"Grandpa Gu, what are you doing? That woman dares to commit such crimes, and she will die without us taking action! Lord Guan doesn't know what he thinks. What do you mean we can't control her? What can't we do as a servant?
No matter..."
"Crack!"
After being slapped away, Sun Zhiyao covered her face and was stunned.
"Grandpa Gu, why..."
"I almost got killed by you! You dare to say anything without fear of disaster! What are you thinking that I don't know? You used to make small fuss, but because of your aunt's face, I just turned a blind eye.
You closed one eye and the other, but now you dare to mess with that woman without even finding out her background?!"
"What's her background?! Isn't she just a servant?!"
"Idiot! Which servant did you see who dared to blatantly yell at His Majesty and is still alive today? Didn't you hear what Master Guan just said? That woman is not something we can mess with, do you understand?"
"I don't understand! If her status is really valuable, why didn't your Majesty make it clear?"
"You! Forget it, I have said this, do you want to listen to me? I am doing this for your aunt's sake. I hope you will think about your aunt before doing anything."
After saying this, he turned around and left.
"Grandpa Gu!!"
Seeing him walking away, Sun Zhiyao stamped her feet angrily.
That bitch! She is indeed a vixen! I don’t know what kind of evil magic she used, but even Grandpa Gu can’t do anything to her!
This relationship is settled!
She will never let that woman go easily!
Sun Zhiyao looked gloomy and limped away, dragging his foot that was stepped on by Ling Xuewei.
…
In the living room, the atmosphere remained deadlocked for a long time.
In the end, it was Ling Xuewei who got discouraged first.
Forget it, why is she arguing with Ye Moyan?
Ling Xuewei walked to the long table and sat down, put the pot in her hand on the table, took out the charcoal stove and lit it, "Since you don't believe it, try it yourself."
Her hands were sore from holding it for so long.
Ling Xuewei turned around and brought out all the dishes she had prepared earlier. Ye Moyan watched her circling back and forth like a little bee. She was about to leave, but when she smelled the aroma, she walked over by some strange mistake.
So when Ling Xuewei brought the last dish, she saw that Ye Moyan was already sitting at the table.
She pouted and put the dishes on the table. The hot pot was already boiling and bubbling. Ling Xuewei started to put the dishes, first the meat, then the mushrooms and various vegetables. The whole pot was colorful and pretty.
Good looking.
Soon, the whole living room was filled with fragrance. Just kidding, she boiled the pot for almost two hours and mixed it with more than a dozen spices.
Other cuisines don't dare to say that, but she said that the skill of making hot pot is second, and absolutely no one dares to say that it is first.
It is also because practice makes perfect, and because it is convenient, it is lively when everyone gathers around the stove to eat, so it has become a mainstream dish for their dinner parties. The more they cook, the more varieties they have, not to mention, Mianmian also likes to eat it, so she
So I racked my brains and improved the original hot pot.
Make it delicious and nutritious, and invent various flavors.
The most important thing is the sauce.
Seasonings of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, onion and garlic are indispensable. Her favorite food is hot sauce. The little one likes to eat oil dishes, so she prepared it for him in advance.
Ye Moyan fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand without moving his chopsticks.
Ling Xuewei glanced at Ye Moyan and resigned herself to mixing a portion for him.
Soon, a delicate plate was placed in front of him.
The white jade bone plate has a crystal clear soup inside. There is no chili, coriander, onion or garlic, only a little soy sauce and her special seasoning.
Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows slightly.
I know his taste very clearly.
Ye Moyan looked deeply at Ling Xuewei and picked up the chopsticks.
First, I picked up a piece of mutton, dipped it in the sauce, and then put it in my mouth.
Then, he paused.
Even though Ling Xuewei was not squinting, she was actually paying attention to what was going on here.
However, Ye Moyan's expression was indifferent from beginning to end, and it was hard to tell whether he liked it or not.
But he had already taken down his second chopsticks.
She was happy.
Humph! He is indeed a dog man! Let you hold it!
At this time, suddenly a milky voice came from a distance, "Daddy, Fairy Sister, what are you doing?"
It turned out that the little guy came down.
A Yuan waited and waited above, but never saw his sister come back. His stomach growled with hunger, so he had no choice but to come down in person.
As soon as I got there, I saw my father and fairy sister eating delicious food.
"Wow! It smells so good..." A Yuan ran over, climbed on the seat, and leaned forward on the table, "Sister Fairy, how can you and daddy eat here without calling yourself A Yuan?"
A Yuan pouted.
"Sit tight."
A faint sound, implying majesty.
The little guy sat down obediently, put his hands on his knees and straightened his back.
Ling Xuewei put the oil dish she had prepared for him in front of him, and when she saw that Ye Moyan didn't stop her, she curled her lips.
"I originally planned to call you, but I didn't expect you to run down by yourself. The pot has just boiled and the vegetables are cooked. I'll pick up what you want to eat."
"A Yuan wants to eat meat..."
The little guy is a determined carnivore.
"It's not good yet. Meat is hard to digest. How about eating some vegetables? I also made some meatballs and gave them to you too."
"Oh well."
The little guy compromised, but he couldn't hide his disappointment.
Ling Xuewei leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, the kitchen has prepared your favorite cake and will bring it to you later."
The little guy's eyes lit up, and his disappointment suddenly disappeared.
A Yuan picked up his chopsticks and started eating obediently. The oily dish was light and soothing, and paired with the vegetables and meatballs that were full of flavor, it instantly opened up his taste buds.
He ate very deliciously.
"Sister, A Yuan wants to eat that..."
"And that..."
…
The dinner table was very lively, A Yuan was chattering like a little sparrow, and the smile on his little face never faded.
Ye Moyan took a few bites and then put down his chopsticks.
He has cultivated to this day and has long given up his appetite. Being able to eat a few mouthfuls is already considered rare.
Twisting the beads in his hand, he leaned on the back of the chair and his eyes fell on the two people, one big and one small, beside him.
What was rare today was that even though A Yuan was making a lot of noise, he didn't say anything to stop it.
The living room that used to be deserted suddenly became a little more popular.
The scene of three people sitting at the dining table is so harmonious. At first glance, it looks like a family of three, warm and peaceful.
The eyes of the people in the kitchen almost popped out of their heads when they saw it. Is that your Majesty? Could it be that someone had switched the job?
"What are you doing here? Why don't you go back to work!"
After being scolded by the chef, everyone dispersed.
After the meal, A Yuan lay on his seat with his bulging belly and sighed contentedly.
The servants immediately brought the cut fruits, but the little guy was thinking about his cake. (To be continued)