Everyone lined up and made noodles with bowls. Qin Songyao observed that everyone was very conservative and beat less if they could.
The kind-hearted abbot was the most thief. He only picked up one chopstick and picked up the only vegetable.
As a newcomer, Qin Songyao was invited to sit down with Mrs. Bo Siyan after all, under the name of Mrs. Bo.
She held the bowl, served the noodles, and waited well.
Everyone started to move together, and she took the chopsticks.
Before she started talking, she was already very cautious, but she was still shocked to import the noodles.
Very salty!
She swallowed the pain and looked up again, and found that everyone's expressions were neat and uniform, their cheeks were tight, their eyes were empty, and their mouths were stuffy.
Tsk.
This seems to be experienced.
She sighed and turned to Bo Siyan, "Have you eaten this side?"
Bo Siyan lit a cigarette, heard this, and glanced at her.
"I'm a guest?"
Qin Songyao changed his words: "Have you tasted it?"
Bo Siyan frowned, "If you think it's unpalatable, you'll leave, no one will force you."
Qin Songyao put down his chopsticks and said, "I have no other intention."
She suddenly looked at him and teased with a smile, "Do you know everyone calls you the Living King of Hell behind your back?"
Everyone paused.
Bo Siyan's eyes turned cold and his eyes fell on the woman's face.
Qin Songyao calmly said, "I don't think this word is suitable for you."
Everyone pricked their ears.
She continued: "You should be called the Minister of Justice."
Bo Siyan: "..."
Qin Songyao said, lowering his head, imitating the person opposite, rolling up the noodles with chopsticks, stuffing them all into his mouth, and becoming stuffed.
She stretched her neck and swallowed it, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Bo Siyan.
"Do you only make one hand-rolled noodles every year?"
"Let's go after you finish eating."
He said unhappyly, raised his hand and shook the ash down at his hand.
She thought this was where, and she chatted with him leisurely?
Qin Songyao glanced at the rain outside and said, "It's heavy, I'll go down the mountain later."
Bo Siyan: "It will be bigger when I go up the mountain."
"It is easy to go up the mountain and it is difficult to go down the mountain. I still have this common sense." Qin Songyao said calmly.
Bo Siyan hummed lightly.
The two tables quickly settled the meeting. When Bo Siyan got up and prepared to make a new batch, they sighed at the same time.
Every year, when it comes to the Madam's birthday, they follow them up the mountain to lose weight.
The rain kept going. Qin Songyao walked out of the dining hall and returned to the kitchen door, and found that Bo Siyan had already started kneading.
He was not wearing an apron, and he was still wearing a noble shirt and trousers. He had serious faces hanging on his handsome face. The action of taking water and faces was not like making food, but like doing research.
However, no matter how serious it is, it cannot escape the novices' law of kneading. If it is dry, add water, add noodles after thinning, and add them constantly. In the end, the dough is so big that it cannot fall, so it can barely be reconciled.
Qin Songyao thought that this was probably the reason why there were so many sides left in the air and the other party.
She wanted to look at it for a while, but was forced back by his warning look.
There was no way, so she had to go back to the corridor.
The abbot passed by and saluted her. She replied and asked, "Master, are there any requirements for the meals for the tribute?"
When the abbot heard this, his eyes lit up.
He felt that the "hospital" at noon had hope of improving.
"Tofu, fish, meat, and fruit, all are OK."
It is similar to the sacrifices that Qin Songyao remembers.
Seeing that the abbot had left, she tried to get closer to the kitchen.
Anyway, the rain has not stopped, and she is idle, so she can do something to repay the banquet.
Inside the house, Bo Siyan has already started rolling the noodles.