Juxian Tower.
Juxianlou’s Pheasant and Winter Bamboo Shoot Soup is really good. Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi finished the whole soup. Mu Nanzhi was a little overwhelmed, so he just sat in his armchair and was lazy, waiting for the food to subside. Eat, and then go back downstairs with Lu Zhishan.
They dined in the private room on the third floor of Juxian Building. The window of this private room faced the street outside. The two of them had enough to eat and drink. While chatting under the warm winter sun, they looked out the window at the prosperity of the capital city. Peaceful.
"Cousin, what's your favorite dish?" Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan. She ate at Ningjun Prince's Mansion quite often, but the dishes at Ningjun Prince's Mansion were very mixed. Almost every time The dishes were all very different, so she couldn't figure out what Lu Zhishan liked.
Lu Zhishan took a sip of tea and thought seriously for a while, and then said: "When I was a child, I liked Jiangnan cuisine the most, which is much more refined than northern cuisine, such as water shield soup, whitebait soup, and eight-treasure duck. I like them all, especially the whitebait and water shield soup. However, the water shield is a product of the south of the Yangtze River and is not easy to keep fresh. Even the royal family cannot get it often. They can only eat it a few times a year, so I can't wait to throw out the bowl every time. The bottom was licked clean.”
Speaking of this, Lu Zhishan curled his lips, and his face showed the warmth of recalling the past: "I remember at that time, Eunuch Zhao always said that I didn't have any royal etiquette when eating, and asked me to change it. In front of me, I agreed, but the next time I ate the whitebait and water shield soup, it was still so messy that Eunuch Zhao couldn’t laugh or cry, but he still secretly left me an extra bowl every time.”
Mu Nanzhi tilted his head and looked at Lu Zhishan holding the tea cup with his head down and a smile. He felt that the man looked graceful and noble. He couldn't imagine how funny he looked when he was young, holding a soup bowl and licking the bottom of the bowl. , she raised her head and asked curiously: "Is this Zhao Ruhai that my cousin is talking about?"
Lu Zhishan nodded: "Yes, my father was very busy at that time, and my mother and concubine died young. Eunuch Zhao usually takes care of me, and he treats me very well."
"What about now? What does my cousin like to eat now?" Mu Nanzhi raised his head and continued to ask.
Lu Zhishan didn't answer for a while. He looked at the window and pondered for a long time, and then he said, "Actually, I can't say whether I like it or not."
Lu Zhishan was telling the truth. Since he went to the southern battlefield, the little fun and hobbies in his life have long been worn away.
Mu Nanzhi didn't believe it, and mumbled and asked, "How could it be? Who doesn't have a favorite?"
Lu Zhishan slightly curled his lips and said calmly: "I have been in southern Xinjiang for a long time, smelling blood all day long, looking at mountains of corpses, maybe I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow, what else can I like? Don’t like it? Just eat whatever you get.”
Mu Nanzhi listened quietly without saying a word. She suddenly remembered that before Lu Zhishan became the cousin who loved and doted on her, he was still a powerful general who guarded the frontier. She looked at the man's silent face and said, A bit dazed.
"Cousin, what about the whitebait and water shield soup?" Mu Nanzhi asked cautiously, "Don't you like it now too?"
Lu Zhishan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't like it, it just doesn't taste like it did when I was a child. I always feel that no matter how good the kitchen skills are, there is still not the extra bowl that Eunuch Zhao secretly left for me. Delicious.”