To be fair, Sheng Qiu Xiao's cooking skills are not very exquisite, but ordinary cooking is better than novelty, not impatient and willing to put in effort, which is very rare in the building.
Shen Yuan carefully observed Qiu Xiao's expression, but there was no obvious sign of sadness or loss on his face. He was adjusting the dishes as if nothing had happened. Feiyue also kept her eyes open, thinking about Qiu Xiao's behavior during the confrontation downstairs. Hysterical, I couldn't help but secretly marvel at Miss Hansheng's rapid transformation.
Qiu Xiao quickly mixed two cups of ingredients, pushed one cup towards the oiran, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Miss Zhou Quan today for arranging the rescue of Mother Zhao and the two sisters, and also working for Madam, it is really my fault. "I couldn't talk in the madam's room, so I had to make some side dishes with my own hands and distribute them. The two sisters didn't mind it. I will serve the lady here. The sisters asked Xiaoju to wait on her, and they also went back to the house to have some wine."
Her eyes were filled with sincere gratitude. She stood up solemnly and looked at Feiyue and Feiyun. She lowered her head and bowed her head and gave him a blessing. The two maids quickly helped them, saying that since they had always been good friends, it was only their duty to help. , tell Qiu Xiao not to worry about it.
Shen Yuan nodded in agreement and took Qiu Xiao to sit down: "It's okay, there is nothing to serve the pot. The people in the kitchen are so busy that they probably forgot to leave the food. Miss Sheng is a superb cook. Don't stay here and take Xiao Ju. Go back inside and eat."
There were only five people in the room, but it could be said that they all had their own thoughts. The mistress and girls on both sides were not sure whether they had the same mind, but the three maids clicked their tongues and felt the meaning. They unanimously agreed with "yes" and bowed together to retreat. Shen Yuan made a move. Holding her chin, she watched the door close tightly again. She turned back to look at Qiu Xiao, but the other party spoke first.
"Miss is the master, Feiyue and Feiyun are the maids in the house. Do the people in the kitchen really dare to neglect them and forget about their meals?"
Qiu Xiao picked up the chopsticks and placed a pastry on a porcelain plate in front of the oiran. She looked smart and charming, her deer eyes were curved, as clear as water, twinkling with little bits of light, and she actually felt like a fox.
Shen Yuan waited for too long and really felt hungry. He was holding a big porcelain plate and putting the mutton rolls into the fresh soup. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but smile brightly: "It seems that it is not unreasonable to speak clearly to someone who understands. It's embarrassing." I was willing to make up a whole set of excuses just to save your face, but it was all in vain."
She didn't even raise her eyes, as if talking to herself, staring at the copper stove intently. A handful of chrysanthemum petals were sprinkled into the soup. They were all whiter than snow, as smooth as satin, and almost integrated with the milky white soup base. The chrysanthemums After boiling the soup, there is a faint bitter taste, which is unique among the pot full of meat, adding a calming color to the impetuous heart under the long night.
The courtesan of Lengxiang stood guard in front of such a soup stove, with her hair in a bun half down and her brows clear. She was dressed in a homely Zhilan purple silk shirt, her cuffs rolled up, and she held silver chopsticks in her bare hands. The mist of water finally made her smell like a human being. , temporarily step down from the position of a stunning beauty that only exists in heaven, and become an ordinary daughter who washes her hands with a spoon.
Qiu Xiao smiled and accepted some coquettish words from the oiran, and rolled up her sleeves. She accompanied her by her side, passing spoons and bowls, and coaxed her to sit down. She watched the mutton rolls unfold, almost cooked, and went in again. A few clusters of green vegetable leaves.
"Try that. I know you love sweets, so I made it specially for you. The mutton pot has a rich flavor, and I also paired it with pear and lotus root, which is the best for clearing your mouth."
Shen Yuan moved his chopsticks as he was told. The fried sweet egg shreds were really crunchy, and the taste was sweet and meaningful, as if soaked in sugar nectar. Eating more sweets can make you feel happy, so Qiu Xiao randomly thought up a snack. , at this time, it can best turn into comfort and soothe the uneasy emotions that have been hit and tempered one after another.
The oiran didn't seem to appreciate it: "Water pear, lotus root? Add some water chestnuts, and it's not just three-fruit soup. It's just winter. You ate too much longan, and you got stomach fever for no reason. That's why I asked Feiyun to cook the soup." Here you go, drink two bowls and everything will be fine."
"Obviously you learned it from me, so you start working on your shift." Shen Yuan put down his chopsticks, pulled out his silk handkerchief, pursed his lips, and nodded his chin toward the pot: "Pay attention, that's wild lamb leg meat, don't burn it too much. "
"I'm watching. It doesn't matter if it's just a trick, I'm keeping it in mind anyway." Qiu Xiao said as she fished out the meat and vegetables, drained the soup and put it on the warmed lotus leaf plate, then put down the copper spoon and replaced it with blue and white flowers. He used a curved spoon to scoop out a small bowl of brown sugar and perilla porridge for the Oiran; "Take a few mouthfuls first, otherwise you will burn your stomach and intestines, and you will be the one to drink the three-fruit soup."
If it were someone else, even if they didn't cry and lament immediately after such a commotion, they would never be so calm and have the mind to care about the health and safety of others. Shen Yuan initially thought that Mr. Sheng had a somewhat firm mind and was a shameful person. They are trained and cultivated, but in this world, no matter who they are, no matter what their good qualities are, once they pass a certain point, they are no longer good.
"Girl Qiu, you are guarding me now, even if I cry or make trouble, don't act so sophisticated and solemn."
The oiran was holding a small spoon, her peach blossom eyes dipped in water were as clear as the moon, and her eyelids were double folded. She used an indigo pencil to draw a thin "phoenix tip", and lightly applied some cinnabar rouge. Her face was dyed with water and hibiscus, which made her face look charming. .Such a beauty, who was only five years older than Sheng Qiu Xiao, suddenly felt a few inches of love. Her voice was smooth and gentle, but her words were filled with reproach.
Sheng Qiuxiao was stunned for a moment. She was obviously in a trance for a moment. Her eyes dimmed. She tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled reluctantly. Her left and right sides also regained their relief and calmness. It was more like they were trapped by the Oiran's sudden tenderness. The two of them were good friends. But they are not like the close friends of ordinary people, but the master and the servant who are separated by an indestructible layer - and more often than not, it is Qiu Xiao who sticks to this line and refuses to cross the line even half a step, while Shen Yuan is. It doesn't matter.
They would have tea and laugh together, admire flowers and chat. Shengqiu Xiao would work as a cook for the oiran, and the oiran would put makeup and hair on her hair. The two women were five years apart in age, and their temperaments were very different. Regardless of appearance, the two women No matter what, in fact they all have a warm heart hidden inside.
Influenced by the girl Mingxiang, Shen Yuan rarely cared about family status. The small building was lonely for a long time. Many times, she would even forget that she was originally a daughter of the northwest. After Mingxiang left, she became even more lonely. Sheng Qiuxiao's His appearance filled this vacancy to a great extent. Although she would ask herself why she was so close to him so easily, she never took this minor detail seriously.
This was not the case with Sheng Qiu Xiao. Firstly, the oiran never told her what he was thinking. Secondly, there were distinctions between high and low, the hierarchy was orderly, and human words were even more formidable.
She also never told the oiran that "same people have different fates". People in Lengxiang Pavilion have their own ambitions. The owner's heart is not bad, but it does not mean that they can be allowed to have equal minds and argue randomly.