Qin Xiangxiang had a solid sleep and woke up feeling refreshed.
Before going to bed, she applied ointment again, and felt that she was almost recovered. She rushed to the dressing table and took a look in the mirror. Good luck, her face was finally back to normal.
Qin Xiangxiang happily opened the door and glanced outside the hanging flower door. There was still no one in the small courtyard.
The sun was already setting, and she didn't know what she was busy with. If she wanted to break into the enemy, she had to have enemies.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Yao Erlang coming in with a big food box. When he saw her, he said happily: "Madam Qin is up. Just in time, I have bought the noodle soup you asked for. However, the lady in the store said that coriander and Onions are not cheap, so I don’t want to add more. Oh, and the Sichuan pepper, she said it’s very expensive, but I don’t have it.”
Qin Xiangxiang said with a smile: "If it doesn't bother me, it won't happen if it doesn't."
She watched Yao Erlang bring out the soup noodles.
The soup looks dark and not very tasty.
Yao Erlang lowered his voice: "Mrs. Qin, this noodle soup may not be very delicious. But the young master said that he will buy you some other food. If you can't eat it, just leave it and I will feed it to the wild cats. .”
Qin Xiangxiang said with a smile: "That's not necessary, I never choose."
Yao Erlang looked at her carefully: "Mrs. Qin, you should eat more. For a skinny person like you, in our Yanzhou, a gust of wind and sand could blow you down."
Qin Xiangxiang said: "...Thank you Mr. Yao Erlang for your concern. I will try my best to eat more." Didn't she just lose some weight? In fact, she was quite satisfied with her figure. At least I can save some fabric when making clothes. The extra fabric can be used to make a few more pairs of socks!
Yao Erlang left with satisfaction.
Qin Xiangxiang closed the door, then sat down and picked up the chopsticks to eat the noodles.
The soup is dark, and the noodles are neither too thin nor too thick. If you don't eat it quickly, it will become lumpy in no time. Qin Xiangxiang was not in a hurry, just picked them up one by one and ate them slowly. She actually ate all the bowl of noodle soup.
After eating the soup noodles, he still had to rinse his mouth. When Qin Xiangxiang was rinsing his mouth, he quietly took out a thin bamboo segment from under his tongue.
This thin bamboo segment is hidden in a noodle.
The people under Nangong Wenyue are really good at their craftsmanship.
Qin Xiangxiang took out a thin roll of paper from the bamboo section. On the scroll was Nangong Wenyue's words: Visit with Prime Minister Mu.
Qin Xiangxiang quietly ate the paper roll and hid the thin bamboo segments in his bun.
She wasn't in a hurry at all, she opened the door and went out, walking around the small courtyard to eat as usual. The thin ray of daylight quickly dissipated, and the night fell softly. At this moment, Yao Erlang came over with a lantern: "Madam Qin, let me light a lantern that will kill you."
It was getting cold at night. Qin Xiangxiang walked to the corridor and hid his hands in his sleeves while watching Yao Erlang take off the angry wind lantern.
The owner in front of this courtyard must be a scholar who loves elegance. The scenery is very beautiful during the day, and at night, with the lanterns lit, it is even more special.
Yao Erlang lit the lamp and hung it up.
After he hung up the lantern, he accidentally looked towards Mrs. Qin, but he saw the usually kind Mrs. Qin looking at something coldly. His heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly saw Madam Qin smiling at him: "The scenery in this yard is really nice."
Maybe he saw it wrong. Mrs. Qin is not that kind of person. Yao Erlang thought in his heart.
"Yes, it's quite beautiful. It's not like our Yanzhou, where all the scenery is useless when the wind and sand blow."
Qin Xiangxiang's heart suddenly moved, remembering the dream he had not long ago: "Mr. Yao Erlang, is there a lot of wind and sand in Yanzhou?"
"Of course. There is a desert to the north of Yanzhou, and when the wind blows, it actually blows the sand over. There is a joke in Yanzhou that if you are hungry and have no rice to eat, you stand in the wind and open your mouth. , I’ll be full in no time.” Yao Erlang chuckled.
"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Xiangxiang said.
Yao Erlang was startled, with a bit of shock on his face: "Not really, we have grown up in Yanzhou and are used to it. Now that we have come to the capital, it rains endlessly, and I still miss the dry climate of Yanzhou. Woolen cloth."
Qin Xiangxiang said with a smile: "The moon is the brightness of my hometown."
Yao Erlang nodded in agreement, and at the same time felt that chatting with Mrs. Qin was a very comfortable thing.
But he didn't have time to chat with Madam Qin: "Madam Qin, I'm going to do my work first."
Qin Xiangxiang watched Yao Erlang leave.
It was almost time, Qin Xiangxiang had just closed the door when he returned to his room, when he heard someone whispering by the window: "Ms. Qin."
Outside the window is Mu Ting.
After the window was opened just a crack, Mu Ting thrust a food box into Qin Xiangxiang's hand: "I bought this from Fan Lou, Mrs. Qin, eat more."
Qin Xiangxiang didn't even see Mu Ting's face before he left.
It seemed that Mu Ting paid great attention to avoiding suspicion with her in front of the two counselors.
Qin Xiangxiang didn't mind. He opened the food box and saw that the first layer was a cup of old hen and ginseng soup, the second layer was jujube cake like red agate, and the third layer was Fan Lou's famous Xiankou Qian. Layer cheese. Qin Xiangxiang was a little surprised that Mu Ting was quite good at buying it.
The jujube cake and mille-feuille cheese are particularly exquisite, and it looks like they were made by Chen Guichun. Although Chen Guichun is the little boss of Fan Lou, he loves cooking. If he doesn't cook for a day, he will feel itchy.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have eaten all the noodle soup just now, leaving some room for Fan Lou's. Qin Xiangxiang felt annoyed for a while and decided to drink up the ginseng soup first, and then eat the jujube cake slowly. She has had enough sleep today and can eat slowly. Well, I hope I can gain two pounds by tomorrow.
In another small courtyard, Mu Ting asked Yao Erlang to pinch him again.
Yao Erlang gritted his teeth: "Young Master, my subordinates don't dare to do it again. Otherwise, let Zhu Sanlang do it?"
Mu Ting frowned: "I just asked you to pinch me, and I didn't pinch you, so why not?"
Yao Erlang said with a mournful face: "I would rather the young master pinch me than pinch him anymore."
"Forget it, if you don't want to pinch, don't pinch. By the way, today you went to buy noodle soup for Madam Qin, but did you find anything different at that restaurant?"
"My boss's wife is fat? Is she stingy? Her house doesn't look very clean. My boss is lazy?" Yao Erlang blurted out. This was his first impression of the noodle shop owner's wife.
Mu Ting was speechless for a while. Uncle Chen was right, Yao Erlang was even more helpless to do these things.
He took out a book on the art of war: "Come, let's learn from each other and supervise each other!"
Yao Erlang's eyes were horrified: "Young Master, I would rather practice a hundred sets of boxing!"
"No, I can't stand it, so just copy it for me."
Yao Erlang's mouth is faster than his brain: "Young Master, shouldn't you also copy and copy, so as to deepen the impression?"
"That's right. Come on, let's make progress together." Mu Ting took out those pieces of paper, inkstone, pen and ink from nowhere, slapped them on the table, and said with a friendly smile, "Erlang, come on."
After eating the old hen and ginseng soup, Qin Xiangxiang finished the salty mille-feuille cheese and ate a quarter of the jujube cake. His stomach was filled with discomfort.
No, you have to eat. Qin Xiangxiang still felt uncomfortable walking back and forth in the house. If I hold on any longer, I'm afraid I won't have to sleep tonight. Qin Xiang thought about it, pushed the door open and went out, deciding to increase his pacing.
Just when Qin Xiangxiang was walking around the small courtyard holding her belly like a fool for several times, Chen Ze appeared: "Ms. Qin looks like she is recovering well."
Qin Xiangxiang smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Counselor Chen."
Chen Ze looked at Qin Xiangxiang. The young lady was still wearing a dress that did not match the size, which proved that Mu Ting had not bought a new dress for the young lady. It seems that the young master really has no other thoughts about Madam Qin.
Thinking of this, he smiled cordially at Qin Xiangxiang: "Madam Qin, Chen has a gracious favor."
