Since the beginning of morning and evening, Jiang Shuyao has never slept in.
But this is not a big problem, just come back to make up sleep after you are finished.
But a few days later, the old lady asked her to copy the scriptures again, which stumped her—she couldn't write with a brush.
It is absolutely impossible not to copy, even if she lacks a brain, she understands that in the high-level mansion, the old lady is the immediate boss of the women, and she must not offend.
It's not enough to have someone copy it on your behalf. There is no old lady's eyeliner in Xie Guogong's mansion, and it will be bad if you are caught.
So, just copy it yourself. During the day, she copied scriptures in the small Buddhist hall set up by the old lady, and at night she had to light an oil lamp to continue copying.
There is no desk in the east wing, and the height of the ordinary desk is not suitable. After two days of copying, her waist began to feel sore.
On the third day, when she came back with the scriptures in her arms, she found that the light in Xie Xun's study was still on, so she went there cheeky.
Xie Xun didn't pay much attention in his yard, and there was no one guarding the door. Jiang Shuyao approached and looked at the door.
"What's the matter?" Xie Xun's cold voice came from the door.
"It's me." Jiang Shuyao paused and made a pleasing voice, "Husband, can I come in?"
There was no response from the door.
Jiang Shuyao thought to himself, it shouldn't be, my voice is so sweet, why doesn't he respond at all.
Xie Xun put down the writing brush, rubbed the goose bumps on his arm across his sleeve, and began to regret that he had not let the servant guard at the door, at least he could stop Jiang Shuyao directly.
"Husband?" Her voice sounded outside the door again, this time more pretentious.
Xie Xun frowned. She had been married for so long, and this was the first time she had heard such a "gentle" tone.
He closed the book and said, "Come in."
Jiang Shuyao slammed into the door with several thick volumes of scriptures in his arms, showing no manners at all.
"I don't have a desk over there. Can I sit with you for a while tonight?" she added, "Don't worry, I'll be quiet and I won't disturb you. I'll ask someone to buy a desk tomorrow. ."
Xie Xun didn't want to talk to her, so he nodded, and Jiang Shuyao's maid immediately brought the chair in.
She was obedient, huddled in the corner of the desk, not taking up much space.
Xie Xun originally suspected that she wanted to take this opportunity to get close to him, so he just took this opportunity to tell her clearly, don't try to ease the relationship between the two with a graceful attitude.
Unexpectedly, after she sat down, she would write quietly without giving him a single look.
In the late spring and early summer, the temperature was suitable, and she only wore a thin shirt, a bright yellow that was not suitable for her, not as good as the red shirt on the first day of the wedding.
Living idle at home, Jiang Shuyao is not very particular, such as forged ink hair draped over his shoulders, loosely inserted diagonally, blue silk half-pulled, and a jade hairpin inserted diagonally.
The soft candle light dyed her bright face a bit of hazy tenderness, laziness and relaxation, and brilliance inside.
Xie Xun's eyes moved to her jet-black hair. She was not suitable for wearing jade ornaments, but gold ornaments, which were rare among girls. The noble ladies in Beijing love jade ornaments more. They think that although gold is rich and beautiful, it is a bit more tacky. Now it seems that "vulgarity" is still because it can't be suppressed.
He looked back, his thoughts drifted away, and the pages on the case had not been turned.
He didn't recover until Jiang Shuyao suddenly put down the brush.
Her wrist was sore due to the lack of force, and after putting down the pen, she frowned and rubbed non-stop, her face turned bitter.
Xie Xun suddenly said, "Have you never learned to hold a pen at home?"
Jiang Shuyao's writing skills remained in the junior class in elementary school. She didn't answer. She picked up the brush again and muttered, "How can I finish copying so many
When I was young, my mother used to copy the scriptures to grind the elder sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law.
Seeing her frowning face, Xie Xun had a smile in his eyes, stood up and walked in front of her, bent down to look, and the smile that was not easy to show suddenly disappeared.
Although he has some talents, he is not the kind of person who looks down on mediocre people because of his good qualifications, but the word Jiang Shuyao...
"Are you a character? You're a ghost painting character." He had never seen such an ugly character since he was a child!
"Hey—" Jiang Shuyao picked up the copybook and swept it carefully. "What about it?" This level is far higher than that of elementary school students of the same age in the juvenile class, isn't it
"You..." Xie Xun hesitated before speaking. He had heard Jiang Shuyao's name of being ignorant and ignorant, but he never imagined that he was so ignorant that his writing was not as good as that of his nephew who had just opened his door.
Xie Xun couldn't help but said with a vicious tongue: "If you copy a word like this, you won't be able to make a difference."
Jiang Shuyao was hit hard, and slammed his head on the table with a bang: "What can I do? I'm going crazy."
Xie Xun was helpless, disgusted, and amused, and sat back in the chair: "Mother just wants to sharpen your temper, instead of rushing to work at night, it is better to show more performance during the day, and when the opportunity is right, hand over the copied scriptures. with mother."
It was rare for him to say so much, but he still relieved Jiang Shuyao's worries, and Jiang Shuyao gave him a strange look.
He was a good man...
No, this is teaching himself how to fool himself, so he is a good person who teaches himself to do bad things
After Xie Xun finished speaking, he realized that he was talking too much, ignored her, and read the book again.
Does it make sense to leave Jiang Shu squatted on the bench to think about how to "perform"
When she thinks about things, she always has some unbearable little habits, such as biting the cap of the pen.
So, Xie Xun saw out of the corner of his eyes that she put the tip of the pen in her mouth.
Perhaps because this action was too childish and indecent, he glanced at it unconsciously.
She was half leaning on the table, as if she was boneless, the blue silk slipped from the neck, taking advantage of the long and fair neck, the skin was frosty Sai Xue, the red lips that lightly bit the pen were plump and soft, and the pearl light revealed a delicate and rosy luster, as if containing Safflower with honey juice, waiting to be picked.
Xie Xun's eyes seemed to be scalded, and he quickly retracted it after only one glance, trying to stabilize his trance.
He kept writing, as if he was reading the book seriously, but he didn't know what annotations he wrote beside the book.
It was only when Jiang Shuyao suddenly said "hello" that he was completely awake. After a closer look, he found that he had written a few lines of scriptures in the corners of the book—"Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, feel If you want to practice knowledge, the same is true.”
He closed the book with a "snap", and answered the question in a clear-cut way: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Shuyao was puzzled by the serious look on his face, who was he angry with? I don't know what was written in the book, could it be that the wise officials in the history books were murdered by traitors...
She replied, "I'm hungry. I want to go to the kitchenette and get something to eat. Do you want it?"
Xie Xun was not hungry at first, but when she said that, he was a little hungry, and nodded: "I'll go with you."
Jiang Shuyao had already stood up and looked back at him in surprise.
Xie Xun walked over with his hands behind his back: "It's a little stuffy in the house, I'll go out to get some air."
"Oh." Jiang Shuyao nodded, and the two went out one after the other.
She thought that Xie Xun just wanted to go to the yard to stand for a while, but she didn't expect him to follow her all the way into the kitchen.
She talked too much, put down the lantern, and said casually: "Didn't you say that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen?"
Xie Xun followed her and walked in: "'The gentleman is far away from the kitchen' This sentence comes from "Book of Rites, Yuzao", 'The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and anything with blood and energy cannot be practiced.' It means that you should not do anything with blood and energy yourself. Go and kill them, so far away from the kitchen, benevolence is the best, and it has nothing to do with the kitchen."
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Shuyao actually listened carefully, as if he had "learned".
Then she folded her arms and looked at the stove worriedly, with a funny expression on her face: "I won't burn fire..."
She was about to go out to call someone, but she didn't expect Xie Xun to squat down and pick up the flint. With a "cha" sound, she lit the fire, and her movements were neat and smooth, making Jiang Shuyao stunned.
"How could you do this?"
Xie Xun gave her a fluttering look: "I've been out and about, so I can't take my servant with me at any time." Didn't he say he was infatuated with him? Don't know this.
Jiang Shuyao was puzzled by his eyes, and he didn't bother to bother with him. He added two spoons of water to the pot, closed the lid and waited for the water to boil.
Then turn around to find the choy sum, wash it, cut the green onions, and dice the shiitake mushrooms. After the fire is on, throw in the diced shiitake mushrooms and noodles. Cook for a while, then put the choy sum in boiling water and scald it, then take it out in a bowl.
Poured soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sprinkled with chopped green onion, Jiang Shuyao scooped out two spoonfuls of saozi from another small pot and placed it on the surface.
"It's barely a braised pork noodle," she said.
The two did not go back to the study, and went to the east wing for dinner.
This bowl of noodles is really simple to make, but it is very suitable for supper. The noodle soup is refreshing and has a mild umami taste due to the diced mushrooms. The salty fragrance is mixed with a touch of chopped green onion.
Saozi was made by Jiang Shuyao in the afternoon. He originally planned to eat braised pork rice, but at the end of the night, he couldn't eat it when he asked An to come back.
The fat and thin pork belly used for braised pork is cut into small pieces and thrown into the pot to simmer out the bright oil, then add the aniseed, simmer slowly, and finally add rock sugar to coat it with candy color. Grasp the heat well, the diced braised pork is only red, not burnt, and each piece is covered with brown-red sauce.
The braised pork is smoked and heated by the noodle soup, stir a little, the light noodle soup will not destroy the original taste of saozi.
Xie Xun picked up a chopstick of noodles mixed with braised pork.
The noodles are fresh, smooth and piping hot, retaining the original refreshing taste of the noodles.
The braised pork is fat and lean, the fat is fragrant and soft and glutinous, the lean meat is not cooked for a long time, and the marinade is thick and soaked into the diced meat well. Greasy, it melts in one sip.
With the green cabbage, it further removes the greasyness of the braised pork, leaving only the fragrant, refreshing and warm ironing for this obviously meaty supper.
He liked braised pork very much, and he ate all the braised pork in three strokes and five by two. Jiang Shuyao wanted to ask him if he wanted to go to the small kitchen to add another spoonful of braised pork. ", shut up.
The sauce of the braised pork is incorporated into the soup, and even the noodles are coated with the rich meaty aroma. Xie Xun chewed slowly and ate a bowl of noodles cleanly.
Xie Xun's bowl of noodles was twice that of Jiang Shuyao's. Seeing that he had even drank the soup base, Jiang Shuyao couldn't help but wonder whether it was because he had too much food or his craftsmanship was good.
After eating a late-night snack, the two of them were sweating slightly, and they were all lazy and ironing. Xie Xun went back to the study and read the book for a while before taking a shower and going to bed. He had a good night's sleep. ,,