Jiang Xuening was drowsy when she returned to the house, washed her face reluctantly, and took advantage of the cold weather to nestle on the bed and go to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the sky was already bright.
The entire general's mansion was quiet, and the sound of the clinking of cups and cups last night was no longer heard. She expected that the feast of cleaning up the wind and dust was over, she got up yawning, and she missed the time for breakfast anyway, so she asked someone to call for her. After taking a bath in the water, I only slowly cleaned up, preparing to eat at noon.
It's just that she didn't expect that, just as she dried her hair, Jianshu came outside.
For some reason, Jiang Xuening was shocked.
Before Jianshu could speak, her eyes lit up a little: "Sir, are you looking for me?"
On the contrary, Jianshu was taken aback by her, paused for a moment, and then replied: "Yes."
Jiang Xuening lowered her voice again and continued to ask: "Has your husband cooked food yet?"
Jianshu glanced at her faintly, and didn't know whether he should tell her the truth, but when he recalled the way his husband stared at the table dishes just now, his spine was shivering, and he didn't dare to say more, just nodded and said :"Done."
Jiang Xuening jumped up immediately when she heard the words, clapped her hands and said, "I knew that Mr. is a **** descended from the world, a saint descended into the world, and Guanshiyin Bodhisattva does not have such a kind heart. There is nothing delicious on the way, and I am asked to eat peach cakes I'm tired of it. At the banquet last night, I thought, the cook in Yanlin's mansion is not very good. I didn't expect Mr. to cook food today, just wait for me, I'll come right away."
Sword Book: "..."
Your heart is really not small at all.
Jian Shu replied "Yes", and stood outside, waiting for her to tidy up before leading the people through the middle hall of the courtyard, to the front of Xie Wei's house.
A few pieces of gray and black bricks are built under the eaves, and there are evergreens planted inside.
The houses are also unremarkable.
It's just that there are few people here, and it's very quiet, probably the house that Yan Lin specially chose for Xie Wei.
At the moment, there are several dishes on the kang table by the window.
Xie Wei sat on the left side with a glass of wine in hand.
Only then did I hear footsteps outside, and before anyone came in, Jiang Xuening's voice of greeting came in: "Sir, the students are here to greet you!"
Jiang Xuening stood at the door and glanced inside first.
As expected, Xie Wei was sitting there.
It was the same as when they quietly met in the kitchen of Jinan Mansion, not to mention that the good dishes were already on the table, and there was no need for her to make a fire, Jiang Xuening's eyes lit up with joy.
Xie Wei's eyes were calm and misty, he raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile, "Come in."
Jiang Xuening came in like a follower of kindness.
Not only did she come in, she also consciously sat opposite Xie Wei, picked up the pair of ivory chopsticks on the right side of the table, looked down at the table of dishes, and beamed with joy.
There are five or six kinds.
The color of the smoked pigeon is deep red, the white jade tofu is tender and juicy, the soup with shredded chicken and white fungus is bright, the slices of duck tongue with white flowers are exquisite, what's more, there is a plate of lamb in the middle, and I don't know how to use the sauce , the surface of each piece is soaked with oily luster, and there are some shallots on the side.
Only a few smells wafted out, and people couldn't help drooling.
Jiang Xuening was about to stretch out her chopsticks, but when she looked up, she saw Xie Wei sitting opposite her drinking, she couldn't help being startled, looked in front of him carefully, then looked at her own chopsticks, wondering: "What's wrong with Mr. No chopsticks?"
Xie Wei looked at her and said, "I was full yesterday."
Jiang Xuening thought it meant "not hungry", held up the chopsticks and turned around, and asked tentatively, "Is that all made for me?"
Xie Wei took a sip of his wine and smiled, "Are you my student?"
Inexplicably, Jiang Xuening felt a chill down her back.
But currently, Xie Wei's appearance hasn't changed much compared to usual, and he has treated her so well recently, which made his original vigilance towards this person disappear, and he didn't even think about it at this moment.
She was very happy, raised her chopsticks and put a piece of mutton into her mouth.
The meat is really tender and delicious.
only…
Does it taste a little sour?
Jiang Xuening tasted it, thinking it was because of the unique sauce. He might not know what the new flavor was, but he had to try it more to know.
So I quickly grabbed another piece.
However, when she bit it down and chewed it into her mouth, several streams of acidic water mixed with the fat of the muscles were squeezed out all at once, filling her entire mouth.
"vomit!"
The sour smell of the aged vinegar that had been stored for many years made her face wrinkle, she covered her mouth almost immediately, and spit out the piece of meat towards the dishes beside her!
However, the sour taste is still in the mouth.
She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even speak, she quickly reached out to fetch water: "What's the smell!"
Xie Wei conveniently handed over the wine cup that he had taken two sips of.
Jiang Xuening took it without even looking at it, raised her head and drank it in one gulp.
Then…
The slapped face that was already wrinkled into a ball turned livid in an instant, she choked so much that she dropped the wine cup, covered her throat and coughed violently: "Cough, cough, cough! Thank, cough, cough! Thank you, Ju'an— Cough cough!"
Her whole face was flushed red, the extreme sourness and extreme spicyness were all in one mouth, and rushed to the top of her head like a ball of fire, and she couldn't even vomit out!
I wish I could die on the spot!
Xie Wei looked at her without the slightest surprise: "Why, so sour?"
Want to murder for money? !
Jiang Xuening has never eaten such sour food in two lifetimes!
Hearing what the other party said, how can you not understand?
This is to punish her on purpose!
I only regret that I didn't pay attention to the way - the surname Xie is cruel and evil, and he is clearly a devil in hell. What kind of obsession is she with who dares to think that he is a **** and a saint, so he has a good heart?
The taste was indescribable for a while.
Jiang Xuening almost passed out.
How could she have time to answer Xie Wei's words, she just searched for tea all over the room, but she didn't even find a teapot, so she held her throat, coughed vigorously, helped the door frame, and ran outside go.
Xie Wei glanced at her and didn't stop her.
The knives, zithers, swords and books are all in the courtyard.
Both of them heard the rummaging of boxes and cabinets in the room.
However, seeing Jiang Xuening come out with the appearance of being poisoned, he couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.
Jiang Xuening is familiar with Jianshu, and her voice has been hoarse after coughing a few times, and now she is even more afraid of being heard by the Xie in the room, who has a heart smaller than a needle, so she grabbed Jianshu and lowered her voice: "Quick, get the cup water!"
As she spoke, she wanted to retch again.
Jianshu's eyelids twitched, but he didn't dare to be held by her for too long, so he went to bring water.
What a big teacup.
Jiang Xuening took it and gulped down half of it, feeling better, but the sour and spicy taste still remained in her throat, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what!
The one named Xie is going to die!
Jianshu looked at her expression, his eyelids twitched, and said in a low voice: "Mr. is unhappy, and there are some things that don't taste good."
Jiang Xuening was almost out of anger.
Is that bad? Can you describe it?
It was like mixing a cup of vinegar for her with the most intense burning knife! Drinking it will kill half your life!
She raised her head and drank the remaining half cup of tea, then handed it back to Jianshu, waved her hand and walked outside.
Jianshu asked: "Where is the sir?"
Jiang Xuening turned her head to look at Xie Wei's room, and felt that the whole room was emitting black air, how could she dare to take half a step inside? She shivered and said, "Don't, don't look for me again! Your husband's brain, cough, something is wrong..."
As she spoke, her voice drifted a little.
The whole person seemed to be stepping on a cloud, his body was weak, his feet were weak, and he dangled out from the other end of the corridor as if he had only his last breath left.
Daoqinjianshu looked at each other.
After a while, I heard a calm call from the room: "Jianshu."
Jianshu shuddered and went in.
The table full of dishes has hardly been touched.
Xie Wei stood by the side in a clean and dignified suit, lightly removed the snow-white brocade handkerchief on one side and wiped the few drops of vinegar wine that had just been stained on his fingers, as if he had done nothing just now, he said softly: "Take it all away." Feed the dog."
Jianshu's scalp was numb, and he said, "Yes."
He cleaned up everything on the table and took it out.
Daoqin took a look and shook his head.
With lingering fear in his heart, Jian Shu lowered his voice and said, "Because of Miss Ning Er and Shizi?"
Dao Qin said: "It's almost the same."
Jian Shu was puzzled: "But before that..."
Daoqin said: "If you can do it early, why wait until now? You don't have to worry about it."
Jianshu motioned him to look at his hand: "Then this?"
Dao Qin looked at it and stopped talking.
The two looked at each other again.
In the end, it was Jianshu who had to accept his fate first, and walked over to deal with these things that he spent all morning thinking about. After only taking two steps, he stopped again, hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Daoqin, tell me, what should I do if the dog wants to eat it?"
"..."
Obviously, this is a very likely problem.
Daoqin was silent, thought for a while, and said: "Either the dog dies, or you die."
Sword Book: "..."