It was still dark the next day, so the whole family got up and got busy.
Because she had to prepare an extra breakfast for Nalan Jinnian, Nuan Nuan was only responsible for making breakfast today.
She made lamb dumplings, cooked a pot of Yuanbei chicken porridge, and then made a chicken roll filled with shredded chicken and vegetables.
When the sky was slightly bright, the big bad wolf and Xiao Hei came, and the big bad wolf even had a food box hanging from his neck.
Wen Nuan fed the big bad wolf and little black, then she put the breakfast in the food box, put the porridge in a small clay pot, sealed it with lotus leaves and a clean cloth, and tied it with hemp rope .
Nuan Nuan hung the food box on the back of the big bad wolf, gave the porridge to the eagle, and let it hold it with its talons. Then these two smart little things obediently sent it back to their owners.
mountain
Butler Yuan took the Big Bad Wolf's food box and the clay pot from the eagle's claws.
He took out a plate of mutton dumplings, two-hand cakes, and a bowl of porridge in a clay pot, and placed them one by one.
The big bad wolf is fast, and these things also emit bursts of heat.
Nalan Jinnian looked at the mutton dumplings, which were as white and fat as gold ingots, as well as two chicken rolls, and a small clay pot of fragrant and thick scallop chicken porridge. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he felt inexplicably better.
He first took a spoonful of the porridge and tasted it. It was delicious, soft, glutinous, sweet, and moderately thick, leaving a fragrant aroma in his teeth and cheeks after eating.
Soon Nalan Jinnian had two mutton dumplings left over from his generous breakfast.
At this time, Feng Nianchen walked in. He smelled the aroma of food in the room and saw two fat white dumplings on the plate.
It looks delicious at first glance!
His eyes widened and he looked at Butler Yuan angrily: "Butler Yuan, why is my breakfast different from your master's?"
What did he eat just now? Porridge that smelled like mushy, steamed buns that were raw and hard, and almost knocked out his teeth!
What is this unfair treatment about
Nalan Jinnian didn't even look at the fussing person, he picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth gracefully.
Seeing that there was only one dumpling left, Feng Nianchen rushed to the round table, picked up the last one with his hands, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a bite: it was juicy, tender, and extremely delicious.
It's really delicious!
And it’s so delicious that your tongue wants to devour it!
Feng Nianchen was even more dissatisfied!
"Okay! Butler Yuan, you secretly prepared such delicious food for your master and pig food for me! How could you do this?"
Butler Yuan felt aggrieved: "Master Feng, I didn't prepare these breakfasts for you. It was Miss Wen who prepared them for you."
Pig food? That's the breakfast he worked so hard to make, okay! He also eats it himself!
Feng Nianchen looked at Nalan Jinnian with a surprised look on his face: "Why are you preparing breakfast for me, little girl? Not for me?"
Did he eat his share
Nalan Jinnian: "I paid her to do it."
After hearing this, Feng Nianchen said dissatisfied: "Why don't you let her prepare an extra portion for me? Don't you know how awful the food made by Butler Yuan is? It's even worse than pig food!"
"Forgot." Nalan Jinnian said calmly.
Feng Nianchen had a look of sorrow and shock on his face: Look at this heartless, inhumane, cold-blooded person!
It’s in vain that he will not regard himself as a brother!
It was in vain that he spent all his sleep and food to help him research the antidote just for the sake of his hand!
Even if you have something delicious, you don’t count it as your own!
"It's too much! It's too much!"
"You can ask her this afternoon. One hundred taels of silver a month. It's so expensive, so I can't make the decision for you, right?" Nalan Jinnian said seriously.
Feng Nianchen was stunned: "One hundred taels of silver a month?! Is there any mistake? One tael is right?"
"That's right."
"Little girl, why don't you go grab some silver!" With one hundred taels of silver a month, there are no cooks in the imperial kitchen!
"You don't have to eat."
Feng Nianchen: "..."
Feng Nianchen looked at Butler Yuan and lost his appetite when he thought of the pig food he had just eaten. He also thought of the delicious mutton dumpling just now and reluctantly said, "Let's eat it!"
Otherwise, every time he eats at the same table, the person opposite is eating delicious food, and he is eating pig food, how can he stand it!
Feng Nianchen asked unwillingly: "Steward Yuan, is it really so expensive?"
Butler Yuan looked serious: "The master gave away his guqin, a pastel tea set wrapped with gold branches and rubies, a set... and bird's nests, shark's fins... Miss Wen only agreed."
Butler Yuan told the gifts one by one.
Feng Nianchen stopped talking completely. The red jade guqin alone was worth a fortune and was hard to find. Not to mention Master Cheng En’s work of washing hands in a golden basin!
He is taking advantage of Nalan Jinnian!
One hundred taels a month, and he still made money!
What a deal!
Nalan Jinnian raised his eyes and glanced at him: "That's my thank you gift to Miss Wen. A hundred taels are too expensive for you? The little girl will teach you acupuncture for free. She will tell you everything she knows about medical skills. She won't take a penny from you!
She is also your little master, right? Do I still have to cook for you for free? "
Feng Nianchen: "......"
Yes! He hasn't thanked his little master yet.
Thinking about it this way, one hundred taels is really cheap.
Yamashita
After the Nuan Nuan family had breakfast, they went to work separately.
Today Nuan Nuan and Wen Jiarui arrived in town, and there were already people waiting for them at the stall.
Yesterday some people came late and didn't buy anything. Today they came early and brought ceramic plates to put back.
This thing goes well with rice. Wen Nuan also specially made a bucket without adding chili peppers to make it easier for the children to eat.
Bowl after bowl of snails was sold, and soon more than half of the five large barrels of snails were gone.
There happened to be no one at this time.
Nuan Nuan was still thinking about selling music, so he told Wen Jiarui that he would go and sell music.
The music studio was at the end of the street, and Wen Jiarui could see it when he raised his head, so he agreed.
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The Jiaoyifang was a drama and music college run by the government in this dynasty, and there were many musicians in it.
During major festivals, such as the Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, Wanshou Festival, Qianqiu Festival, etc., people from the music teaching workshop will set up a stage in the town to perform for the people, which represents the joy of the emperor and the people.
Nuan Nuan first went to a clothing store and bought the cheapest men's clothing, then changed into it. She tied up her hair with a square scarf.
Dressed up like a man and walked out.
The shopkeeper of the clothing store looked at her strangely and smiled warmly: "These are the clothes I bought for my brother. I haven't worn any new clothes. I want to wear them for a while and walk around the street. I'll have fun! I'll change them back soon, shopkeeper. Don’t tell anyone!”
The shopkeeper suddenly understood, and looked at Wen Nuan with a hint of sympathy.
Girls from poor families usually pick up their older brothers and sisters’ old clothes and wear them. She was so eager for a new set of clothes that she even tried on men's clothes: "Go ahead, I won't tell you!"
"Thank you!" Wen Nuan smiled shyly, then walked out and went straight to the music studio.
When she came to the music studio, a sweet-looking woman stopped her: "This is not a place for children to play. Let's go quickly."
"This beautiful sister, I'm not here to play, I'm here to help my brother sell music."
"Selling music? Let me see." Lin Zheng said disapprovingly.
Ever since the news broke out about the music studio buying good music at high prices, more and more people come to sell music every day, but most of them are not popular.
The better songs are sold by those few people, and they are all familiar.
Nuan Nuan took out the song he composed yesterday from his arms.
Lin Zheng took it, opened it casually, took a look, and was attracted by the elegant and elegant font of dragons and phoenixes.
After she finished reading the content of the song and chanted it several times in her mind, her expression changed from casual to serious, and her hands were shaking slightly with excitement.
She glanced at Wen Nuan, rolled her eyes, suppressed her excitement, and frowned deliberately:
"Is this a piece composed by your brother?"
"yes!"
"The calligraphy is good, but the music is mediocre. How can I sell it for just one tael of silver?"
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Today there was a power outage and water outage for a whole day. I got up at around 5 o'clock to cook the rice for lunch, washed the vegetables, and made breakfast. Now it's updated! It’s winter, I’m so diligent!
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