From then on, Xiao Rouzhen and Wu Nian were called sisters, and they took root in Yicheng in the name of Song Youyu's distant relatives.
There were two pretty little girls living at home. Song Youyu didn't stay in his small courtyard that night, but stayed in the camp.
By noon on the second day, Song Youyu had already settled the household registration matter, so he asked for half a day's leave to send Xiao Rouzhen back if he had nothing to do in the army.
Before anyone could reach the door of his house, a scream came from the yard. Song Youyu was startled. He thought it was someone from Beijing who was chasing Liaodong. He quickly stepped forward and kicked the door open.
I kicked it away, and before I could see clearly, I felt a pain on my face, which was also cold.
One tail jumped from his face to the ground, leaving some red marks on Jun's face.
Xiao Rouzhen held the kitchen knife in both hands. When she saw the dirt on Song Youyu's face, she suddenly felt a toothache and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I didn't know you would be back at this time."
As he spoke, he didn't even have time to put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and hurriedly went to catch the fish that fell on the ground.
Song Youyu watched Xiao Rouzhen bluffing people with a kitchen knife, fearing that instead of hurting herself, she would hurt someone else.
He hurriedly bent down and snatched the knife from her hand, grabbed the fish head with one hand and threw it into the basin.
"You don't know how to do these things, so you can let Lihua do it." Thinking of the scream just now, he couldn't help but sigh: "I thought people from Kyoto were chasing me here, and I was so scared that half of my life died."
Xiao Rouzhen stood up bravely, feeling that her hands and feet had nowhere to rest, and she laughed dryly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lihua said you don't have enough oil at home, go to the street to get some more, I think
Since I had nothing to do anyway, I just helped kill the fish, who knew..."
When her eyes moved, she saw that there were still fish scales on his body, so she quickly took out her handkerchief and stepped forward: "Let me wipe it for you..."
Before Xiao Rouzhen could get closer, Song Youyu grabbed her. Seeing that her hands that were not touched by Yang Chun Shui were now red with cold, he frowned and said, "No, I'll just go and change."
When he glanced at himself, he didn't see much dirt, so he put the knife away again and said, "You go ahead and sit in the room. I'll clean up later."
Xiao Rouzhen deserved it and really didn't dare to cause any more trouble.
Although she shamelessly came to seek refuge with Song Youyu, saying that she wanted to eat, drink, and live, she knew very well in her heart that now she was no longer a lofty and gentle princess with fine clothes and fine food.
Since she has made up her mind to become an ordinary person, naturally she cannot still pretend to be a princess and really wants Song Youyu to support her.
It's just that she doesn't know many things, so she has to learn everything from scratch.
Song Youyu went back to his house and changed into a dark coat. He didn't even enter the main room, so he killed the fish that slapped him in the yard.
Xiao Rouzhen heard the noise and ran out to take a look. She saw him holding the fish on the sticky board, knocking the fish unconscious with the back of his knife, then scraping the fish's scales, gutting the fish and removing its gills.
Xiao Rouzhen's eyes widened when she saw it. This was the first time she had seen someone killing fish, and she realized that a young man like Song Youyu could also kill fish.
Seeing Song Youyu clean the fish, rinse it with water, put it on a plate and salt it, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you cook?"
Song Youyu didn't have the pedantic idea that a gentleman would stay away from the chef, so he deserved to say: "Of course he will."
Then he said, "I'll show you my hand later."
He had stayed in Liaodong for so long, and his sonorous temper had long been worn away.
In the military camp, everyone is equal, and no one would bring a servant to help with daily life.
Therefore, he learned to wash his own clothes, cook his own meals, and clean his own house, and he did a good job.
It turns out that before he came to Liaodong, he didn't expect that he would have such a capable side.
In fact, Xiao Rouzhen didn't expect it either.
Song Youyu cleaned up the mess in the yard and lit the fire in the stove. Then he put on his apron, washed the rice and put it into the pot, and cooked the rice first.
In the kitchen, Wu Nian bought two meats and vegetables one morning. He picked out two of them, washed them, and cut them up.
When Wu Nian came back from oiling, he only used the pan to fry fish and stir-fry vegetables.
Wu Nian was new to the ramp and was not familiar with the area. After going there for so long, Song Youyu knew that she had taken a detour.
While ladling the oil into the pot and adding the spices, he said: "When you exit the door, turn left. There is a grain and oil store on the right at the second intersection. They sell everything. You don't have to run so far next time.
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Wu Nian hurriedly wrote it down, and seeing that Song Youyu really wanted to cook, he hurriedly said: "Young Master, go and have a rest. Let me do it here. My sister and I will already be troublesome for you when we move in."
Song Youyu said: "What does it matter? You and Yuanyuan are both my sisters here. It is only natural that I take care of you."
Even though he had cooking skills, he didn't just brag about it. After the spices were fragrant, he put the fish in the pot and fried it over low heat. After a while, the aroma became fragrant.
Xiao Rouzhen watched from the door of the kitchen the whole time, seeing him cooking a fish quickly, frying a plate of meat and vegetables, and a vegetarian dish.
I conveniently cooked another egg soup.
For the pampered Xiao Rouzhen, these meals were just mediocre meals, but looking at Song Youyu's fluent cooking, she felt that it must be delicious for some reason.
Three dishes and one soup were put on the table, and white rice was served. Song Youyu took off his apron and sat down. Seeing that Xiao Rouzhen and Wu Nian were not moving their chopsticks, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? It's not to your liking?"
Xiao Rouzhen waved her hands quickly: "No, no, I'm waiting for you."
Although she grew up in a palace with fine clothes and fine food, she was not a squeamish person. She fled all the way from Kyoto to Yicheng and suffered a lot on the way.
During the day, you have to rush on the road, and at night, you have to be on guard against someone catching up with you. You have to be alert all the time, not to mention food. If you are lucky, you can eat hot soup and hot rice. If you are unlucky, you can only eat dry food on the way.
If you are unlucky, pick wild fruits and drink cold water to satisfy your hunger.
Yesterday, Song Youyu went to a restaurant to catch up with them. Today, she was very satisfied with a home-cooked meal like this.
Song Youyu saw that she really didn't dislike it, so he laughed: "What's the point of waiting? The climate in Liaodong is not as good as Kyoto. The food will be cold if we wait any longer."
After saying that, he picked up the chopsticks and gave Xiao Rouzhen a piece of fish belly: "The flesh here is thick and there are no thorns yet."
Xiao Rouzhen nodded, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and when she saw the piece of fish stuffed into her mouth, she immediately felt that she had never eaten anything more delicious than this.
He raised his eyes and smiled at Song Youyu: "How about I marry you, so that you can cook for me every day."
Wu Nian, who was cooking rice, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, with a look of shock on his face.
Song Youyu knew that she was lying, so he didn't take it seriously. He immediately said, "You have a good idea. I am a general after all. What do I mean by cooking for you every day?"
