Xie Xun has been excluded recently.
Thinking that he has lived for 20 years, the most important thing is to have friends around him, and now there is no one across from him for lunch, and even the surrounding table is empty.
But Xie Xun is not depressed at all, he sits there every day at noon, when the lid of the box is opened, the whole room is filled with the tempting smell of rice. If he is a colleague who can only eat Donggong dishes all day, he will also I don't want to sit next to him.
Lin Cheng was far away from him, and when he saw Xie Xun eating the rice bowl elegantly, he was about to bite the chopsticks out of his teeth with jealousy.
No, he couldn't bear it any longer, and when he was on duty in the afternoon, he dragged Xie Xun and had to go to Xie Guogong's mansion to take a seat.
The two families were close. Before Xie Xun got married, Lin Cheng ran to Duke Xie's mansion. It had been a long time since the last time he went to his mansion.
Lin Cheng wanted to go to Xie Xun's mansion this time for two main things: first, to see how holy the cook in Xie Xun's mansion was, and to come up with a lunch box that could cook without fire, the dishes he cooked every day were also fresh. Fragrant novelty.
The cooks in their house were invited at a high price. I heard that my ancestors worked as cooks with Emperor Taizu, and they were the first batch of people who learned to cook, but they still couldn't compare to the cooks of Xie Xun's house.
The second point is to see how Xie Xun's life was after he got married. He wondered how hard Xie Xun's life was after he got married. Since he was so uncomfortable, he just went to take a look.
When Xie Xun heard that Lin Cheng said he was going to his house, he nodded subconsciously and agreed.
He said to Lin Cheng, "Are you going to my house for something?"
Lin Cheng said cheekily, "Can't you go and sit if you have nothing to do?"
Lin used to go to Chengdu during the day. The two of them painted and wrote or went to the pavilion for drinking and poetry, but now...
Xie Xun looked up at the sky and said to Lin Cheng, "You don't want to stay for dinner, right?"
Lin Cheng's mind was pierced, and he coughed: "I haven't seen your eldest brother and second brother for a long time, and my aunt. I wonder if her old man's health is healthy, and if the two little nephews are studying hard—"
Xie Xun gave him a cold look, Lin Chengcheng knew that it was impossible for him to fool Xie Xun with his nonsense, so he shut up obediently.
Xie Xun strode forward with a helpless tone: "I said that my daily lunch is made by my wife. Even if you go, we can only eat meals made by the big kitchen together."
Lin Cheng saw that his tone was magnanimous and didn't seem like a lie, so he hesitated and said, "It's okay, I didn't want to eat."
When they arrived at Xie Guogong's mansion, the two entered the Tingzhu Courtyard one after the other and stayed in the study for a while before Xie Xun ordered the meal.
Lin Cheng sat down in front of the table and watched his servant pass the meal, feeling a little nervous for a while.
Lin Cheng's heart shattered until he saw the dinner that was not very different from his own dinner on the table.
No, did Xie Boyuan explain that he wouldn't let the chef cook tonight? Or is Xie Guogong's house simple for dinner, and only lunch is left to the chef
Lin Cheng's mind went flying, Xie Xun just pretended he didn't see the disappointment on his face, picked up the chopsticks, and said, "Move the chopsticks."
Since Jiang Shuyao didn't need to please Xie Xun, she didn't deliberately have dinner with Xie Xun. Only when Xie Xun was on duty early and hurried back to the mansion just in time for lunch, Jiang Shuyao would invite him to have dinner with him.
Today, he returned to the yard and led Lin Cheng directly to the study. He didn't go to Jiang Shuyao's small courtyard to show his presence, so the dinner that Jiang Shuyao cooked by himself would definitely not be eaten.
Hey, it was early today, and he could have made it to dinner, but he was abruptly mixed up by Lin Cheng.
While Lin Cheng was still thinking about what happened, the servant who came in from outside the house suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Master, Madam sent a maid to ask if you would like to have dinner with her."
Xie Xun was stunned, and Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered him, but it was a pleasant surprise.
Before he could answer, Bai Zhi, who was following behind the servant, saw Lin Cheng, and hurriedly saluted, "Madam didn't know that the master has a guest, so the servant will report back."
Xie Xun hurriedly stopped: "Wait!"
Bai Zhi turned around and saluted Xie Xun again, waiting for the order.
"Cough." Xie Xun realized that he was too anxious when he suddenly shouted, and quickly slowed down, "Did she cook too much dinner today?"
"Back to the third master, Madam has done too much today."
Yesterday, Jiang Shuyao marinated the duck, leaving a pile of duck gizzard, duck heart, duck liver, duck intestine and a large pot of duck blood. I was afraid that it would break down after a long time, so I just disposed of it and made a large pot of duck blood vermicelli soup.
She certainly couldn't finish it herself. When she looked at a large pot of duck blood vermicelli soup, she suddenly thought of Xie Xun, who was a big eater next door.
Xie Xun's face was still as calm and handsome as usual, but his eyes brightened a bit: "You tell her that I have guests in the house now, so I can't go to her side to accompany her to eat, and ask her to let the servants bring some meals. "
Bai Zhi responded and saluted and retired.
Lin Cheng was very surprised when Xie Xun was so polite. Didn't he dislike the Jiang family who insisted on marrying him
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, his mind was a mess, and he suddenly smelled a very delicious smell. When he looked up, the little maid was walking here with a dinner plate.
There are two sea bowls on the dinner plate, and the mouth of the bowl is steaming.
Lin Cheng watched the maid set the meal, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked curiously at the duck blood vermicelli soup in the bowl.
The soup base is clear, there is a layer of light golden oil slick on the surface, the fans are crystal clear, the red duck blood is coded in the center of the bowl, and the duck liver, duck gizzard and duck intestines cut into small pieces are placed next to them, sprinkled with emerald green The green onion is attractive in color and rich in ingredients.
The maid remembered Jiang Shuyao's instructions and introduced them: "This is duck blood vermicelli soup, and the side dish is duck blood and duck miscellaneous dishes. Madam has prepared chili oil for you. If you want spicy, pour a spoonful of it. Madam. Said that the clear soup and spicy taste are delicious, and I can eat half of it before pouring spicy oil."
Without Jiang Shuyao's personal introduction, Xie Xun felt that the duck blood vermicelli soup was not so fragrant.
Lin Cheng pricked up his ears to listen, and opened his mouth in astonishment. It turns out that Mrs. Jiang is actually that skilled cook... Wait, duck blood
He looked down at the red bloody tofu and stammered, "But the blood that bleeds?"
The maid didn't know how to answer, Xie Xun waved her hand to let her back. He was a little unhappy about Lin Cheng rubbing against the food that Jiang Shuyao cooked by himself, and said in a cold voice, "It's fine if you don't eat it."
After he finished speaking, he realized that he had such a small temper. When he was a greedy young child, he would still share caramel with his playmates.
Without thinking too much, he took a deep breath of the umami and picked up the chopsticks to eat.
When Lin saw this, he no longer hesitated. First, he tentatively picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth. The fan wrapped in the old duck soup had a mellow and delicious soup base, soft and elastic, slender and smooth, and inhaled After the fresh fragrance spreads in the mouth, it makes people hate to have to chew and swallow.
After drinking another sip of the old duck soup with duck oil, the stomach warmed up instantly.
Lin Cheng was a little less particular about his meals, sucking fans in a rustling manner, and even drinking soup directly from a bowl.
Xie Xun was not disappointed, but he didn't need to be so impatient, after all, he could taste the food made by Jiang's every day.
For some reason, she recently started thinking about cooking with ingredients that ordinary people hate, such as this bowl of duck offal, Xie Xun can probably guess what kind of offal it is made of.
He picked up a piece of duck blood, and the sauce-red blood tofu rippled slightly between the chopsticks. Put it in the mouth, the duck blood is soft, tender and delicate, more elastic and tough than tofu, delicious and peculiar in taste.
Lin Cheng over there has almost eaten up all the fans in such a big bowl, and no longer minds the duck offal left behind, he tentatively picked up a few pieces of duck offal and put it in his mouth.
Duck gizzard, duck liver is fragrant and glutinous, duck heart is thick and chewy, cooked to taste, salty and delicious, the more you chew, the more fragrant, the unique mellow meat flavor of duck offal is full of stamina, and it is a little reluctant to swallow after chewing.
It is even more delicious to eat the yellow duck intestines. The duck intestines are slightly rolled, and some delicious soup is rolled inside, which is extremely tender as soon as you enter the mouth.
Duck intestines have a special taste, they are actually crunchy, chewing softly in the mouth, very chewy, and the crispy and delicious taste is very addictive.
While chewing, take a sip of the clear and fragrant old duck soup, let the fragrant but not greasy duck oil slide over the tip of the tongue, the taste is really wonderful.
He ate the rest of the duck intestines quickly, and then looked at the duck intestines in Xie Xun's bowl with bright eyes.
Xie Xun ate quietly, unaware that his duck offal was being targeted. Two chopstick tips suddenly appeared in his sight, moving slowly, accompanied by Lin Cheng's pleasing voice: "Bo Yuan, give me one, just one."
Xie Xun has endured the sound of his eating for a long time. Now that he sees that his chopsticks are about to be stretched into his bowl, he can't bear it any longer: "Lin Wenrao!"
Lin Cheng was startled, retracted his chopsticks aggrievedly, and discussed with him, "Can you ask the maid to scoop me another spoonful of these things, I haven't enjoyed it yet."
Xie Xun's tone was a little cold: "How can you be like this? It's more than enough to come to my house to eat my wife's food, but you still want to eat and eat to enjoy it?"
"Just add a spoonful, it's not very expensive..." Lin Cheng always wanted to say something in front of Xie Xun and didn't care about the rules, but as soon as he said it, he noticed that Xie Xun's face suddenly turned cold.
The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, he immediately shut up, and honestly ate what was left at the bottom of his bowl, not even a mouthful of soup.
After eating, Lin Cheng leaned back, propped up his upper body and sighed, this meal was so comfortable, his armpits and backs were sweating, his whole body was relaxed, and even his joints were warm.
After he was full, his mind finally became a little brighter, and after realizing it, he thought of the reason why Xie Xun was unhappy just now. He doesn't seem to dislike eating too much, but because he doesn't want him to eat too much food made by Jiang's
Gosh, he's found out some incredible secret, is it jealous or...
He burped and covered his mouth quickly, for fear that he would break the secret by talking to himself and be killed by Xie Xun.
Watching Xie Xun slowly finish eating such a big bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, Lin Cheng's terrifying conjecture gradually solidified: Was it because Xie Xun took the initiative to marry a wife because he wanted to reject the Queen's marriage? So that there will be a chance to reconcile in the future, but because Jiang is good at cooking? !
Not really, this is Xie Boyuan of Jiyue's scenery, isn't he Lin Cheng, will he really sacrifice his color for a bite
It's too scary, he will come to eat often in the future to suppress the shock. ,,