Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 159: Delivering food late at night and hibiscus embroidery painting
Chapter 159: Delivering food late at night and hibiscus embroidery painting
Qin Zhong and Liang Yong looked at Jia Lan curiously. The latter woke up from his meditation, blinked at the two of them, and was about to say something.
Cackling, two knocks on the door sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
There was no other sound outside the door. Qingwen glanced over. After getting Jia Lan's permission, she walked over and opened the door. She was slightly surprised to see the person coming.
"Miss Luo, why are you here?"
"Hello, Miss Qingwen." Luo Shiniang led Dongqing and Qingwen to say hello, and walked in carrying a food box.
"Miss Luo, you..."
Jia Lan was a little dazed for a moment as she watched Eleven Niang's master and servant take out several dishes of side dishes from the food box with quick movements.
Luo Shiniang put things in order with a smile and said, "Young Master Qin was kind enough to save his life, and later he donated money to help redeem my two maids. Eleven Niang saw the lights in the young master's room were bright, and there were many figures.
Chuo, I guessed that the young master hadn’t fallen asleep yet, so I borrowed the kitchen of the inn to make some late-night snacks for the young master. The dishes were simple, so please forgive me, Mr. Qin."
Qingwen's expression gradually became incomprehensible but she couldn't help but smile after hearing Eleven Niang call Jia Lan "Mr. Qin".
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Jia Lan has always acted as Qin Zhong, while Qin Zhong became another descendant of the Qin family.
Pickles, soybeans, peanuts, stir-fried shrimps, and several bowls of hot Suzhou noodles.
You can tell at a glance that this is an authentic Huaiyang technique.
The traditional white soup has a small amount of soup, so part of the noodles is not immersed in the soup. It looks like a crucian carp back. The dough is rolled into a ball, like a Bodhisattva in the temple. This shape is called Guanyin head among the people. It is sprinkled with
With a little bit of green garlic, it looks very appetizing.
Jia Lan said with a smile: "You don't even need to eat it. Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that Miss Luo is a good cook."
As he spoke, he glanced at Qingwen inadvertently, and noticing Jia Lan's gaze, Qingwen wrinkled her nose slightly, snorted silently, and stared back with a somewhat unkind look.
From the beginning, her eyes almost never left the side dishes that Eleven Niang put out.
She was very unconvinced, but Qingwen had to admit that her talent was not at all in cooking.
Although she is naturally a good eater herself, being able to eat does not mean she can cook.
In the past, this was enough, but Jia Lan not only said hello, but also was constantly thinking about cooking. This is what makes Qingwen the most irritating.
Now that a woman with good looks and good cooking skills suddenly appeared, Qingwen was naturally a little bit interested.
It's just that... the side dishes that Eleven Niang brought out were so delicious that they immediately aroused her appetite. It was only Qingwen's reserve that made her stand aside, not daring to be rude in the slightest.
"Miss Qingwen, you can eat too." Eleven Niang observed her words and raised her hand to invite her.
At this time, Jia Lan also smiled and stood up slightly, moving the stool away to make a space: "Qingwen, you also bring a stool over, let's eat together."
The tone is gentle and natural, not like a master and servant, but more like a family.
Qingwen glanced at Jia Lan, pursed her red lips slightly, and responded with a cute voice. She moved a small stool and placed it next to Jia Lan, sat down gracefully, and picked up the chopsticks.
Eleven Niang looked at it, with a bright color flashing in her eyes.
On the other hand, Dongqing's eyes behind her wandered over Qingwen and Jialan, her brows furrowed slightly, with some understanding and disgust in her eyes.
Jia Lan's expression moved slightly, but he said nothing.
"Girl 11, these pickles and noodles are so delicious."
Liang Yong is an authentic Guangnan native and is quite knowledgeable about pasta. As soon as it comes up, he buries the stewed meat on the small plate in the soup, takes a sip of the soup, tastes the noodles, and then pays attention to Shi Yi Niang’s chef.
Art is full of praise.
But he immediately reacted and asked strangely: "Miss Eleven, these things look like homely things, but if you buy these materials in Guanyi, the price is not cheap. Don't you have all the money on you..."
Qin Zhong also echoed: "That's right, Miss Eleven, your cuisine is all Jiangnan style. You must know that it is expensive to leave your hometown."
Everyone knows the price of things run by the government, and the words "high quality and low price" are never linked.
That's right. Qingwen also put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands and looked at Eleven Niang in confusion.
The quality of the ingredients makes a huge difference in what you make.
Dongqing seemed to have been prepared. After hearing Liang Yong's question, she immediately raised her head proudly: "My lady's embroidery has been unanimously recognized by the merchants who operate embroidery in the caravan, and she bought it at a high price!"
Luo Shiniang smiled shyly and explained: "It's not that exaggerated, but I sold two pieces of double-sided embroidery in exchange for some silver, and then exchanged another piece of embroidery with Yi Cheng for some ingredients...
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"Double-sided embroidery?" Qingwen's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this, and she didn't even bother to eat the noodles. She stood up hurriedly and walked to Eleven Niang's side, "Miss, do you still have some spare, can you show me?"
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Speaking of embroidery, Qingwen is her strong point. It’s rare to meet someone with the same pursuit, so Qingwen couldn’t bear it any longer.
Eleven Niang smiled brightly: "Miss Qingwen, I can tell you are a good needleworker just by looking at your nails. How can I dare to show my shame in front of you?"
Qingwen's agar-white fingers are adorned with two long, green-white nails, which are more than an inch long. The bright red color of impatiens flowers is proof of her superb skills in the eyes of the knowledgeable Eleven Niang.
After being complimented a few times, the smile in Qingwen's eyes became much more sincere, and her tone became more condescending. Lian Dao just wanted to see Eleven Niang's embroidery and communicate with each other.
Eleven Niang had no choice but to turn around and take out a sachet from her body. Qingwen took it, her eyes lit up immediately, and she kept praising: "What a great embroidery skill! It's really a famous pair from Yuhang."
Side embroidery, even though it only has one more side, takes twice as much effort as single side embroidery..."
When she talked about what she was good at, Qingwen seemed to open up a chatterbox and talk non-stop. Her voice was as clear as an oriole, and no one felt bored listening to her explanation, especially when Dongqing heard Qingwen's comments on Shiyiniang's embroidery work.
He also put aside his awkward impression of Qingwen at first, and his face felt as happy as eating honey.
"Miss Luo..." Jia Lan, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly stood up and cupped her hands towards Eleven Niang: "Can I trouble you to make an embroidery painting?"
Eleven Niang blinked: "I wonder what kind of embroidery you want to make?"
Jia Lan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Let Miss Luo make a hibiscus picture."
"Hibiscus?"
This doesn't sound like a pattern used by men.
Luo Shiniang was slightly startled. She felt slightly stabbed in her heart for some reason, and she felt a little uncomfortable out of thin air.