Chapter Twenty-ninth: Breathing is just because the mind is in a trance
None of the people who spoke noticed the new county magistrate that Song Ci mentioned, but Jin Guizhen heard it.
He immediately pulled Jin Zhaoning over and put a smile on his face: "Zhao Ning, please stop making the child angry. The current Young Master Qin is not the former Young Master Qin."
Jin Zhaoning looked blind, but he saw that Jin Guizhen had already loudly ordered: "Come on, the building is closed today, let's look at the Xiang Building to wash the dust for the new county magistrate."
"New county magistrate? Who?" Jin Zhaoning couldn't help but ask, and then his eyes fell on Qin Shaobai, "You mean, this pervert has become the county magistrate?"
"What kind of lewd thing is that? Ning'er, you also need to pay attention to your image. This girl always spits out such unsightly words, which is not a good thing after all."
Jin Zhaoning was so angry that her chest trembled. She gritted her teeth and saw Jin Guizhen looking at her. Knowing that now was not the time to be willful, she had no choice but to bend down and Shi Shiran said: "Then Zhaoning congratulates Mr. Qin on being elected."
Your Majesty the County Magistrate."
"Okay, okay, don't stand here anymore, Ning'er. Today, Mr. Song, the executioner, and the county magistrate came to our Wangxiang Building. It really made Wangxiang Building shine. How can we get it?"
We also have to bring out Wangxianglou's specialty dishes. Ning'er, you will be the chef today, and you must cook the hometown dishes that these two adults love."
Jin Zhaoning pouted at Qin Shaobai and hummed a vague voice from his throat: I'll eat you to death.
The three men pretended not to hear, but they heard Zhao Yue'er's childlike voice: "Uncle Song, where is your hometown? What special hometown dishes are there?"
Zhao Yue'er seemed to have come out of her sadness.
Of course, how could an eleven or twelve-year-old child be immersed in sadness all the time?
Song Ci knelt down and touched Zhao Yue'er's head: "Uncle Song lives in Jianyang. When I was a child, my mother often made me a winter bamboo shoot dish. The bamboo shoots are golden yellow, served with pork belly and day lily, and it looks good.
Very, the taste is even more mouth-watering. Unfortunately, it’s not winter yet, so we don’t have the raw material of winter bamboo shoots.”
"Winter bamboo shoots? Yes, I can cook the dish that Master Song wants to eat, but it may not be as delicious as Aunt Song's. After all, there are many emotions in Aunt Song's dish that I cannot make."
Song Ci's eyes lit up when he heard what Jin Zhaoning said. He quickly thanked her, "Thank you so much, Miss Jin."
"The dishes ordered by Master Song are here. Where are you, Master Qin? I heard that you are not a native of Nanyang County. Where is your hometown?" Jin Guizhen looked at Qin Shaobai and asked, with a half-smile on his face.
This question is really difficult to answer.
Qin Shaobai thought, what should I say? Should I say I am from Shanghai or Suzhou? What were these places called in the Song Dynasty? If they ask me what characteristics I have, I don’t have them.
way to answer.
Forget it, let's get close to Song Ci.
"What a coincidence, I am also from Jianyang. When I was a child, I also loved to eat the stir-fried winter bamboo shoots dish that Master Song mentioned."
After Qin Shaobai finished speaking, he looked at Jin Zhaoning with a smile and thought, I'm pretty good, let you cook one less dish.
"Rose." Jin Zhaoning shouted loudly, and a girl who looked like a maid ran over.
"Are there no winter bamboo shoots in our kitchen?" Jin Zhaoning said with an expression that he had just thought about clearly. "Yesterday, two people from Jianyang came and lit up all the winter bamboo shoots in the kitchen. Alas, it's a pity. I will make them today.
The winter bamboo shoots are so burnt."
The little girl was so smart. She immediately understood Jin Zhaoning's words, nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, they ate one portion and said that the winter bamboo shoots cooked by the lady was so delicious, so they asked the lady to cook it again.
One portion, I said I would eat it on the way."
Jin Zhaoning glanced at Rose, "You little girl can tell lies more smoothly than me."
Qin Shaobai looked at Jin Zhaoning as if he were watching a play. He didn't know that everything Jin Zhaoning said was a lie. However, since Jin Zhaoning didn't want to cook this dish for him, he could just eat whatever he wanted. It wasn't his hometown anyway.
vegetable.
"Master Song, Master Qin." Jin Zhaoning said the word "Master Qin" very hard, "I'm so sorry, I just didn't think clearly, this dish is out of ingredients."
"Haha, it's okay. It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Miss Jin can just make a few special dishes for us to eat. After eating, we have to go to the Yamen to study Yue'er's mother's case."
Jin Zhaoning responded and walked away quietly.
"This girl is really spoiled by me." Jin Guizhen asked someone to serve her good tea, "You two adults don't want to be like her little girl. Come on, let's drink tea first."
I have to say that Jin Zhaoning's cooking skills are quite good. Qin Shaobai hasn't eaten such exquisite and delicious side dishes for a long time, and he burped constantly after eating them.
"Boss Jin, Miss Jin's craftsmanship is really your signature." Song Ci also praised sincerely.
"How can this girl be willing to cook? Today, two adults are here, so she is willing to cook a few side dishes. Normally, even if she spends thousands and eight hundred dollars, it is difficult to ask her to cook a dish.
.”
Jin Guizhen's meaning is very obvious. You two adults, I treat you as honored guests. This is full of sincerity.
Song Ci smiled and pulled up Qin Shaobai, who was already full and sitting there too lazy to move: "Master Qin, we have to go to the government office to do some business, so don't disturb Boss Jin."
"Well, okay." Qin Shaobai burped again. He smiled sheepishly, groped for a while, and finally found out a three tael of silver: "wine money, food money, vegetable money."
Jin Guizhen's face immediately relaxed: "Master Qin, you are looking down on me. We agreed that this meal is to congratulate Master Qin."
"Forget it, Mr. Qin, you just heard Boss Jin say that even if others pay a thousand or eight hundred yuan for Miss Jin's table of food, they may not be able to eat it. We have to accept the favor of Boss Jin and Miss Jin.
"
The three of them exchanged a few more polite words, and Qin and Song left Wangxiang Tower.
"Master Jin, Miss asked you to find her." The girl named Rose just came over.
Jin Guizhen picked up a glass of wine on the table, drank it in one gulp, and left the table.
"Master, do you want to check Qin Shaobai's background today? He said that he is from Jianyang. Master, do you believe it?"
"Back to the young master, we have searched for a long time about Qin Shaobai's life experience, but there is no reliable information. We only know that he came here five years ago with a large bag of silver and opened a store, but he didn't care about the store.
For business, I only go to Wangxianglou and Yihongyuan every day, and I try to block the mess. As a result, I lose the store and make my wife run away."
"If this Qin Shaobai is the person that master suspected, there will definitely be flaws in his body." Jin Zhaoning pondered for a while, "Dad Fei Ge sent me a letter yesterday, saying that he would also investigate it carefully.
This Qin Shaobai, let's wait until the news that dad finds out comes."
"Okay." Jin Guizhen replied, but had no intention of retreating.
"Master, is there anything else you want to say?"
"Little master, Qin Shaobai is the head catcher of the Song Dynasty and the county magistrate of the Song Dynasty. The people of the Song Dynasty, especially the men of the Song family, whether they are officials or civilians, are all strong-willed. His heart will not turn toward foreigners.
Yes, he will not fall in love with a foreign woman."
"Master." Jin Zhaoning blushed slightly and bit his lip, "Don't worry, I know what to do. You can go down first."