Chapter 192

Seeing that Hu que seemed unconvinced, song Xijiao explained with a smile: "those who can buy bamboo paper are either rich or idle people. Neither of them would mind walking a little longer to buy bamboo paper in a more open and beautiful place."

She drew a general sketch with her toes along the open land and pointed it out to Hu que: "this is a bamboo paper mill, and here is a storefront. Green bamboo is planted in the middle, which makes it interesting. Isn't it good?"

If Hu que had some understanding, he nodded: "it's very good, but it's not as good as your new Xifeng paper mill in Jinzhou City."

Hearing this, song Xijiao said with a smile and helplessness: "it was built with the help of master Ling. It's not too much to say that it's art. It's natural that it can't be compared with it. But I can't always bother him

"Yes, yes, let's not trouble him. OK, I'll go to see the governor of Huizhou and ask him to grant us the land to build a bamboo paper mill."

Therefore, Hu que sent her to the gate of the yard, and hurriedly took his little boy to the sheriff's office.

Song Xijiao walked into the courtyard. She wanted to go back to her room to have a rest. After thinking about it, she took a detour to the kitchen. I didn't sleep well and my meals were not good. When I came to live here, the food cooked by the cook was not to her taste.

It's better for her to cook in person, treat Zhong Chun and pad his stomach.

It was still early in the evening and she had plenty of time to do something troublesome. Seeing all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen, I lingered for a moment and decided to make a soup bag.

She washed a piece of pig skin and cut it into small pieces. Then she put vanilla, ginger and garlic in the pot and boiled it for half an hour. When the skin slowly boiled to jelly like shape, it could be taken out and put into the cellar to cool.

Another hour later, take it out and cut it into small pieces again. When making steamed buns, put in a few small dices. In this way, in the process of steamed buns, these small dices will also melt into collagen, full of pig skin gum oil, fragrant and smooth taste, and the moisture in the stuffing of steamed buns is integrated into one, which is extremely delicious.

After finishing the soup, she saw a basket of balsam pear in the corner, and then washed a few more. After boiling to remove the bitterness, she mixed sugar, vinegar, sesame oil and pepper, and went to dry the bitter gourd!

At first, she wanted to cook a few more dishes. Later, she saw the cook rubbing her hands and standing beside her, which was very embarrassing. She suddenly realized that, after all, this is the place where other people live. This cooking is also the cook's housekeeping skill. If she does too much, she seems to be deliberately running on her.

Thinking of this, song Xijiao quickly stopped and said to the cook with a smile, "I don't know much about it. It's just these two things. I'll make a fool of myself."

The cook looked at her craft and kept it in mind. Seeing her modesty, she quickly waved her hand and said, "where is clowning? Your craftsmanship is much better than me! I'm stunned by the way the steamed stuffed buns are made. I've never heard that steamed stuffed buns can still do this! "

"It's just a little bit of housekeeping. The rest of the dishes still need to work hard for you."

Song Xijiao stood by and watched her with her husband's son-in-law tiding up the ingredients and setting fire to cook vegetables. Then she turned back and walked out. As soon as she was about to leave, she suddenly thought that it would be better to mix wine and have a drink with three people in the evening.

Thinking of this, she immediately asked the servant for wine and fruit, and took it back to her room.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhong Chun practicing in the house. She looked at him with sweat and asked, "why don't you practice in the yard?"

Zhong Chun smiles, without explanation. Song Xijiao didn't understand his kung fu, but if the guards in the yard were not careful, they would doubt his identity.

He didn't want to go out and get into trouble.

Seeing song Xijiao sitting at the table fiddling with wine, she couldn't help laughing: "did you drink enough last time?"

"There is not enough to drink." Song Xijiao blushed when she thought of the embarrassing things she had done when she was drunk last time. She deliberately turned off the topic and said, "I just have nothing to do. I want to make you something nice to drink."

"What's good to drink?" If someone else said that Zhong Chun might not have taken it to heart, but in Song Xijiao, no matter what she ate or drank, as long as it was made by her, it would be very impressive.

Song Xijiao chopped up a bowl of diced apples, crushed the Hawthorn meat into mud, mixed it with diced apples, poured it into a pottery pot, and put some sugar in it. Finally, she slowly poured a pot of sake into it, covered it, and shook it vigorously in her hands.

After finishing, he found a cool and ventilated place to put it away, and said to Zhong Chun like, "just put it in the evening and drink it. But if you can wait until a month later, the apple meat is fermented and then you take it out to taste, the taste will be more mellow and beautiful!"

Although Zhong Chun is not good at wine, listening to song Xijiao's words so special, he can't help but secretly look forward to the taste of the wine.

It was not until dark that Hu que came back from the outside in a hurry. He was dusty and tired. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he could not even go back to his residence for a drink of tea. He went straight to find song Xijiao.

Through the arch, just want to open the mouth to call, see song Xijiao is holding a branch of crabapple, chasing after Zhongchun and slapping him. Zhong Chun is good at skill, but he walks quickly, occasionally dodges, and can shake song Xijiao several times. Although song Xijiao was angry, her eyes were full of laughter, and she was clearly happy.He stopped at once.

Zheng Zheng looked for a while, and finally showed a bitter smile, turned to leave here. When he returned to his residence, he was drenched with a face, bathed and dressed, and when he sat in front of the window to dry his hair, he could not help feeling aggrieved.

He wants to cooperate with song Xijiao. Eight points are for getting close to song Xijiao, and only two points are for business. But after working with her, he found that no matter what he did, he seemed to take it for granted. Clearly, these things, he is just for her song Xijiao and do, but now all lost the original meaning.

Song Xijiao will never like before, always read his good, thank him!

When it was time for dinner, the servant came to invite him and said, "Miss Song has arranged the banquet, so I'll wait for the young master to join us."

Hu que has just combed her hair. When she heard that song Xijiao had arranged a banquet in person, she didn't dare to delay, so she followed her servant. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a string of red lanterns hanging on the Begonia tree, and a wooden table was placed under the tree, on which all kinds of delicious food had already been placed.

Many of them were used to him, but he had never seen a bun and a plate of bitter gourd.

"Why are these buns so flat?" Hu que was hungry for a day. When he saw the delicious food, he forgot all the grievances in the evening.

Song Xijiao said triumphantly with a smile: "this, this is called guantangbao."

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