Early on, Bitao kicked out the little maid with a red face... Bitao's vague voice came from the room: "The official... turned out the lights..."
Zhao Shenyan's voice sounded anxious and irritable: "Why turn out the lights? With such a beautiful scenery, you are not allowed to turn off the lights..."
After half a cup of tea... Bi Tao's voice came faintly again: "Today, the official is..."
When they passed by for another cup of tea...Bitao: "My lord, I'd better take a break and have a cup of tea..."
"It's okay...I...I...I can still do it..."
Chun Niang and Song Wen, who were listening to the wall, looked at each other. Song Wen said doubtfully: "It turns out that Zhao Shenyan's health is not bad! Why is he like a tuberculosis ghost...so ineffective?"
Chun Niang nodded: "Unexpectedly, he is also a useless silver pewter spear head. Normally Bitao brags about him being extremely considerate... Now look at it, it's just that!"
The two of them were squatting next to Bitao's window outside on the second floor. Chun Niang curled her lips: "Little Turtle, I didn't expect that you are quite capable of doing such a thing in bed! Tell me, did the little boy ask any sister to do it?
Have you eaten and wiped yourself clean?"
Song Wen was already a little numb to Chun Niang, the first-generation racing king of Zixuan Tower, and when he heard these teases, he just thought she was farting.
Chun Niang couldn't hold it any longer, so she soaked some saliva and gently opened a hole in the window paper of Bi Tao's bedroom, then narrowed her eyes and gently moved closer...
"Oh haha..." Chun Niang suddenly covered her mouth, and then continued to peek carefully...
Song Wen became curious and dug a hole like Chun Niang. Taking a closer look... Good guy, this body is very weak now, otherwise Song Wen suspected that he might have to spray nosebleeds and set up a tent on the spot.
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There were four or five butter candles burning in the room, and the bedroom was brightly lit. Zhao Shenyan, Jing Chichi, who was on the bed, was as tired as a dead fish and could not move. A pair of eyes were still staring at the person sitting not far away with a look of resentment on his face.
Peaches on the edge of the bed.
Bi Tao was sitting on the corner of the bed wearing the black suit with a flushed face.
Zhao Shenyan, who was like a dead maggot, said again: "Dance for me one more time... one more time... I still want to see... hehehehe..."
Bi Tao took a sip and said, "It's impossible to die... right? Listen to me, let's stop singing tonight! Don't you want to die?"
"Death under the peonies, even being a ghost is romantic...hehehehe..."
Chun Niang, who was peeping enthusiastically, suddenly stepped on a tile accidentally. Bi Tao in the room was startled. After a closer look, she found two big holes in the window paper... She immediately cursed in embarrassment: "Chun Niang
! It must be you little prodigal... Is the other one Brother Wen? You two are seeking death, are your skin itchy? "
Bi Tao was so embarrassed that she quickly wrapped herself in a quilt...
Outside the window, Chun Niang hurriedly pulled Song Wen, who was still unfinished, and stumbled back to her room.
Chun Niang was still thinking about it... "How powerful is this simple thing? Look at Zhao Shenyan, he's like a lustful ghost... What are you trying to do? Even if he wears this thing, he's not the same as before.
Something to play with..."
Song Wen wiped the nosebleed that was about to flow, and said with a groan: "How do you understand the desire and madness in a man's heart... I will tinker with some uniforms tomorrow. What kind of female generals, female scholars, female Taoists, and fairies...
...with some scene decoration, hehe..."
Song Wen looked back and saw plump and beautiful Chun Niang looking at him like a monster...
"Brother Wen, that unknown master of yours is really a... lustful ghost, a brothel genius!"
The next morning, Song Wen lay on the bed and glanced down... He finally felt relieved. The early morning reaction that this young man's body should have finally came as promised! It's okay, this body seems to be saved...
As usual, he went to the kitchen for a walk and made sesame biscuits with mutton... Ma Baiye handed it to the little red guy who was currently in the building, and the little turtle took a bite... with a satisfied look on his face.
"Hehehehehe... Brother Wen, have you come up with any new dishes today? Does your master, who has eaten delicious delicacies all over the world, leave any recipes?"
Song Wen nodded and frowned, a little choked... Ma Baiye's apprentice next to him immediately handed over a bowl of red dates and white fungus soup with a wink!
"Brother Wen, my master made this specially for you! He said that you need to take care of yourself after recovering from a serious illness... From now on, you will have a bowl every morning and never stop eating!"
Song Wen took a sip and remembered that Ma Baiye had always been kind to him. Although he was always scolding, when he was about to die, he would still secretly leave some rice porridge and broth for him, otherwise Ma Wu would
What can the Green Slave and the Green Slave do to help Song Wen survive?
Finding that Chef Huang was not there, Song Wen smiled... "Uncle Ma, Master, he did tell me about some novel foods, but they are all seasonings that are only available in some overseas Hu merchants... It is difficult to get them.
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Ma Baiye sighed after hearing this, feeling very disappointed.
Song Wen continued: "But there is a big meat dish, I should try it now!"
"Lion head!"
Ma Baiye and his apprentice looked at each other... "What? Lion? My mother, are you kidding me? Even wild animals are not cheap in Bianliang now. Where can there be lions for sale? No one has seen that thing before.
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Song Wen laughed loudly, pointed to a basket of pork and said: "There is an immortal in Baifan Tower to guide the way! Is it possible that we have to kill an immortal? Three pounds of pork, seven parts lean and three parts fat, chop it into minced meat, use old wine and green onions.
The garlic salt and pepper are marinated...starch...forget it, sift some fine wheat flour to make it easier! Prepare these first..."
Ma Baiye's eyes lit up: "Brother Wen, are you going to make a new dish?"
While Song Wen was drinking soup and eating cakes, he motioned to his apprentice to be more agile... Ma Baiye rolled up his sleeves and started working with his apprentice immediately!
Song Wen had just finished two pieces of pork biscuits and had just taken a few sips of the second bowl of red dates and white fungus soup. The two quick cooks over there had already finished preparing it.
After heating the oil in a pot, Song Wen stirred a dozen meatballs vigorously, then beat them in his hand a dozen times, and a dozen round meatballs were formed.
Fry in the oil pan until the color is red and bright. Song Wen pointed at the big steamer... "Put the bowl in the steamer and put it on the steamer for half an hour!"
Ma Baiye looked serious and nodded at this time: "Fried first and then steamed, the minced meat will be soft, glutinous and delicious! Brother Wen is good at it..."
Song Wen drank up half the bowl of soup in one gulp... "It's not over yet! There is a third method for this dish... After it is out of the pot, take the steamed original soup in the bowl, return it to the pot, add soy sauce, brown sugar, fine salt, cooked sesame seeds and cook it.
The soup... pour it on top of the meatballs while it's hot, and then sprinkle with chopped coriander and a few seasonal flower petals! You can add some mutton and chopped preserved fruits to the soup and meatballs, and you can also add brown sugar to the soup.
Vinegar is adjusted to sweet and sour taste... Do you understand?"
Ma Baiye frowned and thought for a long time, then nodded... Then he pulled his young apprentice and bowed to Song Wen solemnly... "Brother Wen has taught us this unique skill.
How can I repay you? In the future...if there is any need in the future, just ask Brother Wen!"
After the young apprentice bowed, he solemnly took out a small bag worth ten bucks and handed it to Song Wen with both hands... It seemed that he had been preparing for a long time.
Song Wen couldn't care less about the money, not to mention that the former owner had received the favor from Chef Ma, so he quickly refused... and said to Ma Baiye with a smile: "Let's stop the thank you gift. If I have anything to ask for in the future,
Uncle Ma, just make it easier for Uncle Ma! We are all family members, why are you so polite?"
After shirking his apprentice, Song Wen wiped his mouth and ran away immediately. He still had some things to purchase and arrange... Tonight, he was going to compete with Zixuan Car King's fierce lady Chun Niang! Look at this Song Dynasty
Do the young men of wealthy officials... have similar tastes to the men of later generations?