"Brother Xiang? Brother Xiang?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
Gu Beichuan waved his hand in front of Xiang Zhirou's eyes and asked tentatively at the same time.
Xiang Zhirou woke up and hurriedly took the sauce.
During this period, due to too much panic, the palms of the two people came into contact again.
A blush, like the sunset, quickly climbed onto Xiang Zhirou's cheeks.
"Thank...thank you." She lowered her head, her voice was a bit soft and as thin as a mosquito.
This sound…
Gu Beichuan trembled when he heard this, feeling something was wrong.
Why is this voice so soft and sweet?
Coupled with the shy expression on Xiang Zhirou and Xiafei's cheeks just now, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Gu Beichuan's mind!
Could this...Brother Xiang be a woman disguised as a man? Is she actually a woman?
After thinking about it again, I thought it was impossible.
It's been a few months since he traveled back in time, and he has some understanding of Daqian's folk customs.
Women are relatively conservative. If they are children from poor families, they may come out and do some female work to supplement the family income.
But if you are from a wealthy family, it is absolutely impossible.
Daqian residences are generally second-entry courtyards.
The larger ones have three- and four-entry courtyards.
But no matter what kind of house, a hanging flower door will be built between the inner and outer courtyards.
This door is also called the second door of the house.
Unless there is an important event, the female family members of the family are absolutely not allowed to go out here, and the male servants are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will most likely be whipped and have their legs broken.
This is what is called not leaving the front door and not taking another step forward.
If you do this before marriage, you can be called a lady waiting in the boudoir.
Only in this way can the matchmaker choose a good family to marry.
Do you think things will be better after marriage?
No, after marriage you still have to stay at home to take care of your husband and raise your children.
In other words, Daqian women basically stay at home throughout their lives and rarely have the opportunity to go out.
The higher the status, the more obvious this is.
Why does a daughter of a noble family have to be accompanied by servants when she goes out?
Fear of danger is one thing, but more importantly, it is actually not knowing the way.
If there are no servants to accompany you, you may not be able to find your way home.
And how noble is Prince Jing’s Mansion?
If Brother Xiang is really a female member of Prince Jing's palace, and he disguises himself as a man and sneaks out of the house, he is afraid that Prince Jing will have his legs broken.
Where else can I sit at the same table and eat hot pot in peace?
Besides, I only have a one-sided relationship with Brother Xiang. Even if someone is really a woman disguised as a man, wouldn't it ruin her reputation if she exposes her like this?
Thinking of this, Gu Beichuan's doubts disappeared. It's just that I have some thoughts in my heart.
At the moment, Xiang Zhirou was sipping meat dipped in different sauces, her heart pounding wildly.
He raised his head from time to time, trying to steal a glance at Gu Beichuan.
But when he found that Gu Beichuan was looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his head, as if he was guilty of committing a crime, and his cheeks were even redder and hotter.
Prince Jing noticed this scene, touched Xiang Zhirou's forehead, frowned and said:
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go home early and rest?"
Xiang Zhirou has a special status, and in his case it is the result of a game between all parties, so there must be no mistakes.
Otherwise, even if he is Prince Jing, he will not be able to explain to his father.
This was also the reason why he let Xiang Zhirou let her go if she wanted to leave her family.
After all, if this little ancestor really wanted to make a scene, there was nothing he could do.
However, before that, he repeatedly ordered her to disguise herself well and never reveal her identity.
Otherwise, not only your reputation will suffer, but your safety as well!
"It's okay, it's just that the seasoning is a bit spicy. Fortunately, everyone made me a less spicy one. Brother Wang, you should be more careful."
Xiang Qingfeng was speechless when he was told this.
However, when he looked at the new sauce in Xiang Zhirou's bowl, he couldn't help but admire:
"It seems that the sauces are all kinds of weird and have all kinds of flavors."
"Your Highness has a keen eye, and the most outstanding thing about the way to eat hot pot is freedom."
"There are spicy and non-spicy ones at the bottom of the pot."
“There are a variety of seasonings to create a variety of flavors.”
"This is especially true for ingredients. No matter what, as long as it can be cooked, it can be cooked."
After hearing this, everyone nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"It seems that what we tasted today is just the tip of the iceberg for such delicious food!"
"How on earth do you have such a brain? You can only brew such a fine wine, but you can actually make delicious food like hotpot."
"I have a hunch that hot pot is going to become famous."
Hearing this, Gu Beichuan couldn't help but nodded secretly.
In fact, many dishes have their regional restrictions, such as Buddha Jumping over the Wall. Due to the different eating habits of northern and southern people, after being introduced from the south to the north, they still need to be modified before they can be eaten.
But not for hot pot!
The way you eat it is so free.
You can eat whatever you want, you can make the bottom of the pot yourself, and everyone has their own way of seasoning.
Even in later generations, in a large country with a population of 140 million, hot pot can become popular all over the country.
What's more, it's a big job?
"Huh? So what? Even if it spreads throughout Daqian, we can't deny that hot pot originated from our Huainan!" Qin Xiuwen was a little angry now. Why didn't Gu Beichuan add the word Huainan in front of hot pot, just like Huainan roast duck?
But after thinking about it, I felt relieved again.
This is destined to be a famous dish that will spread throughout Daqian.
While everyone was praising each other, Xiang Zhirou hugged the small bowl tightly and looked at Xiang Qingfeng warily.
If she read it correctly, Brother Jing just looked at the sauce in her bowl and his throat twitched.
snort!
Good on you Prince Jing!
I respect you as my brother, but you are just like Mr. Drunkard, that old shameless man who wants to steal my food!
Seeing Xiang Zhirou's appearance, Xiang Qingfeng coughed twice unnaturally.
Why hadn't I noticed before that this girl was so protective of her food?
"Everyone, you have eaten, it's time to comment."
However, when Xiang Qingfeng said this, everyone ignored him.
They...are still grabbing meat.
Mr. Drunkard looked at the pile of meat slices in his bowl and smiled happily.
At the same time, he looked at Xiang Zhirou across the table, full of vigilance.
You can't tell, but at such a young age, this kid is actually very good at chopsticks.
He robbed more meat than his old friends.
Of these ingredients, he grabbed the most. That Xiang Zhirou is definitely the second most popular!
"Ahem, cough, cough, I say, everyone, it's time to comment!" King Jing emphasized his tone, and everyone reluctantly stopped eating and drinking.
"I choose hotpot."
“Without a doubt, hotpot!”
“Hot pot is well deserved!”
"Fire...hot pot, gu dong." Mr. Drunkard said while drinking wine and eating meat.
You shouldn't be so rude in front of His Highness Prince Jing.
But...what the heck, if you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon!
I, the drunkard, am so bold and open-minded!
There were seven people present, and six of them chose hot pot.
Only Liu Wenzhou was left.
