The dumplings have all been wrapped and are just waiting to be put into the pot.
Miss Chen San and the two girls were sitting and talking in the courtyard. The chores in the kitchen were almost finished. The two maids could not intervene in the next thing. They stood behind and poured tea and water. Li Yi was busy in the kitchen alone. Chen Chong
And Zeng Shichun stood at the door of the kitchen and watched.
Zeng Shichun, the Minister of Household Affairs, still had a look of surprise on his face. He shook his head and said: "If my colleagues in the imperial court knew that Dr. Jin Ziguanglu, the dean of the college, could actually do such a thing as a cook, I don't know how much they would be shocked.
A human chin.”
Chen Chong snorted coldly, with a rather disdainful look in his eyes, and said: "It's obviously an insult to politeness, and your jaw dropped? It's more like laughing your teeth off."
His grandma couldn't stand this guy. She didn't do anything or say anything, and she still stood here and made sarcastic remarks. She didn't have any eyesight. Li Yi looked back and said calmly: "Come here and peel those green onions."
Already."
Chen Chong sneered, "Are you ordering me?"
"If you don't want to peel it off, please come back." Li Yi didn't even look back, "I think I'm used to being well-dressed and well-fed by Mr. Zhong, so I probably won't care about a plate of dumplings."
"...Where are the onions?"
"Corner." Li Yi marinated the fish and said, "If Mr. Zeng has nothing to do, pound the few cloves of garlic there into minced garlic."
"Okay." Zeng Shichun readily agreed without any resistance.
In the courtyard.
Miss Chen San looked at Zeng Zuimo and asked doubtfully: "Zuimo and Zeng Shilang are both named Zeng, could it be..."
Zeng Zuimo smiled and said, "It's all in the past."
Seeing that her expression was slightly gloomy, Miss Chen San stopped asking, and the three of them chatted about other things. From the kitchen not far away, voices came from time to time.
"I asked you to peel the onions, but I didn't ask you to peel them all. Look at the onions you peeled. What's left now?" This was Li Yi's angry voice.
"How dare you yell at me!" Chen Chong's voice was equally furious.
"What's wrong with you? Do you have any objections?"
"I..."
"You have an opinion, right? If you have an opinion, go ahead and express it!"
"------"
"Forget it, forget it, there are only these few green onions left, there is nothing for you to waste, go, take these garbage out and throw them away... What is the matter? If you don't succeed enough and fail more than you can, you can only throw away the garbage.
Already..."
Chen Chong walked out of the kitchen with a dustpan in his hand and an angry look on his face. After taking two steps, he turned back and asked, "Where to throw it?"
Wan Ruoqing stared blankly in a certain direction, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Where..."
Miss Chen San shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter, just let them make trouble, it will make it more lively."
She looked at the two girls with a smile on her face and asked, "You must have known that child for a long time, right?"
Zeng Zuimo asked in confusion: "Which child?"
Wan Ruoqing smiled and nodded, and said: "We first met when we were in Qing'an Mansion. It's been almost two years since now."
The three people were talking about these things, and a fragrance gradually wafted out of the kitchen.
…
There are usually only the four of them in the small courtyard. They usually eat on the stone table in the courtyard. If the weather is bad, they will eat indoors. Li Yi occasionally eats here. It doesn't seem crowded if there is one more person at the table.
I can't sit still.
As outsiders, Zeng Shilang and Chen Gishizhong could only sit at the stone table outside. This was a VIP seat specially arranged for them by Li Yi.
After they sat down, Li Yi ate a few mouthfuls, then stood up and said, "Everyone eats the vegetables first, and I'll cook the dumplings."
Wan Ruoqing stood up and said, "I'm going to help."
"You guys can eat, I can do it by myself." Li Yi shook his head and walked to the kitchen.
Miss Chen San looked away from the door and asked, "Does he often cook?"
"He never cares about what outsiders say. When he was in Qing'an Mansion, he often cooked by himself." Wan Ruoqing nodded and asked, "Is the food to your liking?"
A happy smile appeared on Miss Chen San's face: "Even if you are the royal cook in the palace, that's nothing more than that."
The three of them were talking. After a while, Zeng Zuimo looked outside with some confusion and murmured: "Why haven't you come back yet? I'll go take a look."
She got up and walked outside the courtyard towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Li Yi lit a fire under the stove, washed his hands in a basin on the side, then picked up the bowl and ate the food in the bowl one by one--let's call them dumplings.
The dumplings made by Miss Zeng still looked like dumplings before being put into the pot. After being put into the pot, they were a mixture of dough, meat, filling and water. The taste was really the most unique dumplings he had ever eaten.
Already.
"Okay, we are all waiting for you inside, but you are stealing food here!"
A surprised and excited voice came from behind, and then Li Yi's wrist was grabbed. Miss Zeng looked at Li Yi with a somewhat proud expression as if she had caught a thief stealing something.
"What are you eating secretly? It's from a girl's house. Be careful what you say..." Li Yi still held the bowl in his hand and said, "Don't move, be careful of spilling it..."
It is a rare thing to see Li Yi being embarrassed. Miss Zeng raised her chin and said with some pride: "You were just stealing food, and I caught you, and you both took the stolen goods, and you still want to deny it?"
Li Yi looked at her and said, "Please, eating secretly is a matter for two people. One person cannot do it."
“Why can’t one person do it?”
Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some doubts. As soon as he spoke, he thought about what he just said. His face turned red, he glared at him, and whispered: "Young disciple..."
"Don't worry about eating secretly." Li Yi put down the bowl and said, "The dumplings are almost ready. I'll help bring them in later."
Zeng Zuimo walked to the stove and said, "I want to eat the dumplings I made."
"Did you make it?" Li Yi shook his head and said, "I threw it away. Everything fell apart after I put it in the pot. How can I serve it up?"
"you!"
Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some embarrassment. Those were the dumplings he had worked so hard to make. Although they didn't look good, it was still his first time. How could he...
He accidentally caught a glimpse of the bowl Li Yi put aside, and his expression was slightly startled.
Of course, there were no dumplings inside the bowl. The dough and meat fillings were scattered, and there was no dumpling look at all. The only one that looked similar was a dumpling with two round ears, which she made by herself.
"you……"
Her voice softened and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Li Yi. Although she was a little flustered and at a loss at the moment, there was another sweet and warm thing filling her heart.
Li Yi took out the bowls and chopsticks, planned to rinse them with water again, and said, "Watch it for me. When the water boils twice more, you can put it in the pot."
"kindness."
Zeng Zuimo nodded, uttered an indistinct syllable from his throat, stood on tiptoes, leaned over and looked into the pot.
When you make such a posture, your body will naturally bend in an arc.
This familiar arc gave Li Yi a strange feeling in his hands, and he couldn't help but recall the scene in the morning.
When Zeng Zuimo turned around unintentionally, he saw him staring blankly at a certain part of his body. His body stiffened, and that place seemed to become numb again.
She breathed a little quickly and said angrily: "Where are you looking!"
"Cough, cough!" Li Yi coughed, looked at the pot, and said: "It's almost done, let's start the pot..."
Zeng Zuimo's face turned red with embarrassment, he looked back and whispered: "It's not boiled yet..."
"It's not boiling...it's okay."
…
In addition to dumplings, the dishes on the table are also very rich. Originally, they were packed according to the number of people. Li Yi took out the last bowl of dumplings and said with a smile: "Everyone has a taste first..."
"tasty!"
Xiao Cui ate a dumpling. Although she was so hot that she gasped for air, the next step she had already stretched out her chopsticks.
He accidentally glanced at Li Yi, as if he had discovered something, pointed at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Master Li, did you eat something secretly in the kitchen just now?"
Bah!
Hearing the word "eat secretly", Zeng Zuimo's wrist trembled, and the dumplings he had picked up fell into the bowl again.
In the courtyard, next to the stone table.
Chen Chong picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and took a bite. Then he was startled, raised his head, and asked doubtfully: "Servant Zeng, do you think this dumpling is a bit raw?"
