Sibeile Mansion!
The image of Dayu'er always lingered in Huang Taiji's mind. The charcoal fire burning in the room made him feel a little hot, the kind of heat rising from the bottom of his heart.
Zhezhe on the side asked softly: "Master Baylor, did you encounter anything troublesome today?"
Huang Taiji shook his head and suddenly said: "Da Yu'er will return to the Horqin tribe in a few days. As an aunt, should you let her come over for a meal, which can be regarded as a farewell party for her father and daughter?"
Zhezhe was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.
"Master Beile, do you think Da Yu'er looks good?"
She stared at Huang Taiji and asked with a smile.
Huang Taiji was also stunned, and then said: "Da Yu'er is the pearl of your Horqin tribe, and naturally the most beautiful."
"Then are you willing to marry her?"
Huang Taiji's heart moved, but his face was calm and he said: "Are you kidding? She is not even ten years old this year, right?"
"Then Lord Baylor is willing?"
Zhezhe smiled sweetly and said: "She is nine years old this year and will be able to get married in three years. Buhe is here to propose marriage to Ama and marry Da Yu'er to you as your concubine."
After hearing this, Huang Taiji's heart beat wildly, and Da Yu'er's bumpy figure seemed to appear in front of him again. He stared at Zhe Zhe, tried to calm down and asked:
"Is this really happening?"
Zhezhe nodded with a smile on his face, "I heard from Buhe that Amma has agreed to the marriage."
After saying this, she stepped forward and took Huang Taiji's hand, saying with a hint of apology:
"Zhezhe is useless. He has not been able to give birth to a boy and a girl for Master Beile in so many years. If Da Yu'er comes in, he can fulfill my wish."
"It's not your fault."
Huang Taiji held Zhezhe's hand in his palm and said warmly: "What should happen will naturally happen. Don't worry about it."
Zhezhe nodded, then smiled and said: "I think Da Yu'er is in excellent health, and will definitely be able to flourish in my Baylor Mansion."
This sentence immediately made Huang Taiji feel hot in his lower abdomen, and Da Yuer's slender waist and bulging breasts once again appeared in front of his eyes.
He picked up Zhezhe and said with a smile: "In this case, you have to teach her more."
Zhezhe was so ashamed when he heard this that he buried his head in Huang Taiji's arms and said in an almost inaudible voice:
"Don't worry, Mr. Baylor, Zhezhe will teach her step by step when the time comes."
Huang Taiji laughed loudly and walked to the bed with Zhezhe in his arms...
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The second day.
Brothers Dorgon and Dayu'er are here again.
They came to see how Lin Ping'an's injury was and whether it was serious or not.
Lin Ping'an shook his head. In fact, he just lowered his waist. It was very painful at the time. After a night and the ointment he prepared, it was basically no longer a serious problem.
Seeing this scene, Dorgon said:
"An Da, since you're fine, I'll invite you to have a drink at Tianfuju, the most famous place in Shengjing City."
Lin Ping'an also wanted to see what the most famous restaurant in Shengjing City was like. Just as he was about to nod, he saw Lin Wan'er running over, hugging his legs and shouting:
"Brother, I want to eat the hot pot you made today."
Hearing this, Dorgon and the three of them were stunned. What is hot pot?
They had never heard of it.
Duduo knelt down and asked Lin Wan'er, "Sister Wan'er, is the hot pot you mentioned delicious?"
Lin Wan'er nodded: "It's delicious. My brother made it myself."
It turned out that Lin Ping'an cooked hot pot for Lin Wan'er when they were in the original small courtyard. He was from Jiangzhou in his previous life, and Jiangzhou's most famous specialty is hot pot.
Lin Ping'an is a good eater, and he used to make it at home when he had nothing to do, so when he came to this world, his favorite thing was still hot pot.
Although the ingredients of the Ming Dynasty are not as complete as those of later generations, there are still ginger, onion, garlic, star anise, pepper, cinnamon, etc., but the pepper is a bit troublesome.
Because peppers were grown and eaten in large quantities in China during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. Before that, the spiciness in food mainly came from dogwood. However, there were records and descriptions of peppers in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, they were not called peppers but called peppers. pepper
Lin Ping'an has never eaten dogwood, so he doesn't want to try it.
But hot pot would lose its soul if it didn't have spiciness. He is a perfectionist, and after a lot of effort, he finally found a small bag of sweet peppers in the market, which was said to be brought from overseas.
With these ingredients, Lin Ping'an directly cooked a pot of hot pot base according to his own memory, and served Wan'er a beef and sheep hot pot. Wan'er remembered this very much.
After hearing Lin Wan'er's words, Dorgon suddenly became interested and said to Lin Pingan:
"In that case, how about having a hot pot meal at your place today?"
Of course Lin Ping'an had no objection to this. All the hot pot base ingredients were still preserved.
After a while, the soup in the pot began to roll. Lin Ping'an called on everyone to bring in the chopped beef and mutton. Dorgon and the three looked at the food rolling up and down in the pot, and suddenly felt their index fingers moving. Even Dayu'er He also licked his lips gently.
"Okay, let's eat!"
As Lin Ping'an spoke, he fished out the beef and mutton for Wan'er. Seeing this, the other three people couldn't bear it any longer and immediately began to fish out the meat.
After taking the first bite, Dorgon immediately stuck out his tongue.
So spicy!
He had never eaten such spicy food before, but the smell made him couldn't help but reach out and put a large piece of beef into his mouth.
"happy!"
He shouted while chewing, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his head.
Duduo's expression was exactly the same as Dorgon's, except that he didn't speak, and just ate with his head down. He felt that he had never eaten such delicious food, and he didn't even bother to talk.
Da Yuer stuck out her tongue and sucked in the air-conditioning in the air hissingly. She also found it spicy, but she found it even more delicious, and the spicier it became, the tastier it was.
Lin Ping'an couldn't help but be amused as he watched the three people in front of him eating vigorously. I thought it was just a hot pot meal, so it wouldn't be like this.
Sylvia Lin and Xiu'er stood far away in the corner, looking at the scene in front of them coldly, but they felt even more contempt for Lin Pingan in their hearts.
Half an hour later, the hot pot meal was finally finished. Dorgon touched his round belly and said with great satisfaction: "It's delicious, it's really delicious!"
Duduo nodded repeatedly and said, "An Da, this is much more delicious than the one in the palace."
Dayu'er, on the other hand, took his chopsticks and fished left and right in the pot, muttering: "Lin Ping'an, what did you put in this pot, and why does it taste so delicious?"
Lin Pingan smiled but did not answer, picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the iron pot, and then said:
"What do you think would happen if this hot pot was sold?"
"It must be a packed house."
Duduo shouted: "I can guarantee that there has never been such delicious food in this city of Shengjing."
Dorgon also nodded repeatedly and asked: "An Da, do you want to open a restaurant to sell this hot pot?"
Lin Ping'an shook his head: "I have no plans yet. As long as you want to eat, you can come over for a drink at any time."
When Dayu'er heard this, she immediately pouted her lips and shouted: "You can come and eat at any time, but I will be returning to the Horqin tribe in a few days, and I will never be able to eat such delicious food again."
After saying this, she grabbed Lin Pingan's hand and shouted: "No, you have to teach me how to make this kind of hot pot!"
"Are you kidding? How can a little girl like you act like a cook?"
Lin Ping'an smiled and said, "Well, I'll make more base ingredients in the next few days. Then you can take them back and put the base ingredients in the pot every time you eat."
"Then what should I do after eating?"
Da Yuer asked, puffing out her cheeks.
"this......"
Lin Ping'an scratched his head and said, "How about I ask Dorgon to send it to you."
After saying this, he looked at Dorgon, who nodded without thinking:
"Send someone to tell me when you finish eating, and I will deliver it to you personally."
The Duduo people were so bratty that they immediately patted their chests and shouted: "Da Yu'er, don't worry, you are my future sister-in-law, I will also send it to you."
Da Yuer's pretty face was red, and she didn't know whether it was because of the spicy hot pot or because she was ashamed. She glared at Duduo and spat: "You little devil, why are you chewing your tongue like Duoergon?"
Dorgon laughed loudly. He looked at Dayu'er and said with a smile, "Dodoro is right, you will be his sister-in-law sooner or later!"
Yes, she will be Duo Duo's sister-in-law sooner or later, but she may not be your wife... Lin Pingan looked at Duo Duo and sighed secretly in his heart.
While Lin Ping'an and the others were eating, Sylvia Lin and Xiu'er stood far away, while Uncle Wang, Zhao Sheng, and Liu Cheng ran directly to the yard. Lin Ping'an could see this clearly.
So after Dorgon and the three left, he saw everyone calling together.
"I'm ready to leave Shengjing."
He said to everyone: "After all, this is not the place where we will live for a long time. I wonder if you are willing?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other with incredible surprise on their faces.
"Ping An, are you telling the truth?"
Uncle Wang asked, somewhat doubtful.
The others were also surprised and a little confused. After all, Lin Ping'an had just bought this big house, and there was no reason to leave here right away.
Lin Pingan nodded: "But not now!"
Having said this, he glanced at everyone, and then continued: "I am going to Jiangnan, but before that, we need to have enough money."
"Ping An, you mean we'll leave here after we make enough money?"
Zhao Sheng asked.
"exactly."
Lin Ping'an showed a sad expression and said sadly: "The Tatars killed our fathers and fellow villagers, how can I stay here for a long time?"
He looked around and said in a sincere tone: "I know you can't stand me being friendly with them, but if we want to make money in Shengjing, we have to deal with the Manchus. This is also an expedient measure out of desperation. Besides, they are just kids."
When Uncle Wang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ping'an, you are right to think so. Our Ming Dynasty and the Tatars have a deep hatred. We must not forget how your father died!"
Lin Ping'an nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't forget it. We will live in Shengjing City first and make money while looking for my mother. We can return to the Ming Dynasty in two years at most."
Uncle Wang nodded and said yes, and Zhao Sheng and Liu Cheng also looked happy.
Back in the inner courtyard, Xiu'er looked at Sylvia Lin and said, "Miss, I told you that our young master would not be that despicable and shameless person. Now you should believe it."
Sylvia Lin nodded, suddenly covered his mouth and smiled: "He is still a child himself, but he has the nerve to call others children."
Xiu'er hummed, pouted and said, "I don't think the young master looks like he is twelve years old at all. The way he spoke just now was very much like the master."
