It's just that Hua Mian would definitely not say these words to Si Kong Yue. No matter how strange she feels, that's her own business.

Seeing that most of the rice in the wooden bucket on Si Kong Yue's table had gone down, Hua Mian secretly glanced at Sikong Xiao's table and saw that the wooden bucket of rice in front of him had almost reached the bottom. She hurriedly walked towards His Highness Standing Eleven

Xiao Yin at the table winked, indicating that he should pay attention to the wooden barrel on Sikong Xiao's table.

Xiao Yin understood and walked to Sikong Xiao's table in two steps. While saluting, he asked: "Mr. Xiao, do you need more food?"

Sikong Xiao nodded without hesitation. Xiao Yin got the order and picked up the wooden bucket and walked to the kitchen. Hua Mian couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, causing Sikong Xiao to turn around and look at this person.

table.

Seeing Sikong Xiao realize that she was peeking, Hua Mian quickly turned her head back, just as Si Kong Yue picked up the bowl and asked: "What is the name of today's rice? It's quite delicious, a bit like the fried rice you made before."

"What I'm making this time is called stewed rice. When cooking the rice, I cut all the ingredients into cubes and put them into the pot, add seasonings, and when the rice is cooked, the ingredients will be cooked. Then I just add them to the pot.

Just stir it evenly and serve it out.”

"It sounds quite simple, and the taste is not bad at all," Sikong Yue praised, "If it is so convenient, maybe it can be promoted in military camps."

"The ingredients can be replaced according to your own preferences."

Hua Mian continued to explain, and Sikong Yue nodded, deciding to let his subordinates send the production method to the camp.

Just like this, when the two of them talked slowly and finished eating, everyone around them had left. Sikong Yue went back to his room to rest. When Hua Mian saw the staff of the post house coming to clear away the tableware, she took the opportunity to sneak into the yard of the post house.

Wandering around.

Although the courtyard of the post house is large, it does not appear empty. It is different from the places where Hua Mian has lived in this world. There are pavilions, tables and chairs placed at regular intervals in the yard of the post house for people to rest, which is quite nice.

Humanized.

Compared with the garden built by Sikong Yu in Sikong Mansion, or the gorgeous Royal Garden in the palace, the garden here in the post house is particularly comfortable. It seems that the designer originally considered people-oriented when drawing the design manuscript.

, every design takes the convenience of use into consideration.

It has to be said that the thinking of a person who lived in this different world four hundred years ago is quite advanced. It is a pity that the other party passed away too early and did not have the chance to meet.

It was mid-afternoon at this time. After lunch, everyone in the delegation went back to their rooms to rest early. Those who had work continued to do their work. Only Hua Mian came to wander around without anything. After walking for a long time, there was nothing else.

A few people from the palace passed by in a hurry, but no one else was seen. Forgetting the people from the mission, there was not even anyone from the post house in the garden.

The staff of this post house are just lax on weekdays. Anyway, they only receive caravans. Now the eleventh prince of this country lives here. Hua Mian wonders whether she should praise the security conditions of this place.

It's great. Or should I say it's because the people in the yiguan are too generous.

Hua Mian walked around half a circle and was going to sit down in the pavilion next door to rest for a while. Even though it was a table and chair made of stone, the chair was actually carved out with curves according to the body structure of a person sitting down.
Chapter completed!