withered prosperity

Naturally, the kitchen of Chengwang Mansion is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and it is complete with all kinds of ingredients.

Rejecting the cook's help, Yan Hai rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands carefully again.

He kneaded the dough first, and finely chopped the minced meat while the dough was waking up.

Today's men all regard the kitchen as unclean, and they don't want to set foot in it, let alone cook. The maid who brought him here was surprised that he was so proficient.

"I also know how to make some simple meals." Yan Hai said to her, but without stopping, he wrapped the seasoned meat stuffing into the rolled bun skin.

Not long after, the small buns were neatly placed in the cage, and there was some dough left in the end. Yan Hai thought about it and made a cat shape.

The cat was squeezed alive, squatting there with its head up, looking arrogant.

"Master's hands are so dexterous, this cat really looks like it." Seeing that he was kind, the maid came closer to look at him.

"It's getting late today, otherwise it should be more lively if you paint with colored pencils."

"Isn't that flower cake?" Every year in Chongyang, the cooks in the mansion will also make all kinds of chestnut cake flower cakes, and they will make some decorations on them, but most of them are made into lambs, but I have never seen them. In the shape of a cat.

Yan Hai nodded and said it was about the same.

The cook came over and put the drawer on the steamer, Yan Hai looked around, saw some fresh loquats, took some, saw honey, boiled it with sugar and poured it on the crispy cheese.

The buns were not big, and they were steamed in a short while, so he put them into the food box and carried them back to the small building.

He walked to Xiao Xiao's door and patted on the door lightly.

"Mr. Xiao, are you asleep?"

There was no movement in the house.

"I heard that you are not feeling well, are you okay now?" He knocked on the door again: "Do you want me to find a doctor for you to come and take a look?"

No one responded, he smiled and turned to leave.

The next moment, the door opened.

"Why are you so noisy?" Xiao Xiao was dressed neatly, and the mask was still on his face.

"I heard that you are not feeling well, and you haven't eaten dinner, so I feel a little anxious."

"I am fine."

"If you're fine, you'll definitely feel hungry. I made some snacks, why don't you rest after eating some!" Yan Hai lifted the food box for him to see.

"You made it?" He stared at the food box in Yan Hai's hand.

"I didn't know how to do it in my early years." Yan Hai handed the food box in front of him. "It's because I have nothing to do in the past few years. I cook some food by myself. The craftsmanship is very crude. Please don't mind, sir."

Xiao looked back and forth between him and the food box a few times, and finally reached out to take it.

"Is there anything else?" He asked a little bluntly.

Yan Hai suddenly laughed.

Owl frowned.

"I just remembered what Princess Murong said..." Yan Hai pressed his fist to his lips, stopping his smile. "I'll take my leave first, Mr. Xiao take it easy."

Owl slammed the door shut.

Yan Hai stood outside the door for a while before returning to his room.

He entered the room without lighting the lamp, but walked to the window, and saw the light from the next window.

At this time, Xiao was standing in front of the table, on which was an open food box.

Tingting's hot air radiated out, round and lovely buns were placed in a circle on the plate, and there was one in the middle... He reached out and picked up the cat made of dough.

Did he see it?Will you also think that my hands are quite dexterous?

Yan Hai thought.

Just now I felt that just putting buns on a plate didn’t look good, so I had to decorate them, but for some reason, when I thought of him, I turned into a cat.

I don't know if steamed buns suit his taste, but he likes to eat sweet ones, so he should like that bowl of crispy cheese!

Xiao took off the mask, put the cat in his mouth, and bit off the head.

No taste, no taste, really poor workmanship.

While evaluating in his heart, he ate the cat for decoration.

Yan Hai moved a chair and placed it in front of the window. After sitting down, he put one arm on the window frame and rested his head on it.

In the lighted window in front of him, there is his favorite person inside...

He thought, raised his other hand, and lightly touched his right cheek.

It's a pity to meet you again, it's not the same as before...

Xiao ate very quickly, he didn't touch the bowl of crispy cheese and loquat, but he ate all the buns.

After eating, he stared at the empty plate in a daze.

Not counting the strange cat, the steamed stuffed bun tastes good...

After all these years in the lower courtyard, does he still know how to cook?

He doesn't even know how to make a stove fire, and he coughs when he is smoked by fireworks. Why did he learn to cook?

Did Zhang Chongshan treat him badly?No, Zhang Chongshan passed away a few years ago, and then Wang Taotao, so Wang Taotao treated him badly?

At the beginning, Wang Taotao was selected among the few people because he didn't have much to do with those old fellows in the Shangge, and his heart was considered broad-minded, so it shouldn't be... So, the food in the Lower Court is too bad?

That's right, he has a very tricky mouth. It must be because the food is unpalatable, so he made it himself.

This person is really...

He got up and went to the window and stood there for a while.

For a while, there was still no sound of closing the window.

He told himself in his heart, this person can't be sick, if he is sick, wouldn't it cause a lot of trouble?

Then he opened his window.

The next door window was open.

The man was lying on the window, looking like he was asleep.

He was a little annoyed, and patted it with his palm.

The palm wind pushed the window, and the window lattice hit Yan Hai's head, but it bounced away with a light touch.

However, Yan Hai did not wake up.

too light...

He could only suppress his anger, and slapped the window again.

This time, he used a little more force, and Yan Hai, who felt it, raised his head in a daze.

Xiao suddenly remembered that he was not wearing a mask, so he turned his back and said coldly, "Close the window and go to sleep."

"Okay." Yan Hai seemed half awake, his voice soft.

Then there was the sound of closing the window.

With the owl's hearing ability, in this silent night, he could hear even the slightest sound nearby.

He clearly heard Yan Hai take the thermos from the alcove, then poured water to wipe his face and hands, then walked to the bedside, yawned softly, began to take off his outer shirt, and finally crawled into the bed. After a while, the sound of breathing became even, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep.

He listened to Yan Hai's breathing and stood there for a while.

His eyes are on the table.

There are swords, masks, food boxes on the table...

In fact, after reaching the sixth level, he no longer has any requirements for food, even if he does not eat a grain of rice for more than ten days, it doesn't matter.

He just opened the food box and suddenly felt hungry, so he ate the contents without knowing it.

It's okay to eat, but I don't feel full, and my chest and abdomen are still hungry.

He went back to the table and sat down, took the bowl of crispy cheese, took a bite, but couldn't swallow it.

The entrance is obviously sweet, but the root of the tongue is bitter.

He pushed the bowl away, and stared blankly at the mask on the table again.

Therefore, before entering Chaomu Pavilion, Yan Hai met Yin Yutang and Wei Heng, not only knew how to ride a horse, but also seemed to have many skills that "Yan Hai" should not know.

But the Yan Hai he knew was a Yan Hai who knew almost nothing, could not ride a horse, had no relatives or old friends, and had only Yun Ji in his eyes and mind.

why?

During the years Yan Hai was in Zhaomingyuan, he did not act abnormally. If he had a conspiracy, what was it?

If you ask directly, you will probably answer something stupid like "the picture is of you".

He pouted, not wanting to ask at all.

In any case, Yan Hai's identity and origin are not simple.

That's what they called him...

"Cui... Wei?"