Husband, Have Dinner

When approaching Jiangliu County again, A Yao was in a trance.

The so-called time flies by just a few seconds, and at this moment, standing in Jiangliu County can get a first-hand experience.

She experienced thrilling imprisonment and rescue here, and also assisted Master Mochizuki to cook a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner for the Meng family. Looking back now, it seems that it happened not long ago, and the fear at that time has been forgotten, but the taste of Bazhen noodles will always remain in the depths of memory.

The opposite door of the Meng family is the current Xue's house. Two pots of kumquats bear fruit in front of the door, each of which is adorned with golden branches.

Mrs. Meng's maid, Xiao Sui, waited for the group of Ayao Mochizuki Bird's Nest at the side door.

Leading people to the kitchen, the kitchen materials are as much as I remember, and there are many fewer servants. "Are there fewer people eating?" Mochizuki glanced at it and asked.

Xiao Sui nodded. She was noticed by Mochizuki before she had time to say it. It's no wonder that the old lady favored Mochizuki. "Yes, the old lady will not invite her people over this year, but there are both children and old people on the table. Please take care of the dishes these days."

After sending off Xiao Sui, Mochizuki turned around and assigned homework to Bird’s Nest and A Yao, “Bird’s Nest is responsible for listing and making the breakfast and refreshment list for the three days; A Yao, you are responsible for lunch, and you cannot duplicate the breakfast for these three days. In addition, breakfast There is a difference between the number of diners for lunch. You have to pay attention to this point and place an order for me in the evening to have a look."

A Yao was very nervous, with a cautious look on her face. After focusing on her head a few times, she circled the ingredients, thinking about how to match the dishes tomorrow at noon.

A maid came to Mochizuki at the door, and she was soft-spoken, Ayao and Bird's Nest did not hear their conversation, they heard Mochizuki say, "I will let her go to see the old lady, and I will go back. Don't forget the homework I assigned."

The still water was dry and the courtyard was deep. The maid led her to the small pavilion in the garden and did not move forward, and asked her to go by herself.

Seeing the slender and elegant figure under the small pavilion, Mochizuki was not surprised at all. "Meng Gongzi is well."

Where is the old lady, please, the huge Meng family has only two owners, one is Mrs. Meng, and the other is Mrs. Meng's son Meng Qianxiu.

"Miss Mochizuki is so polite, please here."

The tea smoke curled up, and the two sat silent.

"If there is nothing wrong..." Mochizuki wanted to leave after sitting for a long time, but when he spoke, Meng Qianxiu grabbed the conversation and was rather embarrassed. I asked people to inquire about it, but I didn’t expect it to be the daughter of the old man! Maybe you don’t remember me anymore. When you were so young, I often came to your house as a guest. Uncle Wu talked about your proud look. Can't forget it so far."

Speaking of the latter, Meng Qianxiu got excited. He took a deep breath and slowed down, saying, "I was sorry to your Wu family back then. If I could detect it in time and dredge one or two, Wu Shu and Aunt Wu would not die tragically, you guys. Nor will we be separated forever!"

"it's already over."

Mochizuki lowered her head, her red eyes revealed her thoughts, and she was not as calm as she said.

"Now that I can see you well again, I believe Aunt Wu and Aunt Wu will also rest in peace under Jiuquan."

Mochizuki rubbed the rim of the cup, and heard Meng Qianxiu's sigh, the corner of his mouth slightly aroused Quan to respond. "If there is nothing else, Mochizuki will go back to the kitchen first."

"Mochizuki, haven't you thought of avenging your parents!" Meng Qianxiu shouted from behind. "Your family, my family, Shangguan family, how innocent the people were implicated at the beginning, have you ever thought of reversing the case?"

"Mochizuki is just a cook with a little skill. The cook only needs to stay in the kitchen, one acre of land is enough. Things outside the kitchen are not what a cook should think about."

Meng Qianxiu couldn't see Mochizuki's expression cold, so she walked away quickly, her skirt wavy, and clusters of blooming jasmine embroidered on the green background.

Why hasn't she thought about it, why hasn't she thought about it!

The nightmare of copying the family and exterminating the clan tightly entangled her. The existence of her and the bird's nest reminded her all the time that their survival was stepping on the blood of their parents. She wanted to reverse the case. However, she was just a cook.

Life is a fluke.

If you want to reverse the case, it's ridiculous to shake the tree.

"Master Mochizuki...what's wrong with you?" A Yao's voice sounded hesitantly.

Mochizuki lowered his eyes, and A Yao, who was directly below her pupils, was holding the food sheet in her hand. Seeing her appearance, she frowned in confusion, but then asked carefully.

Ayao made a good list and compared it again and again. She felt that she had a perfect food list. She showed the bird’s nest and the bird’s nest recognized it. After waiting in the kitchen for a while, she did not see Mochizuki come back. She told the bird’s nest to go to the garden to see if she could meet it. To Mochizuki.

The person is found, but Wangyue's momentum is wrong.

Like an enraged beast, it rushed into the crown, his hands clenched into fists, biting his lower lip, struggling hard.

Walking head-on, Mochizuki felt that Mochizuki saw herself. Ayao swallowed her saliva, hardened her hair and cautiously said hello to Mochizuki, for fear that her tone was wrong and would disturb Mochizuki's sadness. Her heartstring called "emotions" was tense, but it was not easy. Can't help teasing.

Mochizuki was expressionless.

A Yao shrank her neck, Mom, Master Mochizuki was terrible.

She will get tired if she keeps her head high for a long time. She quietly looked away from Mochizuki's face and found that Mochizuki's palm was abnormally red. "Master Mochizuki, your hand is hurt!"

A person who regarded her career as a chef seriously injured her hands without noticing it. It can be seen how severely the incident she hid in her heart affected her.

Ayao pursed her mouth, took out her handkerchief from her sleeve, and gently moved her hand to Mochizuki. She didn't know how to comfort her, Mochizuki didn't say anything, she didn't dare to guess wildly on this joint. If it was the bird's nest at this time Just show up.

Mochizuki could hear A Yao's voice, but he heard it vaguely when he was suffering from typhoid fever.

The fluttering handkerchief calmed her down slowly.

Ayao was wondering whether she would sneak back to report a letter to the bird's nest, or if she led Mochizuki back to calm her anger, she was hugged by Mochizuki before she thought about it.

Ayao opened her mouth to say something comforting, but she couldn't talk about it. In the last life, she was stupid and couldn't get along with relatives and friends, and wanted to comfort others. In the end, she was scolded and the other party became even more angry.

The technical job of comforting Mochizuki should be given to the bird's nest, and A Yao stroked Mochizuki's back lightly.

"Scallops."

"Um?"

"I want to eat almond butter."

"Okay, I can also make almond tofu. Master Mochizuki, would you like to have some?"

"Let's make the almond butter first."

There are ready-made soaked peeled southern almonds in the kitchen. The southern almonds are ground into a slurry with well water. Add rock sugar and glutinous rice flour. Stir until there are no lumps. Pour into the almond slurry, stir, and after boiling, scoop into ice blossoms. In a small bowl, let it stand until the surface is slightly solidified, add a spoonful of honey beans, and you're done.

The southern almond itself has a little sweetness. Ayaojia doesn't have a lot of rock sugar. Add a spoonful of honey beans at the end, and it tastes rich and not particularly sweet.

Mochizuki was in a much better mood, "Yozhu, if someone suddenly tells you the memories of the past, how would you feel?"

Ayao thought without hesitation, "If something goes wrong, there must be demons."

The sweet red beans soaked in honey tasted soft and without residue. Mochizuki smiled and narrowed his eyes. "That's the reason."