Chapter 1318: Willing to be an ugly girl 45
After eating a mouthful of porridge, Mr. Fujiwara couldn't help but be surprised: "Why is it so delicious?"
Xining held the porridge and scooped another spoonful for Michio Fujiwara: "I knew that my father had a bad appetite, so he used fish soup to cook the porridge and added fish meat with the bones removed."
I have long-term chronic lead poisoning, and it’s strange that I have a good appetite. I used mung beans, dried shrimps, tofu, etc. to detoxify me several days before the last Chinese New Year. But these treatments only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. During the Chinese New Year, including last night, I used lead powder to paint my entire face white.
Mr. Fujiwara opened his mouth hurriedly and took the porridge.
After a bowl of porridge, Mr. Fujiwara ate two pieces of mung bean cake, and then he said he was done.
Xining put down his chopsticks, picked up another bowl of porridge, and started eating by himself.
Michio Fujiwara looked at her for a long time and asked leisurely: "You really don't want to enter the palace?"
"This will make Mrs. Renzi and her sisters unhappy." A devil is willing to enter the palace and fight to the death every day.
Mr. Fujiwara sneered: "It is not their turn to be happy or unhappy. It is the duty of every Fujiwara daughter to serve the King."
It is also a duty to give birth to an heir, but the problem is that because the blood relationship is too close, the children born are not as good as the other. Even if the relative is powerful, but the woman sent by the relative cannot give birth to an heir, then sooner or later the power will fall into the hands of the relative who becomes the heir.
Xining smiled: "They are already in the palace, they are troublesome enough. I don't need to go in and cause trouble, it is enough with them here."
In order to compete for favor, they must fight. There is only one king and prince in the palace, but there are too many women. Fujiwara, Yuan and other women with royal blood were constantly sent to the palace. If the body lord enters the palace, as the direct daughter of Fujiwara Daichi, she will be their biggest competitor.
Of course, Mr. Fujiwara knew the truth and couldn't help but sigh with regret. He looked up and down: "Even if you don't want to enter the palace, you don't have to do this. You'll get fat from eating meat!"
Xining smiled: "I can't hide anything from my father. But the meat is really delicious. My father's stomach is not suitable for greasy food right now. Do you want to try it in two days?"
"No need." Mr. Fujiwara shook his head: "The fish is quite delicious."
It means I don’t want to eat meat. After all, it's difficult to change your mind for such a long time.
"Okay!" Xining stood up: "Then my daughter will go to sleep for a while and prepare delicious food for her father later."
"Well, let's go." It's really time to rest. I haven't slept all night.
After sleeping for an hour, it was noon. Although he could miss this meal, Xining still got up.
Instead of cooking porridge, I removed the bones from the fish delivered yesterday, added flour and egg white, and made a fish paste. Ladle into the hot water and boil a pot of fish ball soup. Cut the garlic leaves into small pieces and sprinkle them on top. The green leaves will make you appetite.
Xining didn't want to be a dutiful daughter and her body collapsed. After she passed, she asked someone to wait on Fujiwara Michio while she ate next to him. After Mr. Fujiwara finished eating, he went back to the house and continued to sleep in his cage.
In this way, she was responsible for three meals a day for Michio Fujiwara. During this period, although Mrs. Renzi and Mrs. Akiko came to send messages and said they wanted to come, they were rejected by Michio Fujiwara. The reason is, stay still, Prince Dunkang's people may want to arrest someone in exchange for hostages, so don't cause trouble.
Michichi Fujiwara recovered quickly, and Xining had all the makeup on his face washed away. Even though his head without eyebrows looked a bit funny, it still looked better than a white face.
He also said that he would send someone to wipe his body every day to prevent the wound from getting infected. It is said that when you wipe your body for the first time, there will be streaks of dirt on your body.
Mr. Fujiwara also felt comfortable. The brazier in the room was warm and the food was good. Afraid that he would be bored, he even asked an artist to play and sing.
Xining delivered another meal, and Mr. Fujiwara was able to sit up on his own. Holding the rice bowl and wearing a piece of clothing, he ate by himself. He asked strangely: "Why have you been eating river fish these past few days and never seen any sea fish?"
The weather is cold, which is a good time to eat sea fish. Marine fish are frozen hard when delivered. If it's not winter, they can only be dried or salted, which won't taste as good as frozen.
Xining picked up a piece of fried fish wrapped in a crispy coating: "Sea fish is not conducive to wound healing. It will take a few days before you can eat it after the stitches are removed."
"I'm interested. It doesn't matter if I don't have sea fish. River fish meat is also quite delicious. I didn't expect that there are so many ways to cook it." Michichiro Fujiwara picked up some fried meat with winter bamboo shoots and put it in his mouth.
Since I don’t eat pork, I substitute fish. The fish is tender and tender. In order to make the fish firmer, I fry it in oil.
Michichi Fujiwara closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, exhaling a long breath, "It's so delicious!"
"As long as dad likes to eat." Xining smiled and continued to eat his own.
It's a pity when I think about it. The daughter of the Fujiwara family doesn't need cooking skills. With the intelligence of the fifth daughter, it would be great if she could be sent to the palace. But you are right, the four daughters in the palace are all Mrs. Lunzi's. If your son enters the palace, life may not be easy. The four jealous people will probably treat your son more harshly and guardedly than they treat other noble ladies.
Seven days later, Xining checked the wound and found that it had healed well, so he removed the stitches.
After the stitches were removed from the wound, he was about to go back, but Mr. Fujiwara didn't say he was leaving. As a result, two days later, the eldest brother and the second brother couldn't wait any longer, so they directly hitched an ox cart over and asked Mr. Fujiwara to go back.
Michichi Fujiwara was in the bullock cart, looking at the five women outside the window, and wanted to say that actually he didn't want to leave.
Akui asked someone to hand over a dozen food boxes to the entourage: "These are the snacks prepared by the lady for the adults on the road. There are also a few boxes for Mrs. Renzi, Mrs. Akiko and all the adults."
"Father, take care of yourself and say hello to mother for me!" Xining bowed and said goodbye in a decent manner.
"You should also take good care of yourself and go home more often when you have time." Nozomi Fujiwara sighed again and put down the thick curtain.
After the car left, Xining walked in the door and walked into the room in small steps.
When I got to the room, I started to take off my heavy clothes: "Oh, I'm so heavy. Bring me a cotton-padded jacket quickly. I'm going to go to the hot springs and ask the kitchen to cook meat quickly. I want to eat meat after taking a bath. Cook meat, Barbecue, stir-fried meat, whatever you want!”
Michichi Fujiwara arrived at his home and walked in. The female family members of the family had already arranged themselves according to their status and saluted him.
After Master Fujiwara sat down, he asked the other concubines to leave.
Mrs. Lunzi came forward and knelt down beside her: "Hurry up and bring the prepared meals."
Two people carried the low table and placed it in front of them. They are all small, small, and there are seven or eight of them.
Mr. Fujiwara picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, then frowned. Why are the pickles in the house so unpalatable? I picked up the soup and took a sip. It was seaweed soup, not tasty at all. The fish soup at Zunzi's place is still delicious.
Throwing down the chopsticks: "I'm not hungry yet, so I ate something on the way. It's the snacks made by Zunzi. By the way, she also prepared a box for you."
Asking someone to bring the box up, Michio Fujiwara asked Mrs. Akiko to come up and get it.
(End of chapter)