"Here, snacks for you." Su Qingluan pushed the food box in front of Mu Xingzhi.
"Is this...mung bean cake?" Mu Xingzhi stared at the pieces of light yellow pastry with a little amusement, but he only picked up one piece and played with it between his slender fingers, and did not rush to put it into his mouth.
Su Qingluan didn't know what he was hesitating about. He thought about it from his own perspective and roughly imagined the possibility of "hesitation", so he explained: "Eat with confidence, this snack is not very sweet."
As we all know, "not very sweet" is the highest level of evaluation for food such as "pastry". Su Qingluan took it for granted that Mu Xingzhi didn't like sweets very much, but he couldn't think of any good excuse to refuse, so he told her thoughtfully. This about him.
But it was obvious that she had guessed wrong, because after hearing her explanation, Mu Xingzhi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Qingluan, I naturally believe in your craftsmanship." As he said that, he raised his hand Put the piece of mung bean glutinous rice cake into your mouth.
This was the first time that Su Qingluan watched Mu Xingzhi eat at such a close distance. To be honest, in her previous life, she had followed the master to help in the kitchen, and in the end she was able to stand alone.
The master opened a private restaurant, and the people who came were usually his old comrades in arms and their family members and friends.
Because some of the old comrades have changed careers, some are still in the military, and there are people from all professions, so the people brought here are all from different religions.
Although Su Qingluan works in the kitchen most of the time, occasionally when people are curious about the chef or the chef wants to show off that she is his most popular disciple, he will ask her to come out of the kitchen to meet and chat with everyone. of.
Frankly speaking, Su Qingluan has not seen all kinds of second- and third-generation people from different backgrounds, and some even belong to that "generation" themselves. Among them there are many nobles and young ladies from scholarly families or wealthy families.
But Su Qingluan watched with cold eyes. According to her memory, there was no one who could take such a tacky action of "eating" to such an elegant level.
Originally, this kind of pastry, even though Su Qingluan added glutinous rice flour and lard as a binder and lubricant, it did not have the stretchy feel like mochi, so there would still be some residue. .
Needless to say, children like my younger brothers and sisters often eat all over the table. Even as adults like myself and my parents, we are more careful when eating, but it is still difficult to avoid the residue splattering out.
But Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi and saw that even though he had a wide robe and long sleeves, there was no food residue on his clothes when he was eating. Not only that, it was as if some kind of magic had been cast on the tiny food crumbs that were originally splashing everywhere, and they did not leak out of Mu Xingzhi's mouth at all.
Not only that, Su Qingluan also discovered that when Mu Xingzhi was eating, his chewing movements were not very obvious - in short, if you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't even notice that the other person was eating, and of course he was chewing something like that. Behavior that is very rude to ordinary people is even less likely to occur on Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi ate a piece of mung bean glutinous rice cake, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "This pastry is delicate and soft, and the filling is rich in floral fragrance. It is worthy of being made by Qingluan. The sweetness is not greasy, and the floral fragrance does not overpower the taste. Even if Looking at the capital, it is also a treasure."
When he said this, his enunciation was clear, and there was no embarrassing situation where food residues "flyed" everywhere as he spoke. Not even the two soft lips were stained with pastry...
Wait, isn't it good for her to stare at other people's lips like this... Su Qingluan silently withdrew her gaze.
Just like this, after Su Qingluan looked at it for a while, he couldn't help but sigh: "I used to think that the saying 'moving, sitting and lying has its own grace' was exaggerated no matter how you say it, but after watching your every move, I finally believe it." To put it bluntly, I have never seen someone who can look good in a painting while eating."
Su Qingluan's compliment was sincere, but she didn't pay attention to praising a grown man as "good-looking". The other party may not be happy.
However, although Mu Xingzhi frowned slightly, he knew that Su Qingluan was simply complimenting him, and that he might not have the same negative thoughts as when he encountered those unworthy people before, so he joked without leaving a trace: "In that case, You can draw a portrait of me as a thank you gift to me - don’t you mean you should thank me for helping you so much in your free time?"
Su Qingluan blinked: "I can draw you a portrait, but it doesn't need to be a thank you gift - even as a friend, I can give you a painting, and it's not a difficult problem. But that's okay The banquet as a thank you gift will have to wait."
"Oh? Is Qingluan going to be busy with the Xie Mansion's business again?"
Although he asked this question, Mu Xingzhi knew that this was impossible - although the informants he sent out did not specifically monitor the situation of Su Qingluan and the Xie family, they also knew that according to the footsteps of the Xie family's people, in such a few days That batch of jam must have just arrived in the capital, and maybe the nobles haven't had time to taste it yet.
Su Qingluan waved his hand: "I hope the business is booming, but I have to take a breather - not to mention that the jam should have just arrived in the capital at this time. After these nobles have finished enjoying it, they will send someone back to convey their wishes. It will probably be ten days and a half later."
Although it is possible that this marmalade is not popular at all, so let's leave it at that, but even if it is for "lucky" reasons, Su Qingluan will not say it out loud.
"Actually, in addition to thanking you for your help this time, I also have a friend who helps me day and night. Although I paid her wages, she did much more than I paid her - she even got paid for taking care of me. fall sick."
Liu Yunniang was definitely not the only one Su Qingluan paid wages to, and it didn't mean that no one except Liu Yunniang worked seriously and responsibly.
But Su Qingluan understands that there is absolutely no need for someone who is "serious and responsible at work" to be as good as Liu Yunniang - as long as Mu Xingzhi doesn't take a break, Liu Yunniang will not take a break either; whether it is Liu Yunniang's job or not , as long as Su Qingluan needs it, she will definitely help; and she will take care of her when she is sick despite the risk of infection.
Each of these is not the extent to which it needs to be done between “worker and employer.”
This was possible only because Liu Yunniang regarded Su Qingluan as a friend.
As for Mu Xingzhi, to be honest, Su Qingluan was not sure what this man's position was for her, but it was obvious that she had been helped a lot by him, and the two of them chatted very congenially. At least from Su Qingluan's perspective, she really regarded Mu Xingzhi as a rare "confidant" in this world.
It is precisely for this reason that Su Qingluan's "thank you gift" to these two important friends did not want to be hastily given away with a pastry or a painting.
