Yin picked up the spoon and slightly stirred the yogurt in the small porcelain cup. He saw that the yogurt was as delicate and white as cream, and mixed with many small red fruit balls. Although the fruit smelled fresh and fragrant, he could not tell what kind of fruit it was.
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Ji Ling himself also took a cup from the tray in the slave's hand, scooped two fruit balls into his mouth with a small spoon, did not eat in a hurry, pursed his lips, and waited until the sweet juice was mixed with the smoothness of the yogurt,
It flowed into her throat before she started chewing.
Yin also scooped up a few fruit balls and put them into his mouth. He finally tasted them: they were either precious and novel fruits, but they were tribute pears and southern purple jade loquats.
Pears produce fluid and quench thirst, clear away heat and reduce fire; loquat nourishes blood and muscles, moistens the lungs and removes dryness. The combination of the two is a common nourishing sugar water in the Qing Dynasty.
Historically, some concubines in the harem occasionally felt cold, coughed, and thought the concoction was too bitter, so the imperial doctors often used this sugar water to drink it. Because it is sour, sweet, refreshing and delicious, basically no one can resist it.
But Yin had never thought that pears and loquats could be mixed with yogurt, and the taste of this innovative combination was beyond his expectation. It was quite good!
The snow-white yogurt is as thick as snow, with red fruit balls vaguely buried in it, like red plums in the snow, dotted with stars. I think of what the Song Dynasty wrote: "Pretending to be the color of a small red peach and apricot, there is still a solitary and thin snow-frosted look."
The poetry and painting in food are nothing more than this.
This Jishi always has all kinds of novel ideas in his mind.
From the floor lamp in the west courtyard before, to the cabbage stuffed with barbecue last time, to the scarf she wore while eating hot pot today, and the crushed fruit milk in front of her.
"Why is it red?" Yin calmly ate half a cup, put down his spoon, and asked Ji Ling comfortably.
Ji Ling smiled and said with all the familiarity: "Back to the emperor, in fact, this fruit ball is the same as the red bean cake, it has been dyed with mulberry juice and hawthorn juice. There is also a skill in making this fruit ball: first use a small round spoon to scoop it out
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Yin saw that she was talking gesticulatingly, her eyebrows were dancing with joy, and there was still a piece of broken fruit stuck to the corner of her mouth but she was stupidly unaware of it, so she raised her hand and wiped it off for her with her big finger.
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Ji Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Yin's eyes with a gentle expression, which seemed to have a hint of doting. She suddenly forgot what she had just said.
I was speechless for a moment.
Yin saw Ji Guiren lowering his head shyly.
Thinking about how he had been tormenting this little thing in the back room just now and kept begging for mercy, Yin felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Ji Ling lowered her head shyly and thought in embarrassment: If Yin knew that she had brought too much fruit from the Changchun Palace kitchen yesterday and she couldn't eat it, so she served it in pieces, then...
There is no way, fruit is so rare, she really can't bear to waste it!
You must know that the Qing Dynasty was different from the modern times before she traveled through time. Some good varieties of fruits had thick flesh and thin skin, were juicy and delicious, and ordinary people in the capital could not eat them at all.
There are also some fruits, such as tribute oranges, which would be illegal if ordinary people dared to buy and sell them.
Even for wealthy families, if they want to eat fresh fruits, they can only eat them during the New Year.
However, the fruits in the Forbidden City must be guaranteed. But it is inevitable that there will be a shortage of food. The people of the Shanfang Fruit Bureau blindly please the queen and several high-ranking concubines, and often deprive the concubines and nobles of the lower ranks. Fruits naturally
rare.
Early the next morning, after Ji Ling served Yin and left, he went back to bed to catch up on his sleep.
It was a dark sleep, and when I woke up, the sun had already penetrated the window screen and filled the room.
The window frame is the most common step-by-step brocade pattern in the East Sixth Palace, which means that the concubines living in it will step by step and rise through the ranks. At this time, the sparse shadows outside the window are slanted, and the shadows of flowers are reflected, and they are projected onto the window screen.
The bed looks like a meticulously painted painting of flowers from the Qing Dynasty.
Ji Ling stretched out comfortably on the pillow and then turned over. Although he wanted to sleep for a while, the light in the room was too strong.
I have to ask Qixi to make a blindfold before tomorrow! Ji Ling thought so, and pushed up her body with a strong hand to sit up. When Qixi heard the noise, she immediately brought someone in to serve her.
Bixue and Yanzhi came in with two copper basins filled with warm water to help Ji Ling wash her face.
In the two copper basins, one contained light tea water with a little salt, and the other contained warm water soaked in dried flower petals.
Ji Ling washed her hands in tea water first, and then started to wash her face. Just after washing, Qixi had already brought up a dry towel. She saw that when Ji Ling wiped her face, a strand of hair fell down in the water, so she reached out to help Ji Ling.
She tucked her hair behind her ears, then turned to Bixue and said, "Go and bring the breakfast pastries. Let the porridge and side dishes warm first. The master still needs to dress up, so there's no rush."
After saying this, she looked up and saw Rouge staring at Ji Ling intently. After looking at Ji Ling for a moment, she turned her eyes to the furniture, clothes and jewelry in Ji Ling's house, her eyes full of undisguised envy.
Qixi turned to one side, blocking her sight, and said calmly: "Yanzhi, go and tell Xiao Dazi to continue preparing hot water. The master has finished his breakfast and needs to take a bath."
Ji Ling was leaning on the bedpost, smiling as she watched Qixi act like a palace lady in charge. Seeing that Bixue and Yanzhi had gone out, Qixi said nothing and helped Ji Ling walk to the dressing table and sit down.
She picked up the comb on the table and dipped it in some hair oil. Just as she was about to comb it, Ji Ling turned her head and said, "Don't do it too much. Your hair is too oily and uncomfortable."
Qixi responded: "Yes." Then she quickly plugged the bottle of Osmanthus Hair Oil.
Unexpectedly, when she was pouring the hair oil, she was thinking about the rouge and was so distracted that she didn't notice. A few drops of hair oil fell on the bottle and spread greasy. At this time, her hand slipped and the bottle of hair oil slipped.
The oil looked like it was about to pour down.
Ji Ling saw it in the mirror and said "Be careful!" and reached out to catch the bottle firmly from below, so that the hair oil did not spill on the floor.
Qixi hurriedly knelt down and said, "My servant missed. I deserve to die. Master, please forgive me."
Ji Ling grabbed her wrists with both hands, pulled her up forcefully, looked up into her eyes, and said clearly: "There are only two of us at the moment, let's talk."
Qixi shook her lips, squatted down, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and said a few words in Ji Ling's ear.
Ji Ling nodded and said: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but after all, the people were sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even if they want to be sent away, they have to wait for a few days to find an excuse, otherwise they will only cause trouble.
