Husband, Have Dinner

Knock-knock--

Ayao noticed the maid walking by the window holding a double snail bun, her slender figure was reflected on the Korean paper in front of the door, and she heard a few knocks on the door and asked her to come in.

"Please come in."

At the moment when she woke up, she saw a heart placed in the room from her throat and back into her belly. She knew she was safe, but the question came again, where is she? What about the rest? Where is Pei Shuo?

She is full of questions and needs someone to answer her.

The maid opened the door and walked in, "Girl, are you awake? This is the Meng's house. Yesterday, Master Pei brought you back and temporarily placed you in our house."

"No wonder I looked at this strange place, it was warm everywhere, not like an inn, thank you sister for taking in." Ayao left the makeup mirror, affected the wound on her shoulder, inhaled with pain, and remembered that she was bitten by a "dog" yesterday. Gulps.

She touched the wound on her shoulder. Someone had already bandaged her. She usually didn't move her left shoulder, but she didn't feel much. It was a bit of inconvenience to raise her hand.

She blessed the maid.

The maid turned sideways and did not receive A Yao's gift. "If the girl wants to thank you, let me see the old lady later, the old lady will take you in."

NS?

A Yao showed a smile, "Have all 30 children been rescued? Are they here now?"

"No, there was a heavy wind and showers last night. The son led a group of children to hide from the rain, but we were shocked. The old lady was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to let the children get cold outside in the rain, so let them Come in...but Master Pei went out last night and has not come back yet."

Ayao groaned, and she understood what the maidservant meant. "Thank you for your sister’s reminder. Sister Youlao took me to the children’s room. I took them to thank the old lady and left to the county government office. Maybe one of them was looking for a child’s father and mother. where are they."

Going through the hall to say goodbye to the old lady, A Yao looked up at the sky. The heavy clouds and fog covered the sky. The sky was gray and gray, and the sky was not clear. The sun was drenched to remove the harsh and glare. I don’t know if there will be another one. rain.

In the hall, the old lady Meng had heard what they were coming from, but she turned her mouth to the side and turned to her side.

"Where!" A Yao said first, "Mrs. Kindhearted. Without you, I wouldn't know what to do in this heavy rain."

The wind comes late at night, coincides with a shower. The wind blows and the rain hits the skin, making the scalp numb. If it rains at night and catches a cold on the way back to the inn, the fever may not go away, and it may even take them away. s life.

Such saving is also life-saving.

Fortunately, everyone is fine.

When Ayao went to see them, every child's body temperature remained as usual. When I asked, I found out that the maid had cooked them scallion soup and covered them with bedding, and thanked them again.

"Let the old lady see, do you feel uncomfortable?" The old lady Meng waved to the little Douding behind and motioned them to go. The little Doudings were not afraid or defensive at all. They smiled and surrounded the old lady's eyes. It all lights up, and the darling for a while, the cry of the baby for a while.

I probed their foreheads, they were not abnormally hot, and I could not worry about telling the maid to make **** soup. "You go and cook a pot of **** soup, and then each one beats an egg to make up for them. Look at these cute and cute children. ..."

"Yes..." The maid was embarrassed, but she still went to the kitchen. Ayao saw her embarrassed and headache, so she said, "Sister, I'll help you make **** soup."

"That's great, I'm having a headache." The maid did not push back, and took the initiative to pull A Yao to the kitchen.

Break off a large piece of fresh ginger, wash and shave off the dry bark-like skin, revealing the tender turmeric color, with a vaguely spicy flavor, the green onions are red, but the **** is refreshing.

Cut the **** into thin slices, place them neatly in a small dish, and pour the water into a pot and bring to a boil.

It didn’t take long before the water boiled and there was no steam. I put a whole silver ingot-shaped brown sugar into the soup. The boiling water was quiet, and the brown sugar gradually melted and pulled out a strand of brown and black, accompanied by the icing in the pot with boiling **** water. ups and downs.

The brown sugar has completely dissolved, and the **** soup has turned brownish-black, escaping its sweet fragrance, and it's time to scoop out the bowl.

The maid thought about today's breakfast yesterday. It is not considered too fine. Pancakes mixed with soup and rice porridge are both staple foods, so I don't have to worry about feeding more than 30 children.

In the early morning, the white flour cakes were already made. The white dough is rolled into small cakes, greased, and sprinkled with sesame seeds, which is extraordinarily cute.

The maid stretched out her hand and hung over the iron pan. Feeling the high temperature inside the pan, she sandwiched a square-cut piece of fragrant white lard and quickly wiped it along the edge of the landslide for a week, and a small ball of cake blanks were pasted on it. On the hot stove.

The oil squeaks in small bubbles to fry the white flour cakes. It is not yet time, when the white flour is cooked, the sesame fragrance will float out, the nose is sensitive, and you can even smell the lard under the sesame seeds.

Taking advantage of the free pancake maid, I remembered that A-Yao was actually just 7-year-old Dou Ding. Among the group of children was older than her. She actually caught a 7-year-old girl as a strong man and asked her to cook it. Ginger soup? I'm so busy!

"Can you look at the fire and see if the water on the stove is boiled? I'll do the rest... Are you ready?"

A Yao was holding a bowl, her eyes writhing, she was blowing a sip, and she heard the maid’s surprised voice, and answered, “Yes, I saw my sister’s sweating profusely, so I cooked my own **** soup, sister. You taste?"

The maid accepted the letter suspiciously.

Ayao said, "It's freshly burned and it's hot. Sister, be careful not to hurt your throat."

Blowing the hot mist, Xiao Xiao took a sip, the pungency of **** slices, the sweetness of brown sugar, kneaded in a bowl of hot soup, sweet and spicy, "You also put pepper in it?" the maid asked.

"Yes, with a little added, what does my sister feel?" A Yao asked.

"It's delicious. Thanks to you, otherwise I alone don't know when I will be busy." Putting down the bowl, the maid felt the pores all over her body relax and wanted to sweat, "Your **** soup is really good."

Although I don't understand why there is only one maid in the huge Meng's house, it is other people's housework, and it is useless to ask more.

"It's all my husband taught me." A Yao squinted her eyes happily, the light from under her eyebrows flowing in her eyes. Mochizuki only told her how to do it, but it was the first time to do it. There is nothing more delightful than the praise and recognition of the diners. Even a bowl of porridge and a bowl of **** soup is a successful start. .

The maid was surprised "Are you going to be a cook in the future?"

Her gaze fell on the wound on A Yao's shoulder, and she said, "Miss Jiang, although your shoulder injury is not serious, it may leave scars." To be continued. Please browse for a better reading experience.