Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The snow outside the window was dancing like cotton wool, and the wind was violent.

The charcoal fire in the house was thriving.

Yunxi put down the scissors, unfolded the red paper window grilles of the magpie bird in his hand, and made gestures on the plain white window lattice paper.

Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. Seeing the white snow splatter and fall, such a magnificent scene, really responds to the old saying of the Central Plains:

Ruixue is a good year.

Leng Qingtang stood in front of the door and gently opened the door to a small slit. An icy cold wind immediately poured in from the door with fresh, humid air, blowing in the charcoal basin with "　啵" noises. Several sparks burst out high.

Leng Qingtang closed the door hurriedly, returned to the table and took a seat, holding up the wine glass.

After a cup of warm plum wine, his handsome jade-white face showed two touches of redness.

Standing up, he said:

"Let me go. We have never been delayed for delivery. Today is the deadline for the delivery of the soup. Don't let others delay it."

Yunxi's legs were crossed on the kang, and his beautiful eyes flashed:

"The wind and snow hasn't stopped outside, it doesn't matter this day. Anyway, the weather is not good, and the restaurant customers don't see much where to go. They always have the stock in their hands. We only have one day late and can't delay their business."

Leng Qingtang approached, sat down, half-wrapped his wife's shoulders, and said softly:

"No matter, tomorrow is the New Year. I also want to live with the lady in peace, sleep in a warm quilt for a full morning, eat a pot at noon, admire the snow scene, and go shopping in the market in the afternoon. Wake up in the morning and carry the cold to deliver goods, okay?"

Gu Yunxi tilted his head for a moment, and realized that there was some truth in what her husband said. He raised the corners of his mouth at him one by one, and said with a smile:

"Nafujun wait a moment, I will change into cotton clothes and go with you."

Leng Qingtang pressed her with both hands, his brows were gentle and elegant, and he shook his head:

"Hey, it's too cold outside. You should wait in the house and put our shabu-shabu."

While speaking, people got up from the edge of the kang.

Gu Yunxi pressed the corner of his mouth unhappily, grabbed his robe with a small hand, and murmured sourly:

"Husband..."

Leng Qingtang smiled and bent over, kissed his wife's smooth forehead, and coaxed her with Yan:

"Be obedient, I'll be back at most half an hour. In the evening, I have to serve the lady with all my heart for my husband."

"Go," Yunxi knows, his face is ashamed, he pushes him away with a smile, and puts his shoes off the kang:

"I'll help you load the car, and the stove is still hot with'Joyful Eggs' and'Five Grain Eight Treasure Rice'. I will install them and you will bring them to the store, just to make everyone happy."

"it is good."

Leng Qingtang promised to lean over again, and greedily printed a series of long kisses on her pink lips.

Looking at his little wife with a look of regret, he suddenly said:

"It's better to listen to me. After the New Year, I will break the cooperation with that restaurant. I am fine, but you are always so tired every day, I can't bear it.

The money left, plus the previous inventory, will be enough for our grandchildren to spend money, so why bother. "

Yun Xi smiled and shook her husband's arm gently, his voice was sweet:

"I listen to you. Originally, I didn't think about how much I earn. I just saw that the food recipes created by my mother are really good, so I thought about how to carry them forward. The more people appreciate them, the more they can show off. value."

Leng Qingtang touched Yunxi's temples with his hands and looked at her deeply:

"There are many ways to demonstrate value, and we don't necessarily have to do it ourselves. You are always so busy working, when will you be able to give birth to me with peace of mind?"

Yun Xi buried his head and whispered:

"After waiting for the new year, I will negotiate a suitable price with Jiao shopkeeper and sell him the recipe for this ten-spice soup. From then on, I will stay at home and have children for you and teach each other. how is it?"

"This is good."

Leng Qingtang's heart warmed up, and he held Yunxi's slippery caterpillars and kissed him, then put on a sky blue cotton robe of bamboo knotted orchid leaf scattered flowers, put on a black fox cloak, and walked to the yard to load the car.

Yunxi opened the door curtain and walked to the outer room, uncovering the steaming bamboo drawer on the stove.

There are two drawers of Xifu Eggs and one drawer of Five Grains Eight Treasure Rice.

The method of making happy blessed eggs is more complicated, and it is a festive delicacy recorded in Pei Rushi's "Treasure Delicacy Lin Lang Lu":

Choose a complete goose egg, dig a small hole, drain off the yolk and half of the egg liquid, pour the soaked glutinous rice, cloud leg cubes, surimi, clam meat, bamboo shoot foam and refined salt from the hole, and steam it on a drawer.

When you eat it, you only need to break the shell of the goose egg and take the filling formed inside to eat.

The key to making this delicacy lies in the control of heat and time.

If the heat is too soft and the cooking time is not enough, the glutinous rice in the egg will be caught.

The heat is too hard, and the cooking time is too long. The eggshell cannot withstand the heat pressure of the cage, and it is very likely to break in the middle, failing.

As for the eight-treasure rice with five grains, the process is simple.

Take a few small porcelain bowls, grease the bottom of the bowl, and pour dried plums, dried nuts, sweet-scented osmanthus bean paste in the bowl, top layer with loose glutinous rice and rock sugar particles, and cook them in the pot.

Yunxi brought the food box and chose eight joyful eggs to install.

Shaking the hot red fingers, I picked up eight bowls of five-grain rich rice from the three-tiered drawer, smeared honey on the top of the fragrant white glutinous rice, sprinkled black sesame seeds and green red silk, and grabbed the food box. Wrap the food container tightly.

He ran into the yard against the flying snow flakes, the snow had covered his ankles.

Yunxi put the food box in the car, and looked at the gloomy and depressed sky with his hands on the pergola, a little uneasy.

"Husband, let me go with you."

She took hold of Leng Qingtang's great cloak, and she didn't understand why she felt like this.

Xu Shixue's wind is tight, and at this time, she always has an inexplicable uneasy emotion in her heart, rushing wantonly in her body, wandering around.

"It's okay, I'll be back when I go."

Leng Qingtang's voice was pouring softly, and white gas continuously sprayed out of her mouth.

He took the lady's cold red hand and put it to his lips. The beautiful face of Langjun was separated by the dense snow curtain, which made Yunxi a little unclear.

She escaped, her heart became more flustered.

Ke Fujun insisted on going to deliver the goods, and she had no way to dissuade her, so she silently opened the gate of the courtyard and released the carriage.

The husband returned his hand and smiled at her, waving his hand:

"Go back to the house and wait for me."

The carriage drifted away in the white snow, leaving two rows of deep wheel tracks over the silver-white avenue.

Leng Qingtang snuggled against the car door and walked slowly in the ice and snow.

The cold wind blows up the ice and snow on the ground and falls on him sternly.

There was a hollow copper charcoal stove on the carriage, and his hand was covered with thick fox fur, so he didn't feel cold at all.

It snowed early in the morning, and there were not many shops on both sides of the street that opened for business.

Leng Qingtang heard that folk women have the habit of putting red makeup on the New Year, so he thought about waiting for the delivery of the goods to the jewelry store on the street, choosing two pairs of good-looking gold hairpins for Yunxi, and buying some exquisite ones. Red velvet flowers.

I have to go to the rouge shop and buy some good gouache and eyebrow pencils for Yunxi.

I want to bring more than a dozen brocades from my eldest sister. In a good day tomorrow, I will take Yunxi to the best tailor shop in the commercial street to make some new clothes and buy some new year goods.

In the past, when he was an official in the court and the opposition, the purchase of New Year's goods was handled by the subordinates in the mansion alone, and he did not need to bother at all.

Right now, he suddenly started doing it himself. Apart from the eager excitement, he didn't know what to do. He had to go home and ask Yun Xi.

Leng Qingtang sat in the car happily planning the New Year, while staring aimlessly at the end of the vast snow sea.

A few people walked along the straight white avenue. In such a cold weather, all of them were in thin clothes, staggering forward in the snow with their heads bent, describing difficulties and embarrassment.

Suddenly, Leng Qingtang's right eyelid jumped violently.

In the heavy snow, Fei Fei got closer to these people, and finally recognized these faces.

Isn’t the man and woman in the front line Jiao the shopkeeper of Dongzhou Restaurant and Dasao Tian, ​​the owner of the rental house?

For some reason, the two of them were curled up and trembling, and their faces were extremely desolate. It was extremely suspicious that they were sweating profusely in the cold world.

Behind them were two guys from Dongzhou Restaurant, just like the men and women in front of them. They also had pale skin and dry lips, as if they had been irritated, the two pairs of eyes were distracted without paying attention.

The landlord inadvertently raised his head and saw Leng Qingtang first.

She suddenly cried and rushed into the snow, struggling to roll on her knees in front of the carriage:

"Official man, official man! Save me, save my family and children--"

"what happened?"

Leng Qingtang "clicked" in his heart, hurriedly grabbed the horse's rein to stop the car, and asked in shock:

"Sister-in-law Tian, ​​why are you with the shopkeeper Jiao?"

Before he could react, a group of people rushed to the crossing, and the overwhelming 30 people surrounded the carriage in an instant.

"Oh, I'm just doing serious business with their husband and wife, but there is no violation of law or discipline! Master Mingjian, don't care about me, don't care about my business—"

Shopkeeper Jiao fell limp in the snow, and kept bowing his hands to the people in black on both sides, howling and praying.

There was a damp heat between his legs, and he was completely scared to pee his pants.

Leng Qingtang got out of the carriage slowly, and Sen Han's eyes swept to the left and right, a pair of iron fists firmly clasped in his sleeves.

Needless to ask, he has already guessed the identity of these people.

Although the facial features and eyebrows are different, they all have insensitive expressions that seem to be carved out of the same mold, and their sharp, blade-like eyes are all familiar with Leng Qingtang.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the encircling circle, and a man walked leisurely.

Seeing that he is only twenty-four or five years old, his face is like a knife cut, the lines are clear, his eyebrows are handsome and elegant, but his complexion is dull and dull.

He tied his head full of ink high, and tied the top middle bun with a slender ribbon.

Wearing a clear blue jacket with narrow sleeves and a button-breasted button, the waist is tied with a dark blue belt, and there is no cloak or cloak.

If it weren't for the short dress of this martial artist, just relying on the appearance and temperament of the person who came, would really make people mistakenly think it was a weaker brother.

Standing tall and straight across from Leng Qingtang, he deliberately played with the two cast-steel handballs in the palm of his right hand, knocking them "ping-pong".

Leng Qingtang understood everything in an instant, Guanyu's face showed a complex expression, and the silence was intertwined with painful feelings.

"who are you?"

His lips trembled, and he faintly endured the burning and cracking pain in his chest, and stared at the visitor with cold eyes.

The man looked over with his eyes fixedly, curled his lips and smiled, and said in a wide voice:

"This Governor... East Factory Yuexi Building.":,,