Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

After all, Lin Zhixian came from a wealthy family. When she saw too many aunts in the mansion making troubles, the Bei'an Dynasty was more masculine. Even in the backyard of Lin's mansion, there lived several men who were softer than women, and some of them were pretentious. Compared with the person in front of him, he was even worse than the person in front of him. How could this mere trick escape her eyes.

Lin Zhixian sneered in her heart, thinking that this guy didn't look at how her ordinary face could make such a soft and beautiful woman behave like a ridiculous imitation.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across her face, only Pingting walked over, and said with concern:

"Mr. Lin, what's wrong?"

"Probably twisted."

Although he said so, Song Yanming already had a conclusion in his heart, he took off his shoes and socks, and took a closer look at his ankles, as expected, he found nothing abnormal.

But the person in his arms gasped as if in extreme pain: "It hurts me to death... I don't know if the injury from last time was not healed..."

Song Yanming looked at him coldly, but Rong Yu bit her lower lip pitifully.

On the contrary, Lin Zhixian was a little surprised, her eyes stayed on Rong Yu's dazzlingly white snow-white jade feet, her eyes were slightly complicated, and she couldn't help but look at Rong Yu a few more times.

For a moment, I breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, but fortunately, it was this face that matched me.

Immediately, he said softly to Song Yanming: "My servant, go ask Songzhu to come over and help."

Song Yanming nodded and let her go.

When Lin Zhixian got off the arch bridge, Song Yanming's voice was somewhat serious:

"What are you messing around with?"

Rong Yu grabbed his sleeve tightly, "Song Yanming, I have something very important to tell you, really."

Song Yanming pursed his lips slightly and just looked at him in silence.

Rong Yu even tugged at his sleeve, emphasizing again: "It's really important."

After a few footsteps behind him, the sound of Songzhu arrived immediately,

"Master Hou, let me take Master Biao to the medical center."

"No need."

Song Yanming glanced at the carriage not far away, then at Rong Yu who was clutching his sleeve tightly, sighed in his heart, and said to Lin Zhixian: "It's getting late, Miss Lin must be tired from walking, this Marquis asked Songzhu to take you back , good."

The corner of Rong Yu's mouth immediately revealed a triumphant smile that just happened to be seen by Lin Zhixian.

Lin Zhixian originally planned to let Songzhu send her back, but she didn't want things to develop like this, and she was angry and annoyed, but after all, she came from a wealthy family, and she had the consciousness of a bright future, so she quickly recovered, good luck Fushenzi replied very gently and considerately,

"Everything is up to Lord Hou to decide."

When Song Yanming turned to the corner of the street with Rong Yu in his arms, Rong Yu was still thinking about the anger that couldn't be concealed on Lin Zhixian's magnanimous face just now, and she was really happy in her heart.

He doesn't hate malice, but he hates the maliciousness of duplicity. The life in the orphanage made him instinctively fight back against such two faces.

For a while, I felt happy, and felt a little bit of sympathy. Look, women in this era are really miserable. Even if they are as noble as Lin Zhixian, they still have to endure their true nature and play the role of a magnanimous wife-to-be, so as to win her future. Husband's favor.

This is true for an orthodox woman from a wealthy family, let alone a group of twins who often work as concubines.

He suddenly felt a little bit of unknowing so-called sympathy, but he heard Song Yanming's deep voice above his head,

"How did she mess with you?"

It turns out that this person is transparent about everything, and he is only there to watch a good show.

Rong Yu froze, immediately struggled, and descended from Song Yanming's arms to the ground,

"Now that you know, you can condescend to cooperate with me in acting."

Song Yanming looked at him with a prickly look, with a bit of helplessness, "Are you willing to do this now? You have a stubborn personality, if you don't follow you, I don't know what will happen."

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment, and there was some unreasonable current in his heart. He looked up at Song Yanming, and also found the helplessness in his eyes.

At that moment, for some reason, he suddenly felt extremely regretful——for Song Yanming to marry Lin Zhixian.

But is Lin Zhixian not good?After all, her attitude is in line with her identity. A quasi-headed mistress will naturally abandon things that damage the reputation of her husband's family like a shoe, and any woman would do the same.

What is my position to be angry with others?

Now that's all right, in the future when Lin Zhixian marries into the mansion, her hard life will officially begin.

Thinking about the time when he returned home every day, he would have to fight wits and courage with Song Yanming's wife. No matter how much Song Yanming tolerated him, he couldn't bear the wind blowing on his pillow every day.

——Blow it up, blow it up, maybe one day it will completely blow away Song Yanming's tolerance for him.

For some reason, Rong Yu suddenly lost all interest, he was a little tired, and said to Song Yanming:

"Sorry to interrupt your date."

Song Yanming watched his mood turn a few times, and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Rong Yu just twitched the corners of her mouth: "I'm just worried that the prospective mistress of the Hou Mansion will treat me badly in the future, so I'll give her some majesty first, so that she won't dare to deal with me lightly."

Song Yanming froze, his Adam's apple twitched, "Benhou and her..."

Unspeakably stuffy in his heart, he paused, and then swallowed the rest of the words, with a bit of displeasure in his words,

"Don't talk about things that are inconclusive."

Rong Yu heard a hint of hidden meaning: "Didn't His Majesty imply the marriage?"

Song Yanming didn't want to continue this topic, so he said in a low voice,

"Let's go back."

Rong Yu's stomach immediately grunted, he felt a little embarrassed, scratched his ears,

"I didn't eat much for dinner, and I couldn't fill up with the tea just now."

Song Yanming sighed, "You."

He looked at the crowded crowd in the distance, lowered his eyes and said to Rong Yu: "Let's go, go to your small restaurant."

Rong Yu was surprised, "You sent me there, so touching?"

Song Yanming stared at him coldly.

Seeing Rong Yu giggling again, "Then I'll treat you to dinner, it's free of charge."

Soon the two came to Rong Yu's small restaurant.

There were two night watchmen inside, one of them was older when he saw Rongyu come back, his face was a little excited,

"Shopkeeper, why are you here now? It's a coincidence! The flower cow you've been thinking about has arrived, and it was just delivered from Qianzhou."

"Really? Great!"

Rong Yu couldn't help jumping for joy, he immediately turned his head and said to Song Yanming: "Look at your luck, today is a coincidence!"

Song Yanming smiled politely and walked around the restaurant on his own.

The two guys saw a lot of distinguished guests in the small restaurant, and naturally they could see that Song Yanming was either rich or expensive, so they stopped talking and were busy preparing dinner for the two of them under Rong Yu's instructions.

Song Yanming has heard about this famous private restaurant from countless colleagues. In fact, this restaurant is not as luxuriously renovated as other famous restaurants, but the ingenuity in it has to be applauded.

When the man greeted him to the attic, Song Yanming raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Most of the entire attic is actually transparent. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that large pieces of transparent glass were polished into thin sheets, and then spliced ​​into walls and roofs. Overhead is the starry night sky, and the moonlight pours down. Jumping in the crystal attic, it makes people feel like they are in the moon palace.

Rong Yu quickly came up with the end plate, he put the end plate on the table, took the torch and lit the lamp sockets all around in the glazed attic, Song Yanming saw the details of the arrangement inside, He couldn't help but look at Rong Yu twice more, and Rong Yu said proudly:

"Everything in this attic is arranged by myself. How about it? It's not bad."

Song Yanming smiled and said nothing, and sat directly on the clean and jade-like stone table in the middle of the attic.

The table is already full of many things.

A copper hot pot was gurgling and steaming, and the charcoal fire underneath was booming, beeping, beeping, beeping.

There are five or six plates of thinly sliced ​​beef next to the hot pot, as well as some seasonal vegetable sauces and other things.

Rong Yu also pulled a futon and sat down, said with a smile, "If you hadn't come, it would be lonely eating hot pot alone."

He made a bowl of sauce for Song Yanming, then put the thinly sliced ​​beef into boiling water and scalded it for a while, picked it up, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in Song Yanming's bowl.

"Try it, is it different from other places?"

Song Yanming was not polite to him, and directly put the piece of beef wrapped in thin sauce into his mouth, his eyes lit up, and found that this meat was completely different from the beef he had eaten before.

Of course, he has also eaten a lot of beef pots, but compared with those stew-like pots, the one in front of him is much simpler. The soup in the pot is clear and clear, with only a few slices of white radish, green onion, ginger and other things added, it looks rudimentary very.

"Don't underestimate this soup, but it takes a lot of work to cook it with beef skulls. Good meat needs to be eaten in its original flavor. This kind of bone soup that doesn't overwhelm the guests is perfect."

The quality of the meat that can make Rong Yu applaud is not bad. This Huaniu is a high-quality beef breed that he spent countless efforts to find. The taste is close to Japanese Wagyu. It is rich in oil and tender in quality.

"Besides me, you are the first one to taste this meat in the whole capital."

Rong Yu wanted to ask for credit.

The corner of Song Yanming's mouth curled up: "It's thanks to you."

"That's not true either," Rong Yu's dark eyes rolled flexibly, "You, Song Yanming, are also credited. If you hadn't helped me get the documents, how could I have found this treasure in Qianzhou."

He graciously served Song Yanming half a plate of beef: "Song Yanming, for the sake of such delicious food, you must help me with the paperwork renewal."

Song Yanming glared at him angrily: "If this marquis refuses to agree, will you boy not be eaten?"

"Where will it be!" Rong Yu immediately put on an innocent look, "I'll just make you spit out everything you ate, hehe."

Song Yanming shook his head and smiled.

When he smiled, his slightly alienated handsome features suddenly seemed to be pierced by quiet spring water, and a bit of human breath came out instantly.

In the middle of eating, Rong Yu felt a layer of sweat on his body, and his face was sticky, so he tore off the skin, wiped his hands and face with a towel.

He seemed to think of something, "Such a beautiful moonlight, such good beef, how can we not have some wine!"

Before Song Yanming had time to respond, he had already gone down to the attic excitedly. After a while, he came up with a bottle of wine and filled their empty glasses with wine.

"This is 'Tamayaki', I brewed it myself, would you like to try it?"

Song Yanming picked up the cup, shook it lightly, put it on his nose and smelled it, the wine was mellow and dry, the color of the wine was clear and clean, it was a good wine.

Take a sip, the mouth is mellow, with a unique flavor, and there is a continuous sweet and refreshing breath.

Rong Yu smiled and asked, "Is it good?"

"good."

"Then do you know why he is called 'Yu Bing Shao'?"

Song Yanming put down his wine glass, and he knew it clearly: "If you say that, I will never guess it. Tell me."

Rong Yu showed two rows of fine white teeth, "Because the last process of this 'Yu Bing Shao' is to soak the raw fat pork in the wine vat to mellow the wine. It is as cold as jade, so it is called 'Yu Bing Shao'."

Before finishing speaking, Song Yanming put down his wine glass, rubbed his brows, and smiled helplessly.

"You deliberately."

Rong Yu said: "But this is the truth. The unique flavor of 'Yu Bing Shao' is caused by this process. I only told you. Do you know that people asked me why this wine is called 'Yu Bing Shao'? Ice burn', guess what I answered?"

Rong Yu seemed to think of something funny, first she lowered her head and smiled, "I told people that this 'Yubing Shao' is carved from snow-capped jade into urns, and placed in a thousand-year-old cold lake to brew in the next spring and autumn, obediently." , I can’t believe it one by one, they’re all myths haha.”

"You are very honest with me."

"Who told me, a villain, to only tell the truth to you, Song Yanming?"

Rong Yu poured Song Yanming another glass of "Yu Bing Shao", "Would Hou Ye prefer to drink wine made from lard fat for fifty renminbi a pot, or would you like to drink snow mountain jade urn wine for ten taels of silver? "

Song Yanming smiled, picked up the wine cup, and drank the fine wine in one gulp, feeling so relaxed and comfortable in his heart.

It seems that all the homeland and the world are far away from me.

At night, the sky was as cool as water and the moon was shining brightly. Rong Yu pushed open a glazed window, and an endless breeze came in slowly, blowing away the heat in the attic, and someone's noise came from afar, which could not be heard clearly.

Instantly a firework lifted into the sky, Rong Yu raised his head, his black hair was blown fluttering by the night wind, half of his face was bright and dark in the dim light of the firework.

Rong Yu turned her head to look at Song Yanming, supported her face with one hand, and held a wine glass in the other, leaning lazily on the window sill,

"Song Yanming, come here."