Chapter 247 Son-in-law
Princess Qingli’s Mansion, in the kitchen.
It's early summer, and whenever it's meal time, especially at noon, the lively atmosphere here is comparable to that of a blacksmith shop.
But it’s okay, it’s just the atmosphere.
Thanks to the good ventilation of the bright kitchen and the large open space, the kitchen of the princess's house is actually much cooler than the small earthen stove of ordinary people's homes. It can really be busy to the point of sweating. In fact, That’s just the chef.
There are three chefs in the princess's family, which is relatively rare among the princes and nobles. One is good at making hot dishes, one is good at making cold dishes, and the other is a specialized pastry chef, and they are also relatively rare female chefs.
There were dozens of people inside and outside the princess's mansion. Originally, when it was time for dinner, the three masters would all be busy together.
But these days are different.
Because there was a man who, on the order of the princess, took over the cooking duties of the three cooks.
This person is the new male servant named Qin Lang in the mansion.
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"Swallow, have you cut the sour radish?"
"Okay, okay~Brother Xiao Qin, here you go~"
"Don't give it to me , give it to Aunt Zhang, check if there is any old skin or thick tendons, pick it out and put it in the basin.”
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Today is Qin Lang's fifth day in charge of the kitchen plan. In the kitchen, besides Qin Lang, there are several little girls and aunts around who are helpers in the kitchen.
It looks like there are many helpers, but in fact the places they can help are relatively limited.
Except for cutting and matching, Qin Lang is responsible for everything else, so in order to make it as easy as possible, Qin Lang chooses to cook some stewed or braised dishes for lunch recently, so that the big pot can cook enough at one time There are dozens of people, and there is no need to use a large spoon. The main thing is to pay attention to the firewood.
For example, today’s lunch is stewed duck with sour radish.
The capital is the capital, a big place with no shortage of chickens, ducks and fish. The princes and ministers consume hundreds of chickens and ducks every day.
Today, the princess's mansion prepared twenty. Qin Lang stewed a large pot of pickled radish in the mansion. After stewing, he moved a small wooden stool and sat in front of the stove. While watching the fire crackling, he peeled off the The servant's hat on his head fanned the sweat on his face.
"Brother Xiao Qin, drink water."
"Okay, thank you Xiaocui."
A cute little maid with a round face gave Qin Lang the water skillfully After bringing the water, Qin Lang took it and smiled politely:
"Xiao Cui is really good at caring for others. When he grows up, he will be married by someone and he will be blessed."
"Brother Xiao Qin, what are you talking about...I'm still young..."
"Hey, where is it."
Qin Lang drank water from the chipped porcelain bowl and looked at it happily. A growing girl:
“Not too young, not too young.”
Although Qin Lang’s eyes were innocent and kind, it still made the little maid’s face turn red with embarrassment. circulation.
There is no way, the cardamom girl at this age always likes to think wildly.
And Xiao Cui is not the only one who has random thoughts. After all, most of the little girls in the princess's house are in the period of puberty. It is human nature. Many literate maids even secretly spread rumors from There is a monthly brochure from Ningxiang Pavilion called "Zhu Yan". Although it has been published for two or three issues, even though the first issue has been torn, the stories in it are still not read by girls. greasy.
These girls, after looking at [Chang Legong]'s wonderful writings during the day, they can't sleep at night. They often "woke up with lovesickness, but were full of love and joy" and had nothing to do the next day. Reminiscing about the entanglement with a certain "Dream Man" last night.
And in such an environment, who would have thought that a male servant would come to the house!
There is a saying that women at thirty are like wolves, at forty they are like tigers, and at sixteen they are like wolves and tigers.
The arrival of the servant Qin Lang was somewhat like a sheep in a wolf's den among the servants in the mansion.
No, it was only five days. Qin Lang had been working in the kitchen on the order of the princess. Every one of the few girls he met, almost all of them were attracted to this handsome "little girl". "Brother Qin" has some meaning in that regard.
Unfortunately, I am interested, but Lang is ruthless.
There are indeed lovely people with good looks among the little maids in the mansion. For example, Su Yinping's personal maid Tao'er is the representative. However, Qin Lang's status as a servant is temporary after all, and his essence is always [Young Hero Qin Lang] is not a character who shows mercy at all times.
Even sitting in front of the stove, chatting with the little girls and aunties around him, it was just pure nonsense. Qin Lang had no intention of teasing anyone.
It is not Qin Lang's character to fall in love with someone he meets.
The only few women around him now are just the right people he met at the right time.
......
"Xiao Qin, what was that story you told last time, what was it called..." "Sister-in-law."
"Oh, yes, let me continue telling you about the story about my son-in-law. Auntie really likes to hear it."
"Okay, if Auntie Wang likes to hear it, I will tell you more."
...
With duck stewed in the pot, Qin Lang was idle, so he gave full play to his story-telling skills as [Chang Le Gong] and told stories from the depths of his memory in his spare time. A little story unearthed.
A group of people gathered around Qin Lang, listening with great interest. It was obvious that Qin Lang already had the ability to talk things over in the kitchen.
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"...So, Miss Su discovered that her door-to-door husband seemed to be unusual, and a major event that happened next in the Su family confirmed this... Prediction Let’s wait for the funeral.”
After talking like this for a while, Qin Lang broke off at a crucial point, which immediately caused a lot of laughter and complaints.
But it’s still important to get down to business. In several large pots, the soup is sour and appetizing, the duck meat is rich and fragrant, and the radish is soft and delicious. The old duck with sour radish for dozens of people has been slowly stewed over firewood, and it’s ready. When the fire was ready, Qin Lang called for people to take the food to the dining hall for distribution, while leaving the two aunts behind, he started to pick up a small iron pot and began to prepare a more exquisite meal for one person, that is, for the princess. Su Yinping opened a small stove.
“Aunt Wang, has Taoer ordered anything to eat today?”
"No."
"No..."
Qin Lang frowned. If Tao'er didn't come to pass the message, then Su Yinping meant "whatever".
As we all know, [casual] is the most difficult dish in the world.
Qin Lang has made five [casual] portions for the princess to eat for five consecutive days. For the time being, he found out from Tao'er that the princess was satisfied with the meal, but as day after day, he kept doing this. "Whatever", Qin Lang became more and more confused about what to do.
How about...
Let’s continue with that?
Hmm...
Okay, let's do that...
"Aunt Wang, cut the pickled vegetables and meat, and I'll fry the meat slices."
"Oh, okay, how big should I cut it?"
"It's palatable, suitable for the Princess's mouth."
"Ah this..."
In fact, Aunt Wang is originally a dry cut. Yes, there was no need to ask these two questions, but Qin Lang was stunned:
“I don’t know how big the princess’s mouth is.”
"Just... let me think about it..."
No one in the world knows better than Qin Lang about how big the princess's mouth is.
So Qin Lang closed his eyes and reminisced... Bah... After recalling it, he said:
"It's just a small one, about the size of a copper coin."
"Okay."
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After all, the princess’s lunch decided on fried pork slices with pickled vegetables, but far away in the palace at the other end, a certain empress didn’t have to bother with her meal.
But the problem is that the empress does not mind the trouble, but her personal palace maid Xing'er can't help but worry:
"Your Majesty, it's been several days, are you eating this again for lunch?"< br>
“I...I like this one lately, I can’t eat anything else.”
"This..."
"What? It's not for you to eat, just order it to go down. There are not many emperors in history like me who are not afraid of poisoning, so I am not allowed to enjoy the meal..."
"Yes."
There was no way, Xing'er didn't know what was going on with the Lord these days, she was always worried, so she had no choice but to follow her wishes and go to the imperial dining room to give the order:
"Your Majesty said that today we will still roll the tofu with pickles, and when it is done, we will even send it over with the small golden pot."
(End of this chapter)