The dumplings have all been made, just wait for a while to be put into the pot.
Ms. Chen San and the two girls were sitting and talking in the courtyard. The chores in the kitchen were almost done. The two maids couldn't get in the way of the next thing. They stood behind serving tea and water. Li Yi was busy in the kitchen alone. Chen Chong And Zeng Shichun stood at the kitchen door and watched.
Zeng Shichun, the servant of the household department, still had a look of surprise on his face, and shook his head and said: "If my colleagues in the court know that the dignified dean of the college, Dr. Jin Ziguanglu, can do such a thing of cooking, I don't know how much I will be shocked." Human jaw."
Chen Chong snorted coldly, his eyes were rather disdainful, and he said, "It's obviously insulting to the gentlemen, your jaw dropped from shock? It's almost as good as laughing your teeth out."
His grandma didn't like this guy at first, she didn't do anything, she just stood here talking sarcasticly, she didn't have any vision at all, Li Yi looked back and said lightly: "Come here and peel those green onions gone."
Chen Chong sneered, "Are you ordering me?"
"If you don't want to peel it, please go back." Li Yi didn't turn his head back, "I think I'm used to feeding the adults in this matter, so I probably wouldn't care about a plate of dumplings."
"...where are the onions?"
"Corner." Li Yi marinated the fish, and said, "If Mr. Zeng is fine, mash a few cloves of garlic there into garlic paste."
"Okay." Zeng Shichun readily agreed without any resistance.
In the yard.
Miss Chen San looked at Zeng Zuimo, and asked in confusion, "Both Zui Mo and Zeng Shilang are surnamed Zeng, could it be..."
Zeng Zuimo smiled and said, "It's all in the past."
Miss Chen San saw that her expression was slightly dim, so she stopped asking, and the three of them chatted about other things. From the kitchen not far away, voices could be heard from time to time.
"I told you to peel the onions, not all the onions. Look at the onions you peeled. What's left now?" This was Li Yi's annoyed voice.
"How dare you yell at me!" Chen Chong's voice was equally furious.
"What's wrong with you, do you have an opinion?"
"My officer..."
"Have opinions, right? If you have opinions, go out and raise them!"
"—"
"Forget it, forget it, there are only a few green onions left, there is nothing for you to spoil, go, take this rubbish out and throw it away..., what is going on, if there is not enough success, and there is more than failure, I can only throw away the rubbish …”
With a dustpan in his hand, Chen Chong walked out of the kitchen with an angry face. After taking two steps, he turned around and asked, "Where to throw it?"
Wan Ruoqing stared blankly at a certain direction, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Where..."
Miss Chen San shook her head and said, "It's okay, let them make trouble, it will be more lively this way."
She looked at the two girls, with a smile on her face, and asked, "You must have known that child a long time ago, right?"
Zeng Zuimo asked in confusion, "Which child?"
Wan Ruoqing nodded with a smile, and said, "The first time we met was when we were in Qing'an Mansion, and it's been almost two years since now."
The three of them were talking about these things, and a scent gradually wafted out of the kitchen.
…
There are only the four of them in the small courtyard on weekdays, and most of their meals are on the stone table in the courtyard. If the weather is bad, they will be inside the house. Li Yi will eat here occasionally. It does not seem crowded if there is one more person beside the table. I couldn't sit still.
As outsiders, Zeng Shilang and Chen Jishizhong could only sit at the stone table outside. This was the VIP seat specially arranged by Li Yi for them.
After they sat down, Li Yi ate a few mouthfuls, then stood up and said, "Everyone eat the vegetables first, and I'll cook the dumplings."
Wan Ruoqing stood up and said, "I'll help."
"You guys eat, I can do it alone." Li Yi shook his head and walked to the kitchen.
Miss Chen San looked away from the door and asked, "Does he often cook?"
"He never cared about the opinions of outsiders. When he was in Qing'an Mansion, he often cooked for himself." Wan Ruoqing nodded and asked, "Does the food suit your taste?"
Ms. Chen San showed a gratified smile on her face: "It's the royal chef in the palace, it's nothing more than that."
The three of them were talking, and after a while, Zeng Zuimo looked outside with some doubts, and murmured: "Why haven't you come back yet, I'll go and have a look."
She got up and walked out of the courtyard, towards the direction of the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Li Yi lit a fire under the stove, washed his hands in the basin beside him, then picked up the bowl, and ate the bowl one bite at a time—let's call it dumplings.
The dumplings made by Miss Zeng still look like some dumplings before they are put into the pot. After they are put into the pot, they are a mixture of dough, meat filling and water. The taste is really the most unique dumpling he has ever eaten.
"Okay, you, we are all waiting for you inside, and you actually steal food here!"
There was a voice of surprise and excitement from behind, and then Li Yi's wrist was grabbed. Miss Zeng looked at Li Yi with a somewhat smug expression as if she had caught a thief who was stealing things.
"What are you stealing? It's from a girl's house. Be careful when you speak..." Li Yi still held the bowl in his hand, and said, "Don't move, be careful of spilling..."
It is a rare thing to see Li Yi embarrassing. Miss Zeng raised her chin and said with a little pride: "You are stealing food, I caught you, and you got the stolen goods, and you want to deny it?"
Li Yi looked at her and said, "Please, stealing food is a matter for two people, and one person can't do it."
"Why can't one do it alone?"
On the contrary, Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some doubts. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized what he just said, blushed, glared at him, and whispered: "Deng Tuzi..."
"There's no rush about stealing food." Li Yi put down the bowl and said, "The dumplings are almost ready, help bring them in later."
Zeng Zuimo walked to the stove and said, "I want to eat the dumplings I made."
"You made it?" Li Yi shook his head and said, "I threw it away, all the pots were scattered, how do I bring it up?"
"you!"
Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some embarrassment. Those were the dumplings he worked so hard to make. Although they were not good-looking, it was the first time. How could he...
Inadvertently caught a glimpse of Li Yi's bowl aside, his expression was slightly taken aback.
Naturally, there were no dumplings in the bowl. The dough and meat were spread out, and it didn't look like a dumpling at all. The only one that looked alike was a dumpling with two round ears, which she made by herself.
"you… "
Her voice softened, she lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at Li Yi. Although she was a little flustered and at a loss at the moment, there was another sweet and warm thing filling her heart.
Li Yi took out the bowls and chopsticks, intending to rinse them again with clean water, and said, "Help me watch, when the water boils twice, you can put it into the pot."
"kindness."
Zeng Zuimo nodded, uttered an indistinct syllable from his throat, stood on tiptoe, and leaned over to look into the pot.
Make such a posture, the body will naturally bend down an arc.
This familiar arc gave Li Yi a strange feeling in his hand, and he couldn't help but recall the scene in the morning in his mind.
When Zeng Zuimo turned his head inadvertently, he saw him staring blankly at a certain part of his body, his body froze, and that place seemed to become numb again.
She was short of breath, and said angrily, "Where are your eyes looking!"
"Cough, cough!" Li Yi coughed dryly, looked into the pot, and said, "It's almost done, let's start the pot..."
Zeng Zuimo blushed, looked back, and whispered: "It hasn't boiled yet..."
"It's not boiled... it's okay."
…
In addition to dumplings, the dishes on the table are also very rich. Originally, they were made according to the number of people. Li Yi brought out the last bowl of dumplings and said with a smile: "Let's taste the taste first..."
"tasty!"
Xiao Cui ate a dumpling, although she was so hot that she breathed in, she stretched out her chopsticks.
He glanced at Li Yi inadvertently, as if he had discovered something, pointed to the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, did you steal it in the kitchen just now!"
Click!
Hearing the word "stealing", Zeng Zuimo's wrist trembled, and the dumpling he had picked up fell into the bowl again.
In the courtyard, beside the stone table.
Chen Chong picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and took a bite. Then he was startled, raised his head, and asked suspiciously: "Mr. Zeng, do you feel that this dumpling is a bit raw?"