The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Sprinkle the minced garlic that was chopped up in advance on the dishes evenly. After covering the pan, it was stuffy for about two minutes. The chef Chuntao wrapped the ears of the wok with a wet towel and lifted it to the edge of the stove. .

The maid, the maid helping the kitchen, hurriedly changed the big pot of boiling water, and then handed him a brand-new spatula.

Chuntao uncovered the lid, picked out most of the minced garlic, and threw it into a bucket of swill, and stirred the remaining minced garlic until no trace was visible, and then formally put it on the plate and sprinkled it with a few sticks of incense. Celery.

"Send it to the hall."

While instructing, she tore off the sleeve sleeves on her arms and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the inner lining of the apron. When the maid was carrying the plate out of the small kitchen, she stuck her **** on the small bench.

He hit the sore calf with his fist, but Chun Tao cursed Na Caixia over and over again.

If it wasn't for that little hoof who had to play a trick, and was beaten up for several days and couldn't get out of bed, there should have been two cooks on duty in this small kitchen, so why would he be so tired?

Righteously slandering, suddenly someone picked a curtain and went into the kitchen. At first, Chuntao was just a messenger serving the food and came back, so she didn’t pay much attention to it, but she heard someone ask: "Sister Chuntao, that black chicken soup Is there anything left?"

"Oh, it turned out to be Girl Qingwen!"

Chuntao screamed, hurriedly jumped up from the small bench, Duan smiled and said: "If there are any, you will explain it at noon, let more black chicken soup come out, how can we dare to neglect on the stove?"

As he said, he raised his hand and pointed to the casserole that was simmering over charcoal on the small stove next to it: "Look, this has been simmering until now, there are about two or three bowls of weight."

"Sister Youlao bothered."

Qingwen took out dozens of large coins from her sleeves and handed them forward. Chuntao was full of ‘unable to use’, but she had already grabbed the copper coins in her hand harshly, counting from one to five to ten.

Seeing that it was more than twice as many as the reward given by Sanjie You last time, Chuntao's smile became more and more enthusiasm.

She turned around and took out the food container, spoon, chopsticks, etc. from the cupboard next to her, put the small casserole in it, and said with a smile: "The left and right casserole doesn't have much weight. The girl should just take it together. When will it be free, it will not be too late to send it back."

Qingwen thanked her, and took the food box out of the small kitchen, but did not go to the hall where she was gathering, nor the West Wing where she lived, but went out of the courtyard.

"stop!"

At this moment, there was a stern shout from the dark veranda.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Furong, the maid next to Ruan Rong, coming out of the veranda, and sneeringly stopped in front of Qingwen, her narrow triangular eyes swept over the food box, and asked with her mouth: What is it pretending?"

As early as when Qingwen was in charge of taking care of Sun Chengyi, the two were at odds with each other, so seeing that she was blocking the way, Qingwen didn't have any good expressions for her, and stared at her coldly for a long time. Spit out three words that are neither salty nor light: "Black chicken soup."

"what!"

Originally, Furong lost some momentum in the stalemate just now, but when he heard of the three words'black chicken soup', she suddenly yelled like chicken blood, full of vigor, and said, "This black chicken soup was originally Auntie is considerate of Auntie Zhen, so she asks the stove to simmer two bowls for her every day. When is it your turn to steal a favor?"

Before Qingwen could refute, she sneered again: "Especially that Caixia is still the family law ordered by the second master. You are so rushing to visit her, but where do you put the second master?"

In fact, Xiangling offered to send black chicken soup to Caixia to replenish her body.

But seeing that Furong took out Sun Shaozong first, Qingwen was reluctant to pull Xiangling as a shield. She was wondering if there was any way to go. Suddenly someone behind her shouted: "Furong, where did you die? I dare not go back and wait on it!"

Before he could say anything, he saw the pomegranate rushing over in a hurry, and without a word, he hurried to the hall and ran into the hall.

She staggered for a few steps, and she finally stopped her heels, and couldn't help but annoyed: "What are you doing? This little hoof stole the black-bone chicken soup from the kitchen. He wants to..."

"To shut up!"

Pomegranate scolded, but turned around with a three-point flattery, Xiang Qingwen smiled: "Sister, don't worry, this crazy girl has always listened to wind and rain, but she didn't intend to make things difficult for you."

As he said, he reminded me diligently: "Although it is not a few steps away, my elder sister should light a lantern anyway, otherwise, if I knock it, how can I get it?"

This rhetoric confuses Qingwen.

Although this pomegranate did not target her everywhere like Furong, it had never given her a good face, but today it was yelling from one of her sisters, which was really puzzling.

Could it be hysteria burned out?

Until she watched Pomegranate and Furong returned to the hall, Qingwen was still confused. She stood in the yard thinking for a long time before she remembered that she had to give Caixia black chicken soup.

So she temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart, and hurried out of the small courtyard with the food container.

Walking around, I arrived at an inconspicuous courtyard in the northwest corner. I saw a gray room in the innermost room with only a bean-sized oil lamp on. I looked in through the window paper, and it was dim like a ghost fire.

In this situation, although Qingwen has not yet seen her, her mind is full of portrayals of ‘desolate and desolate’.

Why is this?

To be honest, although it is also in the Rongguo Mansion, there is a sweetheart who can't let go, but Qingwen can't understand it, Caixia's infatuation with Jia Huan.

In terms of character, knowledge, appearance, birth, and career prospects, what is Jia Huan's prominence?

Not to mention that he is only eleven years old right now!

perhaps……

This is the legendary Nie Yuan.

Shaking her head and sighing, Qingwen picked up the curtain and entered the room. Then the faint light swept around the room, only to find Caixia on the hard board in the northwest corner.

"Qingwen?"

At this time, Caixia had also spotted Qingwen, and got up from the bed sideways, and said in surprise: "How did you get here?"

"Auntie Zhen has heard that your injury has not been well, so I specially asked me to bring some Ejiao black chicken soup that nourishes blood and nourishes qi."

As Qingwen was talking, she reached the rigid bed and saw that there were no tables or chairs in the surrounding area. She put the food container on the floor, and then lifted the corner of the mattress on the bed, took out the casserole and put it on, then put the chopsticks and chopsticks on the floor. The spoon was handed to Caixia.

"Hey, I just simmered it with charcoal fire. You can drink more while it's hot."

Caixia held the soup spoon and chopsticks for a while, then sighed faintly, "It's rare that she still remembers her past affection."

"Mandarin ducks remember it too!"

Qingwen said angrily: "If it weren't for her pleading, and you were still chopping wood and carrying water, how could you have a chance to help with the cooking? But you are good, just arrived in the small kitchen... Forget it, you may not listen to what I said. ."

Halfway through, seeing Caixia's expression faint, she suddenly got up, lifted the lid of the casserole, and confessed: "If you have leftovers, you should put it under the bed first, and I will heat it up for you tomorrow. If someone asks, just push on my head."

After speaking, he got up and went back to the backyard.

"Qingwen!"

When she was in the door and outside the door, Caixia suddenly called her. Qingwen looked back suspiciously, but heard Caixia solemnly said: "Second Master Bao is different from Third Master. It is the same without you. Can enjoy wealth and honor."

What does this mean?

Is it mocking yourself? !

Qingwen couldn't help but sinking her face, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"No other meaning."

Just listen to Caixia again: "I'm just wondering. As long as that person is safe and comfortable, we slaves and maidservants should be content, so why bother to ask for something?"

At first hearing these words, it seemed a little ridiculous that she really wanted something, isn't it Caixia herself?

However, after careful consideration, although Caixia made trouble in front of Sun Shaozong twice, she never hoped to return to Jia Huan. She just hoped to guide Jia Huan back to the right path, so she didn't want to delay her future.

Thinking of this, Qingwen suddenly became a little flustered, because she suddenly realized that her feelings for Baoyu were not as pure as Caixia for Jia Huanlai!

But this is something she never wants to admit.

Therefore, in a panic, she replied indiscriminately, and fled out in a panic.

When she reached the west side of the backyard, Qingwen's heart was in a mess. She sat in the living room for a long time, until she heard a few calls in her ears, she realized that Xiangling had returned from dinner.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Xiang Ling asked in confusion, "Could it be that Caixia said something unpleasant?"

"This... this is not true."

Although Xiangling treated her like a sister, Qingwen didn't want to let Xiangling know that she was entangled in her heart, so she forced a smile and said, "It's just that I quarreled with that Furong when I was going out. It's not going well."

Hearing that it was about the maid beside Ruan Rong, Xiang Ling suddenly became entangled. She wanted to persuade Qingwen to calm down, but she knew her temperament and would not change her course easily.

In desperation, I suddenly remembered what Ruan Rong had explained, and hurriedly said, "By the way, I have an important matter. I want to discuss with my sister when my second master enters the palace today. I got a message, the court. Maybe you have to send your second master to Huguang to rebel."

"This can take as little as a year, or as many as two or three. The second master can't be taken care of by others. But Sister Ruan and I have to take care of the children at home, and only Aunt You can go south with the second master."

"However, Aunt You is worried that the little maid around her will not be able to serve her well, so she specifically recommends her sister..."

"She recommended me? Why?!"

Qingwen was stunned when she heard this. She had never had anything to do with the Second Sister You. Why did Second Sister You suddenly recommend herself to go out as an official with Sun Shaozong?

Xiang Ling pursed her mouth and urged her narrowly: "My sister is always smart, how can I be confused at this time? I want to wait until the second master wins the court and I will be called ‘sister’ again. It’s justified."

After Qingwen heard this, how could she not understand?

Obviously, the word'waiting' is not just as simple as pouring tea and making a bed.

And the reason why Second Sister You recommends herself is because she is afraid of making Ruan Rong jealous. After all, Aunt Zhao is not far from the lesson. Secondly, since she took the initiative to recommend herself, if she really loved herself in the future, she would have to owe her one. Favor.

No wonder the attitude of Pomegranate has changed drastically before, and the feelings are also afraid that he will take revenge on both of them!

just……

Qingwen fingered the ten scallions, twisting like twists, and shook her head strenuously: "I'm afraid it won't happen."

Although she had even thought of having Tong Ping'er and Xiao Hong come to Lu Bu in the Three-British Battle at the beginning of the Rongguo Mansion, it was just an impulse.

At the moment I heard that Sun Shaozong intends to gather herself, and Qingwen's heart is full of Jia Baoyu's shadow. Although she knows that the hope is slim, she is willing to give up her body easily?

Seeing her panic and resentful look, Xiangling's joy suddenly disappeared, and she stepped forward to embrace Qingwen's shaved shoulders, and said softly: "Sister's thoughts, I can generally take care of it. , I think Master Xue back then..."

Now when I talk about Xue Pan, she is actually a little uncomfortable, but she slowed down a little, and continued: "When Master Xue gave me to the second master, in fact, I was also very worried in every way, but you and me were born. , How can you go against the host's meaning?"

"But then I got along with the second master for a long time, but on the contrary, I was fortunate to keep my sister, I have secretly worshipped Buddha Xie several times, so that I can meet the second master in this life."

"My sister has been in our house for some time. I don't need to say what kind of person the second master is. You know that since Mr. Jia can no longer count on him, he can entrust his life to such a man, is it still insulting? Sister failed?"

Just this passage may not be able to shake Qingwen's heart, but echoing Caixia's ‘Don’t force it’ before and after, it really made Qingwen hesitate.

After thinking about it for a while, I simply pushed the boat along the way and broke the obsession with Jia Baoyu; for a while, I remembered the carefree years around Jia Baoyu.

In the end, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she could not make a precise decision. Instead, she suddenly thought of herself, so she blurted out and asked: "Since you want to choose to serve people, why didn't you choose Mandarin Duck?"

Xiangling had also heard about the rumors in the mansion, so it is not surprising that Qingwen mentioned Mandarin Duck at this time, but shook her head and said: "Now the big lady is pointing at him to help, so that the house is in order. Where is it for a while? Leave her?"

In fact, Qingwen just said casually, wanting to take the opportunity to change the subject, and when she saw Xiangling's few words, she turned down the matter, and she became silent again.

And Xiang Ling didn't know how to persuade, so she had to stay close to her silently.

The two of them sat relatively withered for about a quarter of an hour. Suddenly they heard a small knock on the door outside, and then pomegranate's respectful voice came: "Auntie Zhen, the second master calls you to speak."

Only then did the master and servant in the house wake up, Xiang Ling hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door, preparing to go to the main room of the main room with the pomegranate.

Unexpectedly, Pomegranate stood at the door, but was not in a hurry to leave, she recoiled Qingwen and smiled: "My sister locked the door directly, I'm afraid Aunt Zhen won't come back tonight."