Happy Little Scholar

The dumplings have all been wrapped and are just waiting to be put into the pot.

Miss Chen San and the two girls were sitting and talking in the courtyard. The chores in the kitchen were almost finished. The two maids could not intervene in the next thing. They stood behind and poured tea and water. Li Yi was busy in the kitchen alone, and Chen Chong And Zeng Shichun stood at the door of the kitchen and watched.

Zeng Shichun, the Minister of Household Affairs, still had a look of surprise on his face. He shook his head and said, "If my colleagues in the imperial court knew that Dr. Jin Ziguanglu, the dean of the college, could actually do such a thing as a cook, I don't know how much they would be shocked. Human chin.”

Chen Chong snorted coldly, with a rather disdainful look in his eyes, and said, "It's obviously an insult to gentlemen. Is your jaw dropped? It's more like laughing your teeth off."

His grandma couldn't stand this guy. She didn't do anything or say anything. She still stood here and made sarcastic remarks. She didn't have any eyesight. Li Yi looked back and said calmly: "Come here and peel those green onions." ”

Chen Chong sneered, "Are you ordering me?"

"If you don't want to peel it off, please come back." Li Yi didn't even look back, "I think I'm used to being well-dressed and well-fed by Mr. Zhong, so I probably won't care about a plate of dumplings."

"...Where are the onions?"

"Corner." Li Yi marinated the fish and said, "If Mr. Zeng has nothing to do, pound the few cloves of garlic there into garlic paste."

"Okay." Zeng Shichun readily agreed without any resistance.

In the courtyard.

Miss Chen San looked at Zeng Zuimo and asked doubtfully: "Both Zuimo and Zeng Shilang are named Zeng, could it be..."

Zeng Zuimo smiled and said, "It's all in the past."

Miss Chen San saw that her expression was slightly gloomy, so she stopped asking. The three of them talked about other things. From the kitchen not far away, there were sounds from time to time.

"I asked you to peel the onions, but I didn't ask you to peel them all. Look at the onions you peeled. What's left now?" This was Li Yi's angry voice.

"How dare you yell at me!" Chen Chong's voice was equally furious.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have any objections?"

"I..."

"You have an opinion, right? If you have an opinion, go and express it!"

"Forget it, forget it, there are only these few green onions left. I have nothing for you to waste. Go and take these garbage out and throw them away... What is the matter? If you are not successful enough and have failed more than once, you can only throw away the garbage. Already..."

Chen Chong walked out of the kitchen with a dustpan in his hand and an angry look on his face. After taking two steps, he turned back and asked, "Where to throw it?"

Wan Ruoqing stared blankly in a certain direction, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Where..."

Miss Chen San shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter, just let them make trouble, it will make it more lively."

She looked at the two girls with a smile on her face and asked, "You must have known that child for a long time, right?"

Zeng Zuimo asked in confusion: "Which child?"

Wan Ruoqing smiled and nodded, and said, "We first met when we were in Qing'an Mansion. It's almost two years ago."

The three people were talking about these things, and a fragrance gradually wafted out of the kitchen.

…

There are usually only the four of them in the small courtyard. They usually eat on the stone table in the courtyard. If the weather is bad, they will eat inside. Li Yi occasionally eats here. It doesn't seem crowded if there is one more person at the table. I can't sit still.

As outsiders, Zeng Shilang and Chen Gishizhong could only sit at the stone table outside. This was a VIP seat specially arranged for them by Li Yi.

After they sat down, Li Yi took a few bites, then stood up and said, "Everyone eats the vegetables first, and I'll cook the dumplings."

Wan Ruoqing stood up and said, "I'm going to help."

"You guys can eat, I can do it by myself." Li Yi shook his head and walked to the kitchen.

Miss Chen San looked away from the door and asked, "Does he often cook?"

"He never cares about what outsiders say. When he was in Qing'an Mansion, he often cooked by himself." Wan Ruoqing nodded and asked, "Is the food still to your liking?"

A happy smile appeared on Miss Chen San's face: "Even the royal chef in the palace is nothing more than that."

The three of them were talking. After a while, Zeng Zuimo looked outside with some confusion and murmured: "Why haven't you come back yet? I'll go take a look."

She got up and walked outside the courtyard, towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Li Yi lit a fire under the stove, washed his hands in a basin on the side, then picked up the bowl and ate bites of the food in the bowl - let's call them dumplings.

The dumplings made by Miss Zeng still looked like dumplings before they were put into the pot. After they were put into the pot, they were a mixture of dough, meat, filling and water. The taste was really the most unique dumplings he had ever eaten. .

"Okay, we are all waiting for you inside, but you are stealing food here!"

A voice of surprise and excitement came from behind, and then Li Yi's wrist was grabbed. Miss Zeng looked at Li Yi with a somewhat proud expression as if she had caught a thief stealing something.

"What are you eating secretly? It's from a girl's house. Be careful what you say..." Li Yi still held the bowl in his hand and said, "Don't move, be careful of spilling it..."

It is a rare thing to see Li Yi being embarrassed. Miss Zeng raised her chin and said with some pride: "You were just stealing food, and I caught you, and you both took the stolen goods. You still want to deny it?"

Li Yi looked at her and said, "Please, eating secretly is a matter for two people. It can't be done by one person."

"Why can't I do it alone?"

Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some doubts. As soon as he spoke, he thought about what he just said. His face turned red, he glared at him and whispered: "Deng Tuzi..."

"Don't worry about cheating." Li Yi put down the bowl and said, "The dumplings are almost ready. Help me bring them in later."

Zeng Zuimo walked to the front of the stove and said, "I want to eat the dumplings I made."

"You made them?" Li Yi shook his head and said, "I threw them away. They all fell apart when I put them in the pot. How can I bring them up?"

"You!"

Zeng Zuimo looked at him with some shame and anger. Those were the dumplings she had made with great effort. Although they didn't look good, it was her first time. How could he...

She accidentally glanced at the bowl that Li Yi had put aside, and her expression was slightly startled.

The bowl was naturally not filled with dumplings. The dough and meat filling were separated, and there was no dumpling at all. The only one that looked a bit like a dumpling was a dumpling with two round ears, which she made herself.

"You..."

Her voice softened, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Li Yi. Although she was a little flustered and at a loss at the moment, there was another kind of sweet and warm thing filling her heart.

Li Yi took out the bowl and chopsticks, intending to rinse them with clean water again, and said, "Help me watch, wait until the water boils twice more, then you can put it in the pot."

"Yes."

Zeng Zuimo nodded, uttered an unclear syllable from his throat, stood on tiptoe, leaned over and looked into the pot.

When making such a posture, the body will naturally bend in an arc.

This familiar arc made Li Yi feel a strange feeling in his hands, and he couldn't help but recall the scene in the morning.

When Zeng Zuimo turned his head inadvertently, he saw him staring at a certain part of his body in a daze, and his body stiffened, and that place seemed to start to become numb again.

She breathed a little quickly and said angrily, "Where are you looking!"

"Cough, cough!" Li Yi coughed dryly, looked at the pot, and said, "It's almost done, let's take it out of the pot..."

Zeng Zuimo blushed, looked back, and whispered, "It's not boiled yet..."

"It's not boiled yet..., it's okay."

...

In addition to dumplings, there are also a lot of dishes on the table. They were originally made according to the number of people. Li Yi brought out the last bowl of dumplings and said with a smile, "Everyone taste it first..."

"Delicious!"

Xiao Cui ate a dumpling. Although she was inhaling because of the heat, she had already stretched out the next chopstick.

She glanced at Li Yi inadvertently, as if she had discovered something, pointed at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Mr. Li, did you eat secretly in the kitchen just now!"

Click!

Hearing the word "eat secretly", Zeng Zuimo's wrist trembled, and the dumplings he had picked up fell into the bowl again.

In the courtyard, next to the stone table

Chen Chong picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, took a bite, and then was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and asked in confusion: "Minister Zeng, do you feel that this dumpling is a little raw?"