Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

In the evening, after Jiang Shuyao came back from washing, he saw Bai Zhi leading the little maid busy in the interior, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Bai Zhi said naturally: "Miss Hui, the servants are making the bed for my uncle."

"Make up, make the bed?" Jiang Shuyao didn't react.

"You go and wait for the young lady to remove the hair bun, you go and ask your uncle to go to bed, just say it is not early, and the young lady keeps a light for him." Bai Zhi smoothed the quilt and ordered the maid to do things in an orderly manner.

Jiang Shuyao was stupid and stopped the maid who was going to find Xie Xun: "Wait, what's the matter?"

Bai Zhi was surprised and said: "Miss still wants my uncle to sleep softly today?"

This asked Jiang Shuyao, she naturally didn't want Xie Xun to fall asleep. He is tall, and he can't sleep well when he shrinks on a soft bed, but it's not right to share a bed!

Seeing Jiang Shuyao hesitating, Bai Zhi smiled comprehensibly and gave the little maid a look, and the little maid ran out happily.

Bai Zhi came over with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Miss, you and your uncle have been married for so long, and you still sleep in separate rooms. How can this be the reason?"

Jiang Shu squatted and said: "But we are not..." A married couple who are in love with each other, she wished to be alone in the big bed.

Bai Zhi thought she was shy, and deliberately broke the conversation: "Miss, the servant girl will break your hair bun for you."

Jiang Shuyao was invited by her to sit in front of the vanity mirror, half-pushed and half-supported, and when Bai Zhi started to remove her hair, she finally grasped the point: "Then you can't deliberately invite him over, maybe he was just afraid of seeing me last night. I just came here, and don’t want to guard me tonight—"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Xun had already stepped in.

Jiang Shuyao:...

Is the study close to the east wing? Why are you here so fast?

Xie Xun walked in and saw Jiang Shuyao still unwinding her hair bun, subconsciously waiting next to her.

I don't know when, he has become accustomed to Jiang Shuyao, quietly guarding the side when he is doing things.

Bai Zhi had torn apart the complicated bun, and when only a golden hairpin was holding the black hair on the upper part, she suddenly stopped and bowed back: "The slave and maid must withdraw first." After speaking, there was no shadow.

Jiang Shuyao usually asked Bai Zhi to take apart her hair bun and go to sleep with her hair draped. Now she still had a golden hairpin on her head. She thought that Bai Zhi had forgotten it carelessly, and she murmured and reached out to pull the golden hairpin.

Her jewelry is all fine and gorgeous, with beaded tassels, which hooks a strand of hair at random. She tugged again impatiently, but instead of pulling it off, she got more entangled.

The candle flame was dim, and the bronze mirror was blurred. Jiang Shuya leaned forward, trying to see clearly and untie the hair.

"I'll come." Suddenly there was a clear voice from above, Jiang Shuyao was taken aback, and Xie Xun took the swaying golden hairpin smoothly.

His fingertips touched Jiang Shuya's fingers, she seemed to be scalded, and immediately took away her hand.

The room was quiet, and even the crackling sound of the burning candle's heart was obvious.

His voice was very soft, and it sounded an indescribable tenderness.

After getting closer, Jiang Shuya could feel the fresh ink fragrance on his body, and his heartbeat speeded up a bit unconsciously.

Xie Xun leaned over and untied her tangled hair carefully.

Pulling out the golden hairpin, the ink hair was like water, and it spread out in an instant, sliding across the back of his hand like silk, cold and silky, and the touch crawled from the back of his hand to his heart, making him couldn't help taking his breath away.

Jiang Shuyao looked at him from the bronze mirror, and when he also moved his gaze to the bronze mirror, he hurriedly lowered his eyes.

She stood up, pretending to be calm and said: "Just rest."

Xie Xun nodded and followed her into the inner room. He walked to Ruansu and found that not only was there no quilt, but also the cushion was gone.

He turned to look at Jiang Shuyao, very puzzled: "This is...?"

Jiang Shuya was silent for a few seconds, gave up thinking about those crooked thoughts, no longer tangled, and said directly: "Today you go to bed."

Xie Xun did not want to: "What about you?"

When Jiang Shuya heard his tone, he knew that he didn't want to go in the opposite direction, and he was even more embarrassed: "I also sleep in bed."

The air was silent for a few seconds, and Xie Xun let out a hesitation: "Huh?"

Jiang Shuyao climbed into the bed on his own, pulled the two quilts apart, and separated a wide line and said: "You can't sleep well when you fall asleep." It was an explanation.

Xie Xun stood where there was no movement, which made Jiang Shuya even more embarrassed. "Hey" his face was hot, pretending to be fierce and said: "Why don't you sleep?"

After finishing talking, lie down on the inside of the bed, facing the wall, wrapped in a quilt like a cicada pupae. Xie Xie looked at the back of her slick head, walked over with hands and feet for a long while, and climbed onto the bed extremely lightly. His voice was as cold as ever, but he was a little stiff and trembling at listening: "I turned off the lights."

"Ok."

Xie Xun blew the lamp and slowly lay down on the outside.

The room was too quiet, he felt his own heartbeat all over the room.

He raised his hand to hold his heart, for fear that Jiang Shuyao would hear the sound.

Xie Xun lay on his side, Jiang Shuyao was not afraid, but it was harder to fall asleep than when he was restless.

She turned from lying on her side back to her flat, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.

Xie Xun didn't dare to move. Hearing her breathing didn't look like she was asleep, she couldn't stand the uncomfortable silence, and said, "Can't you sleep?"

He rarely spoke in such a deliberately soft voice that made Jiang Shuya feel like he was whispering in her ear, and his heart was itchy.

"Yeah." She replied in a daze, and hurriedly found a reason, "It's too hot."

Xie Xun felt that it was so difficult to talk to people for the first time. He said stiffly, "Yes, the sky is hot." After he said that, he was afraid that this sentence was too short and seemed perfunctory, and then said, "The East Wing is much cooler than the study. , More breathable."

"..."

"The bed is also a lot softer and spacious, and the moonlight is brighter." Xie Xun continued to add.

Jiang Shuya stared at the top of the bed, especially wanting to put his hands on his teeth and chew to prevent strange calls.

Is that what she thinks? Does Xie Xun imply something? What he said should be a hint, is he trying to move back to the east wing?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Xie Xun looked at her sideways. He felt uncomfortable just after twisting his neck, so he turned around and faced her on his side.

Feeling his movements, Jiang Shu stiffened.

Just as his sight was about to fall on his face, she suddenly roared fiercely: "You turn around!"

Xie Xun, who had just lay on his side and had not had time to adjust his posture, was shocked. He quickly turned back to lie down and gave an obedient "Oh".

The air fell silent again.

Jiang Shuyao realized that his tone seemed a bit fierce just now, and wanted to explain but didn't know how to explain it, but Xie Xie couldn't bear the silence more than she, and said again: "Are you going to accompany your second wife for dinner tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes." Xie Xun said about lunch, Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered, "By the way, I forgot to prepare a food box for you these few days, sorry."

"No need to apologize." When Xie Xun spoke, he habitually wanted to turn his head to look at her, and remembered the voice she just yelled, and quickly held down the impulse, "If you are busy and tired, you don't need to prepare lunch for me. , It's not in the way."

"That won't work, I promised you."

Xie Xun hesitated for a while, half-pushing and half-heartedly said: "...Then it will be hard for you."

He tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't suppress it anyway. In the end, he simply ignored it. Anyway, it was dark and no one could see it.

Although the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous and stiff, there was a kind of warm peace. The two of them stared at the top of the bed and fell asleep after a while.

Jiang Shuyao woke up before dawn the next day. She sat up, stretched her waist as usual and prepared to lift the quilt to get out of bed. Just when she touched the quilt, she instantly became sober, and suddenly looked at Xie Xun, who was lying beside her sleeping soundly.

His sleeping face is very strange, and his black hair makes his skin white as jade, and his eyelashes are long and thick. When he falls asleep, he is not as cold as awake, but he has a quiet and well-behaved.

Jiang Shuya didn't know what was going on. Suddenly he couldn't help pursing his lips and grinning. He crawled gently to the side of the bed, struggling to prop up the bed board and plan to get out of him.

Xie Xun slept shallowly. He opened his eyes in a daze when he felt the bed board slightly shake, and he saw Jiang Shuyao crawling out with his arms on top of his body.

The collar of her obscene clothes drooped loosely, revealing a piece of white and delicate skin, the lines gradually undulating somewhere...

Xie Xun, who had just woke up, was still confused, staring at the scenery inside in a daze, and it took two seconds to suddenly realize what he saw.

No matter how heavy the drowsiness was this time, it was all gone, and the shock was like electric current rushing to the top of his head, making his scalp itchy and his cheeks numb.

He bounced off the bed suddenly, his movements were too big and his hands were hurried, so that Jiang Shuyao quickly avoided.

In the chaos, Xie Xun almost collided with Jiang Shu.

"Bang—" It was him leaning back, knocking his head on the bedpost.

"P-" This was bounced back in pain and hit the bed.

Finally, with a sound of "Boom——", the room was completely quiet.

Jiang Shuyao crawled to the bed in silence, looked at Xie Xun who was rolling underground, and asked cautiously, "Is it all right?"

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Xie Xun carried the food box, with a bruise on his forehead, to the East Palace.

It is inevitable for everyone to gossip quietly by handing over files and discussing affairs. Guess one sentence and I guess one sentence, and finally come to a terrible conclusion-the purple on Xie Boyuan's forehead was beaten by his wonderful wife.

That day, I ran into their husband and wife at the dock. His wife was a bright and charming woman, and she obviously didn't look like that kind of rude and unruly woman.

It seems that no one is perfect, and the world is hard to do. If you enjoy the blessing, you will be beaten.

While everyone sympathized with Xie Xun, they quietly balanced their hearts shamelessly.

Now that the weather is getting hot, the cold soup prepared by Donggong is not so unbearable.

Lin Cheng sat opposite Xie Xun and watched Xie Xun start to bring food boxes to get value again. That was an envy.

Taking a bite of the cold meat soup, Lin Cheng comforted herself: It's hot, we don't care about his hot bite.

Xie Xun's daily meals don't just depend on the heat to fill the room with fragrance, which makes everyone drool.

However, to his surprise, Xie Xun did not heat it as usual, but directly opened the lid of the food box to prepare to eat.

Facts have proved that Lin Cheng is a big mistake. If you don't eat hot food, the delicious food in Xie Xun's bowl can also fill the house.

A sweet and sour fresh scent penetrated into the nose, faintly sandwiched with the savory scent, Lin Cheng couldn't help looking at Xie Xun's bowl.

Because Jiang Shuyao was afraid that the cold noodle soup would overflow, Xie Xun brought a huge celadon sea bowl this time. The clear light brown soup base was filled with rich ingredients, with dark cold noodles and yellow and white egg silk. The red hot sauce, the round egg, the verdant cucumber... Sprinkle a layer of cooked sesame on the surface. It is colorful and colorful, which is greedy. Can't put it down.

Smelling the cool and sweet scent, looking at the colorful cold noodles, Lin Cheng Gudong swallowed:...I hate it!

Xie Xun stirred the ingredients slightly. There was too much in the ocean bowl and it was a bit laborious to stir.

Lin Cheng wondered: "Where did your house buy such a big bowl?" Can you finish it?

Xie Xun replied: "I don't know, my wife bought it."

Lin Cheng left two lines of tears in his heart, isn't the answer obvious? Why bother, why should he ask this sentence?

Xie Xun mixed the cold noodles, expecting to pick a large chopsticks into his mouth.

The cold noodles are made of soba noodles. The taste is smooth and gluten, soft and tough, wrapped in a cool soup base, sweet and sour, fresh and spicy, light and flavorful, the soup is watery, the more chewy, the more flavorful.

Cold noodle soup is a stewed chicken soup. The filtered soup is clear and delicious. Add chili, pepper, brown sugar, rice vinegar, pear juice, apple juice and other seasonings, sweet, sour, pungent, spicy, fragrant, cool and moisturizing the throat. Increased appetite.

The cold noodles are wrapped in cucumber shreds and egg cake shreds and chewed together. It has a refreshing taste and a mellow egg fragrance. The soup is soaked in every ingredient. The soup is not thick and will not take away the original taste of the ingredients. Instead, they dyed them with an umami taste.

There is a lot of soup, and it is inevitable that there will be a slight noise when eating, Lin Cheng can hear his saliva, and humblely said: "This bowl is so many."

"Hmm." Xie Xun was busy eating.

"Why does it smell sour and sweet? It looks cold?" Seeing that Xie Xun couldn't understand, he simply said, "Can you give me a taste?"

Xie Xun looked at the cold noodles in the bowl, it was a little too much, so he agreed and gave Lin a small bowl of ingredients.

After taking the small bowl, Lin Cheng couldn't wait to eat it. The cold noodles were fresh and refreshing, sweet and sour, and tasted more enjoyable than smelling.

He provoked the entrance of the chicken meatballs. The meatballs were springy, tender but chewy, and the soup was delicious. The freshness of the chicken and the sweet and sour soup were perfectly combined, and a fresh lip and cheek were eaten.

He rummaged through a bowl of chicken meatballs, and ate the side dishes by the way. The cucumber shreds were crisp and the egg yolk cake was soft. Even the ordinary boiled egg dipped in the soup was mellow, with a long aftertaste.

Lin Cheng's favorite is the red spicy cabbage, which is crispy and raw. The salty and spicy taste is sour and sweet. It is very appetizing. If it is served with rice and white meat, he can eat a large bowl of spicy cabbage.

When the chopsticks are turned, he wraps around a large pile of cold noodles, opens his mouth wide and stuffs it inside, and chews slowly, feeling the taste of different ingredients, which is extremely satisfying.

After eating the dry ingredients, pick up the bowl and drink the soup, feeling the coolness slowly sliding down from the throat, and the irritable noon instantly becomes refreshing and comfortable.

The sweet and sour taste is not only piled up with sugar and rice vinegar, but also pear juice and apple juice, so the sweet and sour is extraordinarily fresh, and it is set off by the umami flavor of chicken soup. It is obviously not a heavy and strong taste but has a long lasting.

Lin Cheng ate the small bowl cleanly, smacked his lips, fell silent.

Look at Xie Xun who is eating upright, look at his own little bowl of soup, and look at the Donggong lunch in front of him.

Suddenly, I felt that the taste of Donggong rice was the same as chewing wax, and it was tasteless, and I couldn't eat it at all.

Lin Cheng is a hate!

It's better not to eat it. Not only did I not relieve my gluttony after eating a bowl, I actually had an appetizer, oooooo.