The servants brought hot water, and Cui Weizhen was pushed into the bathroom by Ye Zhenzhen. Before entering, Cui Weizhen glanced at Ye Zhenzhen: "What about you?"
Ye Zhenzhen's face turned slightly red: "I'll wash it later."
Cui Weizhen hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he walked to the bathroom in silence.
Ye Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably and turned around to go to the kitchen.
In the small kitchen, Mrs. Wu's apprentice Xiaoman was instructing the cooks to make pasta. When she turned around, she saw her wife stepping in from outside. She hurriedly greeted her: "Madam, why are you here? The slaves have already started cooking.
The pasta is ready, it will take about two-quarters of an hour."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded and said: "You are busy with your business, I will come over and help you."
Xiao Man immediately understood that Madam was planning to cook the meal herself.
She didn't dare to let Madam do anything, so she helped her very wisely, and was secretly happy. She made up her mind to observe carefully and remember Madam's cooking techniques. The reason why her master Mrs. Wu's cooking skills are highly praised is because of her harmony
Madam learned it.
Unfortunately, in recent years, my wife has become increasingly busy, and the frequency of cooking has gradually decreased, and there are not many opportunities for her to steal from others. Now that she had this opportunity, she immediately became very energetic, and she also asked a lot of questions about cooking.
The lady answered the questions in a very good-natured way.
Noodles are easy to make, and the cooks are all experienced at it. The noodles are freshly kneaded thin white noodles, which are thin and long, tough and full of texture. They taste very refreshing. Both Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen like this bite.
Of course, in order to prevent the masters from improvising, the cooks kneaded several more kinds of noodles and prepared them. It doesn't matter if you can't finish them all, the weather won't stop you, and the leftovers can be eaten tomorrow.
It was not convenient for Ye Zhenzhen to knead the dough, so she did the job of making sauces, a little sweet, salty, oily, spicy, and some pickles, pickles, sauerkraut, green vegetables, etc. It looked simple.
It's simple, but it's not much at all after everything is prepared. There are four kinds of noodles, more than a dozen bowls of various sauces, and more than 20 servings of ingredients. There are enough large and small dishes.
Three large food boxes were filled.
After Cui Weizhen came out of the bathroom, he didn't see Ye Zhenzhen's figure. He just asked the maid who was serving her, and in the blink of an eye he saw her walking in from the dark night with a smoky aura.
"Why did you go to cook by yourself?"
Cui Weizhen frowned in disapproval: "Your hand is still injured. You need to pay more attention during this period. The kitchen is very smoky. What should I do if the wound is infected?"
"I have nothing to do anyway, so I just went to the kitchen for a run."
Ye Zhenzhen felt her scalp tingle when she heard this: "I'm just doing some seasoning work, it's enough with one hand. I've paid attention to it, there's no water on it, it's okay."
Cui Weizhen's brows were still furrowed, making Xiaoman and others tremble with fear, fearing that Lang Jun would be angry and blame them for not persuading his wife.
People are like iron rice, and they will feel hungry if they don't eat for one meal. Ye Zhenzhen guessed that Cui Weizhen probably didn't eat much during lunch, and he must be in a bad mood when he's hungry, so she didn't explain much and quietly winked at Xiaoman and the others.
They began to prepare the meal.
Xiaoman received Madam's intention and quietly glanced at Lang Jun. Seeing that he was holding Madam's gauze-tied right hand and inspecting it non-stop, without noticing them, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the little maid who was setting the table.
: "Hurry up and prepare the meal."
The little maids neatly laid out the meals in the food boxes, and all kinds of dishes covered the entire table. Xiaoman had learned how to arrange the dishes, and was very particular about how to put them on the table. There were various noodles, condiments and side dishes.
The colors are well-proportioned and look particularly harmonious and soft. Coupled with the aroma of the food, it has the power to soothe people's hearts.
Cui Weizhen carefully inspected Ye Zhenzhen's gauze. It was neither stained by cigarette ash nor wet with moisture. His expression softened slightly, and when he looked at the fragrant pasta on the dining table, his expression became even gentler.
He took Ye Zhenzhen and sat down at the dining table: "You eat some with me."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't have much appetite for food today. She only had a few bites for lunch and dinner. She was really hungry now, but...she looked at her right hand which was wrapped with gauze, and shook her head and refused: "Forget it.
Yes, I'm not very hungry, you can eat."
It’s so difficult to eat noodles with your left hand.
Xiaoman immediately volunteered and said considerately: "Madam, I am here to serve you."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he received a cold look from Lang Jun. Xiaoman froze, and he couldn't take the step forward anymore——
She stayed in the kitchen all the year round and rarely had the chance to show her face in front of her master, but she had already found out that the husband loved his wife very much. Why did she make him unhappy when she took the initiative to show hospitality to his wife?
Could it be...
Obviously, those unfounded guesses in Xiaoman's mind were wrong, because Lang Jun's next move was the best proof -
I saw Lang Jun bring an empty porcelain bowl with a round belly, put a chopstick of slender cold noodles in it, and then added three kinds of seasonings. After mixing the ingredients, he added some shredded cucumbers, diced pumpkins and other side dishes for decoration.
, the colorful pasta is decorated like this.
The chopsticks were mixed in the round belly bowl, and then Lang Jun picked up the cold noodles with the chopsticks, and instead of eating them himself, he brought them to his wife: "I'll feed you."
He had a gentle expression and even his voice was soft to the point of being unreasonable. His handsome face was even more shining in the candlelight.
Xiaoman didn't dare to look anymore and lowered his head honestly.
The pasta was brought to her mouth. Ye Zhenzhen naturally did not show any pretense. She opened her mouth and ate it, nodding her head while eating. It was indeed the taste that she had prepared herself. It tasted really delicious.
Seeing that she was eating deliciously, Cui Weizhen also gained an appetite and repeated the above actions skillfully. However, he liked spicy food, so he scooped some spicy sauce into the condiment. After one bite, the spicy food filled his mouth. Once it entered his stomach, his whole body was filled with spicy food.
Feeling energetic.
It was okay not to start eating, but he felt hungry once he started eating. Cui Weizhen took two more bites, and Ye Zhenzhen, who chewed slowly, was able to finish the meal.
Seeing that he was about to continue eating, Ye Zhenzhen quickly stopped him: "Change a bowl, I don't want a spicy bowl." The bowl was already stained with spicy sauce.
Cui Weizhen was a little puzzled, but he still changed a bowl for her to put noodles in. The seasonings were still mixed according to her previous preferences, and she ate them all.
"Didn't you like spicy food in the past?"
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head: "I've been a little angry these days and my face is about to break out. I need to eat a lighter diet these days."
Cui Weizhen stared at her smooth and fair face and was silent for a moment: "I haven't found any pimples."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to argue with him. Of course, acne should be nipped in the bud. Wouldn't it be too late to stop eating it after it grows?
Her menstrual period is only in the past few days, so she doesn't dare to be so pretentious.