After returning from the main hall, Qing Qiao only felt that her hands and feet were cold and her figure was floating, and she staggered with every step she took.
She thought of Mr. Qi's distorted face after leaving the house, with the words "monstrous anger" engraved on every hair.
"Why? Why did you lie to him? You can clearly tell him the truth!" Word by word, gnashing your teeth to accuse.
This Ojisan, what are you kidding? I am so desperate to offend a noble person who can protect you with all my strength, and I am in danger of being blooded by him at any time. You don't care about my life, I do care about myself!
After all, he finally comforted Mr. Qi with the excuse that Shao Yi was too weak and needed to avoid irritation, and agreed that she would change her name to Du Chunjiao during the time she was in Qi's residence.
"...I said, this name is very vulgar." Mr. Qi couldn't help muttering to her when they broke up, "Why did you think of such a rustic name?"
"Who knows? It was just a flash of inspiration at that time." She smiled sweetly, "Maybe I was called Du Chunjiao in my previous life."
As soon as she got back to her room, Dong Xi leaped at her like a butterfly, "Hey, Prince Duan sent you a letter."
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"Why are you so happy?" Qing Qiao was tangled in her heart, rather sour, "Why don't you first care about your master's well-being tonight?"
Dong Xi pinched a piece of letter paper to advance or retreat, so he could only bow his head obediently: "...."
"Okay, okay, tell me your beliefs." Qing Qiao always hated people to pretend to be pitiful, coughed dryly and waved her hands in a show of arrogance.
This is mine, Dong Xi smiled and opened the letter paper, cleared her throat, and recited each word vividly:
"Little Joe my love:
How was your first day in Qizhuang
Farewell to the palace, this king misses you unbearably, and I can't sleep peacefully every night. I sincerely hope that you will miss me as much as this king misses you. The rivers and lakes are dangerous, I pray day and night that you can overcome all difficulties and come back safely as you wish, but in case you get killed, please remember that the primary goal is to run back to the palace. This king has arranged for Zuo Qing to take you to escape at any time. Jiao Tianya guarantees that no one can catch up.
Dear Duan, who loves you.
Also: The cloth bag sent by Xiao Qiao is very unique, the king likes it very much, and ordered his servants to imitate it. Everyone said that this bag has such a large capacity that it has never been heard before, and it can actually hold five whole sesame seed cakes, which is really gratifying. "
Putting away this "love letter" that looked like a curse, Dongxi looked at him in embarrassment, and stopped talking several times.
His bulging cheeks remained silent, his face ashen.
"...that..., the prince seems dissatisfied with you living in Qi's mansion?" Dongxi plucked up the courage to test
"How can you be dissatisfied?"
With a wail, he slumped down on the table of the Eight Immortals: "—I'm simply very dissatisfied!"
That night, Gu Qingqiao had a nightmare that he hadn't had for a long time. She dreamed that she knelt on the ground to give Shao Yi a toe, and begged him to eat with tears in her eyes, but Shao Yi laughed and kicked her into the lotus pond. She gritted her teeth and got up to ask Mr. Qi to comment, but Mr. Qi said that she couldn't even feed a pig, which was ridiculous and absurd; she really had no choice but to ask Duan Yu, Duan Yu smiled and pointed at Zuo Qing and said that if you ran faster than him, I would help him .
In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, and locked Shao Yi into a big iron cage on a dark and windy night. Every day, she strangled his neck and poured braised pork and pig's knuckles into it with a funnel.
. Shao Yi's face was flushed and his hands were dancing while he was choking, and she was in so much pain that he couldn't live without looking melancholy—what a waste of the motherland's food! !
Behind them who were making a fuss, a dilapidated wooden signboard that would collapse in the wind was erected at some point, and after a quick look, it was written with eight big red characters—"Welcome to Beijing's Forced Duck."
On the second day, the rooster crowed three times, and several servants outside the wing room were already waiting for the door.
"—Sir, it's time for breakfast, Mr. Qi asked the girl to move to the kitchen to supervise the diet."
The one who stepped forward to speak was the man in blue from yesterday, with a charming smile on his face and crooked eyes. He introduced himself as Qu, saying that he was the father-in-law in charge of the mansion.
Qing Qiao was startled when she failed to put the spear down all night. In the morning, she felt resentful. Then she thought, now that she is living under the fence, she followed her father-in-law and walked out without saying a word.
After walking a few steps, Eunuch Qu suddenly stopped and turned his head to look her up and down.
"Yeah—girl, why don't you dress up first?" His eyebrows raised, his sleeves flicked, and the father-in-law was seriously shocked.
"Didn't you want me to go quickly?" Qing Qiao rubbed her head, a little confused, "I washed my face and rinsed my mouth."
"Oh—how can I do that?" Eunuch Qu sighed the old elder, and he knew your country girl's ignorant expression as soon as he paid, "I always only like to be with beauties, and I can serve in front of him. Both of them are one of a hundred good-looking. Although you are born with a bit of beauty, girl, if you don't dress up carefully, you may not be able to get close to the son!"
Qing Qiao noticed that when the father-in-law said this, there was clearly a subtle emotion called self-satisfaction.
"What father-in-law said is true." Turning her mind, she smiled slightly, "I can see that you are so handsome, father-in-law. I must like you, a handsome boy, very much."
In the middle of his arms, Eunuch Qu's face was full of red light from the mountains and rivers of the motherland.
After twisting and turning, I finally came to the kitchen.
The kitchen of Qi's mansion was neat and imposing. Although it was early in the morning, there were already about dozens of people working in the kitchen, sweating profusely.
"Why are there so many people?" Qing Qiao didn't expect everyone to be so diligent.
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"How can you be sloppy with your breakfast?" Eunuch Qu smiled slightly, "Your daily breakfast requires thirty-two cooks and forty-eight servants, a total of eighty people. () If there are special circumstances that require additional dishes, another Forget it."
"Eighty people? Does he have to cook for breakfast?" Qing Qiao's mouth was open—omg, Mr. Qi felt that Shao Yi was offering sacrifices to a Buddha!
"Sing dishes? Miss, what are you kidding?" Eunuch Qu glared at her, "How do you sing a mere forty-eight dishes? Naturally, they are all placed on the table, so that you can order whatever you want."
Forty-eight ways... Qing Qiao felt a cold wind blowing behind him.
"Then, what kind of dishes have you prepared?" She yawned weakly, covering her face with her hands, "Please tell me the official report."
As soon as Eunuch Qu waved his hand, a young man jumped out from beside him. The young man picked up a piece of yellow paper and read aloud: "...today's breakfast includes: three pigeon eggs simmered in chicken soup, one piece of pine and goose oil roll, one piece of Longjing bamboo fungus, five slices of roast venison, and sliced suckling pig One serving, one plate of mountain delicacies thorn dragon buds, one wrist of milk poria cocos cream, one plate of pine mushrooms, one slice of beef tenderloin in oyster sauce, two pipa prawns, two pieces of pigeon glass cake... "
"Stop, stop!" Qing Qiao was dizzy, so she waved her hand and asked, "Is there anything more common? For example, porridge or side dishes?"
The young man glanced down the yellow paper, nodded and said, "Return to the girl, yes. The imperial cook, Master Guo, has prepared a bowl of bird's nest porridge, a small palace ginseng, sweet sauce ginger tooth, and sauce sweet snails. .”
"What small ginseng?" Qing Qiao was puzzled.
"Palace ginseng is a high-quality radish carefully selected and cultivated by Master Guo. This radish has grown in the core area of the imperial palace since childhood. It absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and raises the sun and moon. Only eight radishes are produced every year. These eight radishes are then ingeniously cultivated by Master Guo. Pickled by hand, it will eventually become the best pickles.”
Eunuch Qu explained complacently from the side, exuding a unique sense of superiority all over his body.
Shit, these idiots, they do so much shit after eating soaked radishes. Qing Qiao rolled her eyes, thinking that you should just toss and toss vigorously, anyway, life is toss and toss, and people who don't toss are in vain.
The morning meal was still carried out in the big room of the main hall yesterday.
Forty-eight exquisite dishes are placed on two huge mahogany tables. Shao Yi holds slender silver chopsticks and walks around the table in a circular motion
. He frowned slightly, bit his lower lip lightly, and the chopsticks hovered over the table, refusing to stop. Whenever he moved his chopsticks to a dish, everyone's eyes lit up with hope, but the chopsticks moved quickly without hesitation, and the little flame of hope was extinguished.
In short, everyone's eyes are like light bulbs, and the son's hand is the switch, which is also a wireless remote control type.
After going through all the dishes, Mr. Shao Yi threw away his chopsticks and lazily said: "No one likes them, so they all withdraw."
Suddenly, 1/3 of the people in the room fainted.
The twin girls began to kneel down, saying the old saying of begging the son to eat more, Qing Qiao was fascinated by the tearful little faces of the two, thinking that there is an adjective specially born for you two, like a flower and beautiful Beautiful as a flower.
Suddenly, she felt that someone was poking her in the ribs, and when she turned her head, it was Mr. Qi.
"Don't touch me, my body doesn't itch." She said calmly with no expression on her face.
Mr. Qi was taken aback for a moment, and winked at her vigorously.
"Why are you glaring at me?" She curled her lips in disapproval, "Look at the weather outside the window, you have to be broad-minded."
"Gu Qingqiao!" Mr. Qi was angry, he gritted his teeth and threatened in a low voice: "Do you still want to inquire about things?"
—You have no conscience, you just want to stab people!
Qing Qiao glanced at him sadly, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the team with her chest up and her feet up.
"My lord, today's dishes are carefully prepared by the chef. It doesn't matter if you don't like them. You should try them anyway."
Pull the sleeves to cover half of the face, making a cute and charming smile.
"... who are you?" Shao Yi didn't remember for a while.
"Chunjiao, you don't remember Du Chunjiao, the new nanny of Shizi from the Nu family?" While speaking, she moved slowly towards Shao Yi.
"Uncle Han invited you? I don't want a babysitter!" Shao Yi flicked his sleeves, his face full of flamboyant anger, "What does it matter to you whether I eat or not?"
"Young master's words are wrong.
. Qing Qiao said with a smile, "Although it's not about the slave family's business, it's about Duan Prince's business." "
"What's the matter with Ninth Uncle Guan Yu?"
"Don't you want Prince Duan to like you? If you want Prince Duan to like you, the first thing is to make yourself fat and white."
"Why?"
"Look, isn't the Gu Qingqiao that Prince Duan likes now a big guy? It can be seen that Prince Duan likes fat people. If you want him to like you, you have to get fat yourself first!" Gritting his teeth, he thought for the sake of Di Ling's reputation or something. No need, all out.
Shao Yi was slightly taken aback, but without speaking, he lowered his head and began to meditate.
There is drama and drama! Qing Qiao's heart fluttered like a bird, as if seeing her failed daughter waving to her, success was in sight.
However, in the next second, Shao Yi raised his face and smiled slightly—
"You have worked so hard to persuade me to eat a bite of food, how much will uncle reward you?"
Looking at the young lady who was flattened from the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet, Qing Qiao sighed quietly: "... not much."
"How much is not much?" Shao Yi rested his chin on his hand and looked at her with a smile.
"More than some people, less than some people; say more is not too much, say less is not less; you think less, he thinks more, he thinks more, I think less; more or less more, so what How many words are simple and understandable?"
After finishing this sentence in one go, Qing Qiao silently said in her heart, "Thank Master Kongkong, thank you Jianghu Taoist priests, and thank you for teaching people to fool people."
Shao Yi sized her up for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"...you are more interesting than them, no wonder uncle wants to find you. Come on, let me show you off, which dish do you think is the best on the table today?"
Qing Qiao had already forgotten the name of the dish, and only remembered the unimaginable "court ginseng".
"Your servant is here!" A middle-aged man with an excited expression suddenly appeared from among the servants, and he fell forward and fell to the ground, "The little ginseng in the palace is a unique dish created by this servant who exhausted his entire life of knowledge, please taste it, my lord."
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"You're Master Shu?" Shao Yi smiled lightly, calmly, "Come up and tell me, what's so special about this pickled radish?"
I saw Master Guo wiped the pimples on his face, whether it was tears or sweat, and walked to the table.
He first brought a white porcelain plate in front of Shao Yi, and then presented a delicate crystal lens with both hands: "My lord, please use this to check first."
Yeah, you carry a magnifying glass with you as a chef. Could it be that you are Li Siguang, uncle? Qing Qiao leaned towards Shao Yi while smashing her tongue.
I saw that Shao Yi picked up the mirror and put it on the plate, and a neat line of italic characters appeared on each thin radish stick—"Mr. Shao Yi, Hong Fu Qi Tian", "Mr. Shao Yi's wishes come true", "Mr. Young Master Shao Yi will live forever"...
It's not that I haven't seen someone who flatters me, but I've never seen someone who takes such painstaking effort in filming. The admiration in Qing Qiao's heart is like the flood of the Yellow River, which is out of control.
"It's not special to engrave a character." Shao Yi was not moved at all.
Master Guo seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and immediately took out a thin toothpick to cut open the radish, and saw that there were red, green, and black unidentified objects inlaid in the center of the radish.
"... After the radish was successfully marinated, the slaves cut it into finger length and wicker width, hollowed out the center, and stuffed carrots, green bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms into it, so that the young master can eat four kinds of vegetables at one time, which can nourish the body Balance keeps youth and health forever." Master Guo explained with his head bowed.
Omg, uncle, I was wrong, you are not a geologist, you are clearly a nutritionist and a flattering expert!
Qing Qiao was so admiring that she almost fell to the ground—who said the ancients were easy to fool? The time-traveling girls all stand up and take a look, the people here are obviously better than the other!
Shao Yi looked up and saw Qing Qiao's thoughtful expression, and smiled slightly: "Do you think he did a good job?"
Qing Qiao nodded hurriedly.
"Then you eat all the dishes on these two tables."
Shao Yi stretched out his hand and pointed, "I'll drag you down if there's only one piece of food left, and beat you until you can't speak."