Xia Qianqian got out of bed, picked up a wooden stick, opened the door and went out, shouting, "Who!"
The rustling sound had ceased, the night was very quiet, snowflakes were falling, and occasionally a jackdaw would call. There was something at the gate of the yard, it was so dark that I couldn't see what it was, and there was a set of fresh footprints outside.
After the experience of collecting charcoal last time, Xia Qianqian was not worried that it was a wild beast this time, and strode over with a stick in hand.
There was a food box on the snow.
"Food box?" Xia Qianqian frowned strangely, thinking of the silver charcoal last time. She opened the food box and a familiar fragrance wafted out.
Braised pork!
Xia Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. Unable to contain her excitement, she ran out to chase him.
The footprints only extended two or three meters and then disappeared, replaced by horse hoof prints. Xia Qianqian looked far away, trying to see who was bringing her things again and again. However, the night was too dark, and she could only see a black figure riding a horse and galloping away.
Xia Qianqian felt lost, so she turned around and took the lunch box back to the house.
Qin had already taken Xia Yunyun to sleep. She sat alone under the lamp, staring at the food box and the braised pork inside.
The food box was very delicate, with peony patterns carved on the finest wood. Although the braised pork was already cold, it looked very familiar.
She likes to eat braised pork, and when Gu Yanjing is in a good mood, he will make two bowls. One bowl to eat now, and one bowl to keep in the refrigerator. The braised pork in front of her is the same as the one in her refrigerator!
"Impossible, I must be overthinking." Xia Qianqian shook her head vigorously. She was the one who didn't appreciate her blessings and insisted on divorcing Gu Yanjing. God punished her to farm in ancient times, so how could she eat the braised pork made by Gu Yanjing again
Everything was just her illusion. Because she missed him so much, her eyes were deceiving her.
However, she still wanted to try the taste and see how much it resembled Gu Yanjing's work.
Xia Qianqian reached out and took the braised pork out of the food box, and cursed herself in her heart for not living up to her expectations and still thinking about Gu Yanjing. After three minutes of self-contempt, Xia Qianqian regained her balance and went to heat up the braised pork with a clear conscience.
As soon as the meat is put into the pot and heated, the familiar aroma wafts out.
Xia Qianqian was stunned, and sniffed it hard in disbelief. Finally, her eyes became hot—after confirming it with her nose, it was the smell she wanted!
"How is this possible..." Xia Qianqian took the meat out of the pot with shaking hands, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth, taking a light bite... She closed her eyes and tears burst out.
It's this! It's this! That's it! Gu Yanjing's braised pork is absolutely right!
But, how could there be braised pork with this flavor in this world? Could it be that Gu Yanjing is here too
Gu Changsheng's young but calm face appeared in her mind. Xia Qianqian was startled and opened her eyes quickly. No, no, it's impossible! They just look similar.
Everyone said that the third young master of the Gu family was born stupid and weak. Although the rumor was not quite accurate, Gu Changsheng was not stupid, but she had seen with her own eyes that he was weak. With the Gu family's love for Gu Changsheng, how could they let him cook
Even if we take a step back and say that Gu Changsheng is Gu Yanjing, he would never receive her like a gentleman. He would definitely want to kill her.
Thinking of this, Xia Qianqian's heart slowly fell back into her stomach.
If it wasn't Gu Changsheng, then who was it? Who else could make Gu Yanjing's braised pork
Could it be... Gu Yanjing's ancestors? Is Gu Yanjing's cooking skills actually inherited from his ancestors
(End of this chapter)