The fourth life begins

Back to Yan's house, Yan Yingchen sent me back to his yard. ( Because we live in the backyard, it seems that Yan Yingchen often walks through the back door when he takes me out. It feels strange to say.)

When I walked into my small courtyard, I saw a man in the courtyard looking up at the moonlight with his hands behind his back. Hearing our footsteps, the man turned around. It turned out to be Yan Nianqing's father, Yan Xiu.

This is the second time I've been here to see him. Yan Xiu still has a serious face. I really don't know if there is something wrong with the legendary facial muscles, and the expression of laughing is dysfunctional.

"Are you back? Have you had dinner yet? I asked Ziqin to prepare a meal. Let your brothers and sisters eat with your father. For a moment, I thought of my father, Long Tai, a businessman who never fails. But who knows the sadness behind his success? I think the same must be true of Yan Xiu. I can't help but feel sad.

No one spoke at the dinner table. I was so depressed that I couldn't put anything in my hungry stomach.

Although the atmosphere was awkward, Yan Xiu and Yan Yingchen and his son ate leisurely and there was nothing uncomfortable.

This family is really strange, and such an embarrassing scene seems to be taken for granted. When we were still in modern times, our family of four ate together and always talked and laughed happily. I don't know how they are doing now? Do you think Long Xinyi is different? Maybe not. After all, Yan Nianqing already has my memory...

"Nian'er, Nian'er--" Yan Yingchen's hand swayed in front of me, pulling my thoughts back from modern times.

Huh? What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about? Dad is asking you something. Yan Yingchen had a slight reproach.

turned to Yan Xiu and looked at him with inquiring eyes, but he didn't want to talk. Somehow, I always have no good impression of Yan Xiu.

"Nian'er, Dad--There are many chores in the court. You are sick, but you can't come to see you often. Dad is not to blame, is it?"

"How can I blame my father? Nian'er knows that my father loves me, and I won't pay attention to this little thing." What's wrong with Yan Xiu? It feels a little abnormal.

"It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it." Yan Xiu looked into the distance, as if he had fallen into a long memory.

is another long silence.

After a while, Yan Xiu came to his senses and said to me and Yan Yingchen, "It will be your mother's birthday in a few days. Take Nian'er to the grave to have a look. Qing'er must be to you."

"Yes, the child knows." Yan Yingchen lowered her eyes, but the pain flashed in her eyes failed to escape from my eyes.

Yan Xiu sighed deeply and walked out. After a while, his back disappeared into the dark night.

After Yan Xiu left, Yan Yingchen also went back. He didn't say anything before he left, and the atmosphere seemed a little heavy.

Shake your head and don't want to be troubled by inexplicable emotions. I called Ziqin, asked about today's tea making, and went to see the tea in the kitchen. Because I can't remember the specific time it takes to make tea, I can only decide what to do next based on what I see it.)

Basically, the previous processes are not bad, so it is estimated that we can get some drinks tomorrow.

I was a little annoyed, so I threw myself into ** again and began to sort out the plan in my heart.

I am generally lazy and don't like to fight with others, so I hope I can live a peaceful life in Nanyuan. But from my observation in the past few days, it seems that everything is not as calm as it seems.

There are still many people I haven't seen in this Yanfu. Third Lady, Fourth Lady, Yan Feihuang, Yan Tianyu, Yan Huaishu. There are also Yan Wanru and Yan Bozheng.

It's really a huge family. Maybe it was not very prosperous in ancient times, but in the eyes of modern people, it is very complicated.

From Yan Yingchen's words, it can be felt that this third lady is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He said: I have never been unhappy with others. No matter how difficult San Niang is, you will never care about it...

So she thought angrily that this third lady might have bullied Yan Nianqing before. It seems that you should be careful when we meet in the future, but she'd better not mess with me, because I'm Long Xinyi after a thousand years later.

Thinking about it, my thinking began to be empty, and I turned to money at once. As the saying goes, a dime can't defeat a hero. Although I'm not a hero or Han.

But I still need money. Although it seems that I can't use it at present, it doesn't mean that I can't use it in the future. Although I had an idea to earn pocket money when I was ready to make tea today, I now plan to save a private sum of money.

The plan is finalized, starting with the most basic food, so that the people of Nanyuan can also eat good food. However, this matter is not urgent, and we have to plan it carefully.

After the matter was laid down, I didn't feel sleepy, and my head slowly became heavier and heavier. Soon I saw Zhou Gong go.

"Who are you?" Childish child's voice.

On the opposite side are lazy and indifferent eyes, as dark as night but as bright as stars.

"Why don't you talk?" There was a lot of fog around, and I couldn't see the face of the person opposite.

It's like I'm talking, but I'm like an audience.

His chest was suddenly depressed and stuffy, and he wanted to hold the person opposite him, but he gradually left in the thick fog.

The sense of oppression gradually disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

The next morning, Ziqin called me to get up.

After brushing your teeth with salt and fingers, ask Ziqin, "Ziqin, did you listen to me and clean your teeth with salt?"

"Ziqin has cleaned her teeth this morning according to Miss's method." Looking at Ziqin's clever appearance, I was happy.

"Well...well, children can be taught. Haha”

After breakfast, I always felt that something was wrong. When I saw the sun, I remembered that since I came back here, I had no watch, and I had no concept of time.

"Ziqin, what time is it now... Ah, no, what time is it now?" It suddenly occurred to me that it took time in ancient times.

"Miss, it's time now." Chenshi... I calculated in my mind that it should be between 7 and 9 o'clock. This ancient man's timing method is really difficult to get used to, and she has a chance to give her the modern timing method.

Calculation of time, Ziqin and I began to finish our tea step by step. I guess it was almost after two o'clock in the afternoon that we made the tea look good.

Looking at our results, he nodded with satisfaction and said to Ziqin, "Let's start preparing dinner. You can tell the second young master to come to me for dinner in the evening. In addition, we will prepare the materials when we come back.

After Ziqin went to Yan Yingchen's place, I slipped to the kitchen to see what was available.

After walking around, I didn't get anything, and then I went back to the house. I began to recall the appearance of pepper, pepper and other materials in modern times, and prepared to draw them and let Ziqin get them.

After a while, Ziqin came back. Seeing that I was painting something, I came over to have a look. Seeing Ziqin's curious eyes, I smiled secretly. Finally, the girl was not so "respectful and orderly".

Finally, he finished drawing and asked Ziqin with a piece of paper: "Do you have all these things in the house?"

"Of course, most of these are incense ingredients." After seeing it clearly, Ziqin smiled.

Spice? The habits of this place are really strange. I don't know what the pepper flavor is.

"Then get more of everything back. In addition, I will write down some ingredients, and you can ask them to prepare them and bring them here.

After last night, I learned that although Yan Xiu was indifferent to our brothers and sisters on the surface, he still cared about the two children in his heart. In addition, after asking Ziqin, this house has never been harsh on our food and almost everything. So I boldly asked them for something.

After thinking for a while, I wrote on the paper: chestnut, chicken, green onion, ginger, cooking wine (asked Ziqin, wine), a piece of mandarin fish, cabbage, mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, garlic, spinach, chili, eggplant, apples...

Sprinkle a large article, counting 5 dishes, and adding porridge and snacks, it's enough.

I used to study recipes when I had nothing to do at home, and I would make it myself to see what was delicious. Although the cooking skills are not good enough, a few home-cooked dishes can still be dealt with.

When Ziqin took a pile of things back breathlessly, I began to "work". Of course, Ziqin helped me clean up the chicken. There is nothing I can do about this kind of thing.

First, shred and foam the green onion, ginger and garlic for later use. Then put the chicken into the water and start cooking. Wash the fish here, cut off the bones and sprinkle a little salt.

Shred mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots. Then preheat the oil, add green onion, ginger, winter bamboo shoots and mushrooms, and stir-fry with salt to bring out the fragrance. Wrap the sliced fish in these materials, put them in a pot and take them out.

Bone the cabbage and put it on the plate, and then pour the soup on the plate to finish the work. Ziqin over there has fished out the chicken.

The chicken is boneless and put chestnut on top. Stir-fry the green onion and ginger with chicken soup and seasoning, pour it on the chicken and steam it in a cage.

The chicken needs to be steamed for 30 or 40 minutes. In the process, stir-fry the spinach and fried the eggplant with sauce. Boil the porridge over low heat. The porridge is very light, just white rice porridge.

When the chicken is steamed, several dishes here have been finished. After picking away the green onion and ginger, sprinkle with the sauce. Four dishes are finished.

Considering the heavy taste of today's dishes, I didn't make any sweet snacks, but let Ziqin steam a few small steamed buns.

When he was almost busy, Ziqin came to tell me that Yan Yingchen had come.

"Let him wait a moment, and there will be another dish." This silk apple really has to be hot.

Cut the apples into pieces, boil sugar, and put them in the pot. A plate of shredded apples came out of the oven. After smelling it, the sweet smell slowly penetrated into every cell.

When he returned to the house, Yan Yingchen had a warm smile again.

Suddenly, a warm current passed through my heart, and my hand holding the plate seemed to have strength. This feeling is really familiar, just like when I was at home. I can't help asking myself, do I really belong here? Is this really home?