Husband, Have Dinner

After the new year, in the twinkling of an eye in March, the flowers bloom in good season.

The person who invited Mochizuki to the banquet did not retreat because of her complaint.

Even the servants of Xiao Mazha sat in a row at the door of Mochizuki's house to hand over posts, waiting for the reply to once became the scenery line of their alley.

The bird's nest is so busy every day that they recommend good cooks or restaurants that can cater for banquets.

Only then did A Yao know that the owner behind Nanxun Yamen and several restaurants in the county is Mochizuki.

A Yao rushed to the backyard with tears of sympathy to the hard-working bird's nest—beauties and flowers make people feel better than reading bird's nest replies.

The backyard is colorful, the magnolia is like igniting firecrackers when it is in full bloom, and it bursts like a pearl sprinkled on a green skirt, and the fragrance lingers; the rose and the rose are too ugly, and the peony is as ugly as the iron egg before the peony blooms. Like, watching from the sidelines, but when it blooms, the rose has to give way obediently.

Mochizuki cut the flower branches, and the flowers were inserted in the elongated plum bottle with tea set refreshments or delicate lacquerware containing food, showing elegance.

"Master Mochizuki." A Yao approached, watching her pruning the flower branches, reaching out to pick up a yellow flower, and being beaten by Mochizuki's back. "Wow!"

"Tell me what is its name?"

Ayao is not very familiar with flowers. She recognizes the peony and the rose, so Xiao Huanghua will pass her, tangled, "Uh... the yellow flower of the yellow flower tomorrow?"

Mochizuki didn't want to talk to her and gave her a bite of food.

"Yellow flower is yellow flower, but it is day lily, also called forget melancholy."

Ayao chewed on the golden needles and tasted crispy and raw, dipped in chicken fat and had a meaty flavor. The chicken was tender and really delicious...Huh, "Golden needles? Daylily?"

Mochizuki nodded, with golden needles in one hand and delicate yellow flowers in the other. He taught Ayao "Yes, fresh yellow flowers are poisonous. Taking fresh yellow flowers directly will cause symptoms such as vomiting, dizziness, and abdominal pain. In severe cases, it can be fatal, but dried in the sun. Or cooked it can reduce its toxicity, and even use it to decoct water to treat coughs."

"Oh~"

Mochizuki's voice changed, "It's just right. Today's homework is to use gold needles to make a dish, with flowers, the dishes are delicious, the dishes, the utensils and the flowers should be harmonious."

Ayao, who was happily eating with a plate, immediately left tears of lasagna.

Bird's Nest walked quickly, with a trace of anxiety on her face, she handed over the post "Girl...The prefect sent someone to post, I can’t decide how to reply."

Mochizuki opened the post and pondered. The eyes of A Yao and the bird's nest were concentrated on her body without even noticing them. "I will go back and forth with this post. You will go to the host’s house for the little bird’s nest later to ask for an order. Ask about the number of people to eat and their preferences and taboos. In a few days, I will go alone. You two will take a good look at the house. It's not over, each doing its own thing, have you heard?"

"Girl, how can you leave me!" The bird's nest protested.

Mochizuki didn't bring anyone for the first time. Couldn't it be that something happened?

A Yao started to worry in an accident, helping to persuade, and she had to bring a few people to fight, but Mochizuki was determined and didn't bring anyone.

When Mochizuki went to cook, Ayao didn't go to open a shop. Like the bird's nest, she moved to Little Mazha and sat in line at the door waiting for her to come back.

Qin's house.

Mochizuki stood in front of Qin’s house, and the servant went to knock on the door. Not long after, the servant of Qin’s house opened the door and invited them in. When he walked to the courtyard, he saw a man wearing a water-red dress and a pomegranate ruby ​​hairpin in front of the flower hall. The woman, holding a group fan, the outline is looming, she only sees a pair of Danfeng eyes.

The servant who led the way introduced in a whisper that she was the master of this house, whose surname was Qin.

"It's fortunate to invite Mochizuki everyone to a banquet. When I saw you today, it really deserves its reputation." Mrs. Qin said, calmly looking at Mochizuki. "Liu'er, you will take Mochizuki everyone to the wing to rest. I think everyone needs Mochizuki too. Change clothes."

The corners of Mochizuki's mouth raised slightly, which was really interesting. The rich businessman surnamed Zhou asked the prefect to invite her to a banquet, and finally he chose a house bought by another rich businessman.

In the evening, the wealthy businessman surnamed Zhou returned to Qin's house.

"Cough cough..." The wealthy businessman kept coughing since he entered the door. When the cough was the worst, everyone who heard him thought he was about to cough up his heart and lungs. Mrs. Qin served tea again and helped him recite "Why is he coughing so badly?"

"I'm fine." The wealthy businessman waved his hand. "Is there today's menu? There are a few friends from the prefecture who will come over tonight, so we must let them enjoy their food."

"Hopefully everyone is here, and they will definitely be satisfied." Mrs. Qin said softly.

"Yeah, I'm confused." The wealthy businessman patted his forehead. "Why did I forget to invite Mochizuki everyone. I knew I would be back earlier. She already has the kitchen? I'll take a look at the kitchen."

Mrs. Qin restrained herself from the slightest, shook the wealthy businessman with a fan, put her other hand on his shoulder, and said softly, "Yes, it is estimated that the fire has already started to cook at this time, and the kitchen is so smoggy and sultry. , You are coughing right now, why don't I let Liuer go to the kitchen to make a Chuanbei stewed pear moisturizing?"

Enjoying Mrs. Qin's massage, the wealthy businessman squinted comfortably, waved his hand and did what she said.

"You said the host has a cough?"

The kitchen was very busy, and all the ingredients were ready. Mochizuki listened to Liu'er's instructions, but didn't respond in time. He thought of going through the dishes on the menu in his mind, and then replied, "It takes an hour to stew pears." Come and get it again, but I have loquat ointment, which can temporarily relieve the cough after taking it. Please also tell Mrs. Qin that there are some dishes that I need to readjust..."

Mochizuki reported to Liu'er the names of the dishes that needed to be adjusted or replaced, and asked her to repeat them, and then asked her to take a cup of loquat water back and start cooking dinner.

Take out the day lily soaked in advance, wash it, and put it in a crock pot. At the same time, add lean pork and two candied dates. Pour in the right amount of water. The day lily lean broth will be ready soon NS.

Cut the pear horizontally, remove the stalk, and separate it into a lid, hollow out the middle to make a small bowl, and cut the pear meat into square pieces. Every knife of this pear overflows with juice. Mochizuki twists a small piece and throws it away. In the mouth, the taste is refreshing, the flesh is crisp and juicy, and it is perfect for stewing.

Put the pulp back into the Yali bowl, grind Fritillaria into a fine powder to cover the pulp, cover the Yali lid, insert bamboo skewers, and place it on the steamer in a small bowl.

The honey is added after the pear is steamed to prevent it from becoming sour.

Mochizuki asked the little worker to take care of the two stove fires and continue cooking.

...

Mochizuki went home in the dark, and he was in a good mood when he saw two little peas sitting at the door looking through his eyes from afar.

"Master Mochizuki, you are back!"

"Girl, you are finally back!"

She raised the Yali in her hand, "I brought you pears."

"Thank God, nothing happened, right?" The bird's nest folded his hands and asked Mochizuki.

"What can I do? I'm just going to cook, not to hang out in Longtan and Tiger's Den."

Mochizuki stepped into the house, with two small tails behind him, the lights in the house had already been on, and the orange candles were swaying and shining, and the room was warm.

Last night’s smile seemed to be just a second, and the next day, Mochizuki was taken into the prison by the Yamen’s servants.

The rich businessman surnamed Zhou is dead.