The silver-red plum paper is as thin as a cicada's wing, and Li Xuecheng's handwriting is as sharp as a dragon, as familiar as yesterday. Youdao's words are just like the person he is. This man is always as gentle as a warm breeze, but his handwriting is worse than Shen Han's. Shen Yuan often felt that there was a fire hidden in Xuecheng's heart, which she could not touch and could not be extinguished.
But it doesn't matter, she understands that she likes this man very much and wants to be with him for a long time - and the other person is probably the same, so that's enough.
We haven’t seen each other for a long time. A handwritten letter is the best greeting. It is worth a thousand words and contains thousands of emotions. In the winter, the two storefronts in Xuecheng are busy, and they have to go out to personally select a batch of green Gannan. , prepare Ruyihehexiang pills for the New Year, and it will take at least more than a month to go back and forth.
It was a gadget that Shen Yuan came up with in his free time. He chose two coins of firm and heavy-fat Canaan incense, and mixed it with one coin each of Yankou, Anxi, borneol, galangal, and five clove seeds, and a handful Use only a small white porcelain bowl to grind the sun-dried bright red rose petals into fine powder, collect them in the unopened camellia buds, sew them tightly with new silk thread, and seal them for seven days before taking them out. use.
At that time, cut the flower buds, select the bletilla striata and fry it into thin juice, clean the plum blossom stamens and soak them in the cold tea method, mix them in half and filter, mix them with a little refined honey and mix the medicinal powder, roll them into thumb-sized balls, wrap them in fresh tangerine peel and add red tangerine peel. In a small clay oven, simmer over low heat until half dry.
A small fragrant ball is dark red in color and oily in color. It is often smoked and roasted in an incense burner with a small hollow copper sheet. At first, the smell is strong and heavy, with a sweet and slightly astringent aftertaste. After a long time of smelling it, it gradually becomes clear and peaceful, and the artistic conception is clear. Occasionally it will crack when it is about to expire. It's like a sudden surge, bursting out with a short-lived numbing sensation, with a light and sweet aftertaste that lasts forever.
Shen Yuan has always been picky and made many additions and subtractions before finalizing the recipe for the fragrant meatballs. At first, he just smoked them for fun. By chance, he was seen by Li Xuecheng. He thought it was very novel and interesting, so he asked for it to be refined and sold. The ingredients inside are all precious, and the smell is really good. It suddenly attracted the dignitaries in Mojing City to flock to it, and it became an unintentional thing.
"Actually, it's not hard to find good Gannan. What's hard to find is the fresh tangerine peel. It has to be peeled off freshly, so it's green and tender. Otherwise, if you bake it with dried tangerine peel, the meatballs will easily crack after a while." Yuan smiled, carefully folded the red plum paper, wrapped it with silk thread, put it in a square gold sandalwood brocade box, and hung a small cloud-headed copper lock.
When Feiyue heard the sound and thought of the reason, she couldn't help but laugh and agreed: "That's right. The year before last, the girl felt bored and came to the mountain to relax. She happened to see some freshly grown red oranges on display for smelling. The girl wanted to taste it, but the result I was so sore that I shed tears..."
"Hehe, I remember this too," Feiyun said, looking up from the porcelain vase with flowers, "that time, the girl ate a lot of small walnut rice krispie treats, and then she felt better. It's really strange, The mandarin oranges are obviously green, so why are they called 'big red'?" Then he put down the small silver scissors, gathered up the corners of the broken branches and leaves, and put them aside as if to offer treasures, smiling and revealing a few thin white glutinous rice teeth. : "Girl, look, is this good? There are not many flowers in winter, so I picked ten kinds of brocades. They are pink and goose-yellow. They look good with a few green bamboos."
Shen Yuan and Fei Yue looked sideways at the same time, and both of them bent their eyes in unison. They saw a smooth, smooth, ice-cracked thin-neck bottle with a cluster of red flowers and willows inserted in it. The height was sparse and orderly, but if If you look closely, something is always wrong.
"Look at your memory, the girl told you at that time that the oranges turn bright red when ripe, which is why they are called this name." Feiyue only joked, lowered her head and pursed her lips, and continued to give her master Beat your legs.
Shen Yuan waved his hand and asked Feiyun to bring the vase over and place it firmly on the small table in front of him: "The flowers you chose all have beautiful leaves, but the ten brocade flowers are gorgeous in color and bloom like a lamp. Its own The leaves are soft and slender, so they are good for cooking.”
The jade-white catkin turned over his wrist, and the tender and exposed emerald green bamboo knots were singled out, slightly moistening the thick maroon satin on the table. Shen Yuan wiped his hands and said, "The bamboo branches are also slender, but Always carrying a strong and heroic spirit, you chose the new and young bamboo, which may seem suitable at first glance, but it will inevitably not stand up to further scrutiny."
Feiyun knelt on the footrest, listening attentively, nodding her head, quite embarrassed. Shen Yuan nodded his chin to the side, she looked over, understood immediately, got up and ran to pick up a hosta. Light green exquisite octagonal bottle.
A few green bamboo branches had found their home. Feiyue was smiling and asking where to put them, but Shen Yuan said he wouldn't keep them and sent them to Qiu Xiao's house.
"Her name is Qiu Xiao, and she is a thin bamboo. This bottle is just right for her."
Feiyun nodded and left. Shen Yuan lowered his eyes and retracted his hand under the snow-white blanket. It was a whole piece of white fox fur, which was soft and warm. The little white cat was also huddled inside, a small ball of snow. My son, next to Shen Yuan's hand, was extremely well-behaved.
The ground dragon was burning in the room, and the double-ear copper incense burner was still lit. A handful of sun-exposed and crushed tangerine peels were sprinkled, and the room was filled with fragrance, making anyone want to squint their eyes in comfort.
"Girl, don't sleep now. Have a cup of tea and wake up. It's almost lunch time. Let's have a meal first. The slave will serve you and have a good rest."
Seeing that Shen Yuan kept nodding and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were losing their luster, Feiyue stopped to pour a cup of rich hot tea and hugged a goose feather cushion so that her master could lean on it more comfortably. .
Shen Yuan was indeed tired: "It's warm here, and there's nothing to worry about, so it's natural to feel sleepy. I'll take out the stove later and burn the earth dragon, that's enough."
Lengxiang Pavilion is called Lengxiang. In fact, the room is full of warmth, but it is not as good as Zhoulai Villa, which is supposed to be high up in the cold. In previous winters, I lived in the back garden, which was no worse than Zhuangzi. Shen Yuan leaned on Soft cushion, I started to think about moving my house again.
Feiyue Ying claimed: "No wonder Madam also said that the young lady has to live here for a long time. The girl's disease is most afraid of cold. It is warm and clean here, but it is the best place to recuperate."
When the daughter of the Shen family in the northwest was homeless, she was rescued by Mo Changyuan. As an adoptive mother, Mrs. Mo Chang naturally knew the friendship between them best, and also knew that this place was the most suitable for Shen Yuan to recuperate, so she never stopped her. Instead, she often took the initiative to mention that if she wanted to, it would be okay to move in for a long time.
Shen Yuan always refused, saying that men and women were not at the same table when they were seven years old. They were neither relatives nor friends. How could she go to live in someone else's house for nothing? Not to mention, she was the oiran of Lengxiang Pavilion, Ayan. If someone with a heart hears it and makes up a random joke, God knows how it will be spread.