women.
He is quite happy that his wife relies on him.
After rubbing it for a while, he raised his head and looked at her, "Are you feeling better?"
It feels like there are no people around, so boring
