Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Rong Yu knew that Song Yanming still had doubts in his heart, but he just didn't say anything.

It's just how could he provoke Rong Changfeng again, he only has the idea of ​​keeping a respectful distance from this protagonist who has never met and only heard about it. To pave the way for him, don't join him as cannon fodder for someone who is going to die in a mass grave, so as to increase the artistry of the novel.

While thinking secretly, he heard Song Yanming say: "Also, there is something for you."

He clapped his hands and suddenly called out: "Fengming!"

Accompanied by a gust of wind, a black figure quickly came down from the beam. It was undoubtedly Fengming. He had a box in his hand, and after half-kneeling and handing it to Song Yanming, he rolled over again and looked at Rong Yu's dumbfounded eyes. disappeared in.

"Tell me, where is he hiding?"

Song Yanming didn't answer him, just opened the brocade box and pushed it in front of Rongyu,

"Look here."

Curious, Rong Yu stretched his neck and looked inside. It was a flesh-colored thing. He stretched out his hand and pressed it. It was soft, and he couldn't help but wonder:

"Why does it feel like human skin?"

The corner of Song Yanming's lips curled up: "It's easy to use."

Rong Yu's heart brightened, and she hurriedly picked up the things in the brocade box and spread them out, and she saw that it was an extremely realistic dough, with a thin layer, but it could be seen that it was lifelike.

Song Yanming explained: "Fengming found this from a first-class disguise master. As long as you wear it, no one will recognize your original appearance."

He coughed lightly, raised his eyes to look at him: "Of course, if you find it troublesome, then give it back to Feng Ming."

"Don't, don't," Rong Yu grinned, "I need this most!"

The disguise technique in the novel can teach him once!

He lightly covered the mask on his face with great interest, pressed the corners tightly with his fingers, turned his face and asked Song Yanming excitedly,

"Is there a bronze mirror?"

Where did the bronze mirror come from in the tea room? As soon as Rong Yu came out, he knew he was asking nonsense. He stuck out his tongue, stood up, walked to the window, stuck his head out, looked at the reflection in the water, and made a few grimace.

Although the shadow was shaking slightly, Rong Yu could still see the face in the water clearly—it looked like another person.

He walked back excitedly, pulled the futon towards Song Yanming, knelt on it, and brought his face closer: "Song Yanming, take a serious look, can you spot me?"

Naturally, Rong Yu didn't know the ambiguity of this posture. He sat on his knees, put his hands on both sides of his body, raised his chin, opened his lips slightly, and approached Song Yanming with his whole face, as if asking for a kiss.Song Yanming immediately felt that something was wrong, but the other party's clear and watery eyes did not show any obscenity at all, and he was as excited as a child who got a new toy.

Naturally, there is no need to question the craftsmanship of the master of disguise in the Western Regions. The original stunningly beautiful face has been transformed into an ordinary face after some whitewashing, with a few faint freckles on the cheeks, completely lost in the crowd. Can't stand up.

But those eyes were still extremely agile, murmuring like grapes with spring water in them.

Song Yanming looked away: "I don't recognize it."

Rong Yu was delighted.

He naturally needs this "face".

In the past two days, he lingered in Guanyin Temple Street for two days, only to realize the ostentation of his face. As he walked past, passers-by turned their heads frequently, and even one or two daring ones actually followed him.He will do business in such a market in the future, such a face is naturally inconvenient, the mask Song Yanming brought to him can be said to have solved a major problem for him.

Perhaps Song Yanming had some other purpose for giving him this face—or he was afraid that someone would recognize him and lose the Pingyang Marquis's position, or he was afraid that he would attract a bunch of flies and cause trouble for the Marquis's mansion. In short, he had his purpose , Rong Yu also has her own plans.

Immediately tore off the mask on his face, folded it carefully, and put it into the brocade box.

He said sincerely, "Thank you so much for this gift."

Song Yanming smirked lightly: "It's rare for you to say that."

Rong Yu laughed: "It's not that I don't know what's good or bad."

He poured tea for Song Yanming like a dog's leg,

"Master Hou, you are such a good person. Why didn't you find out before, damn! If you have offended me in the past, please forgive me, hee hee."

When Song Yanming found out that he was stealing, playing tricks or asking for help, he always called him Lord Hou, but when he had nothing to do with him or got angry, he would call Song Yanming to the left and Song Yanming to the right. He was really a villain.

But he didn't feel much offense in his heart, Song Yanming took another look at the solicitous look of the person beside him, shook his head, gave a self-deprecating chuckle, and stood up.

"Go back."

***

For a few days after returning from the teahouse, Rong Yu actually stayed in the Pingyang Marquis Mansion obediently. He locked himself in his West Garden, writing on a pile of papers with a pen. Hua Hua, in two days, Rong Yu has moved the battlefield to the dining room in the backyard.

That's right, he decided to experiment with restaurant dishes.

After all, the cooking methods and other aspects of this era are quite different from those of modern times, and many things have to be implemented in the early stage to be at ease.

Manager Qi had already heard a report from his subordinates, saying that the girl in the backyard was occupying their dining room every day. Manager Qi was going to look for it, but later heard from Madam Zheng that the kid was just in the dining room. It was only used during the empty period of the house, and the materials were all spent by A Liang and brought in by him.

Manager Qi thought, this brat did not do a normal thing.

Manager Qi recalled that when he reported his work to Master Hou a few days ago, Master Hou had something in his words, and he just asked him not to restrain the kid too much. Just close your eyes and it's over.

Soon, the cold December will come.

On the first day of the lunar new year, the dining room in Pingyang Houfu.

After noon, the dining room began to get busy. Dinner came, but the cooks had just entered the kitchen, and Rong Yu and A Liang were already in full swing. A Liang only persuaded the cooks and others to go out, saying It is the young lady who will take care of the meal today.

The cooks were not too surprised, because nobles such as nobles and marquises occasionally have the habit of cooking a meal or two to show their virtuousness, but they saw that the young lady has delicate skin and tender meat, she does not seem to be used to cooking. Master.

So they whispered and whispered outside the dining room one by one.

As night fell, the three brothers of the Song family were all in the mansion that day.

Song Yanming asked about the current situation of the two younger brothers according to the usual practice, and gave some pointers.But I saw that tonight was not the same as in the past. The table was empty except for the bowls and chopsticks. I was about to call a servant to ask, but I saw Rong Yu leading some servants in.

Seeing that he still looked like a quail, Song Yizhou frowned when he remembered the scene in Zhangji Tangshui a few days ago.

In front of everyone, Rong Yu was naturally very well-behaved, and blessed the few sitting in the seat,

"Master Hou, Second Master, Third Master, oh, and Uncle He, today is the first day of the lunar new year. I have been thinking about staying in the mansion for a long time. I haven't cooked for the masters myself, so I made a few rough dishes today. , please don’t make jokes.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and waved behind him, and the maids who delivered the food came in one after another, and put the dishes on the table one after another.

Rong Yu introduced them one by one, "This is 'Salted Bone Rolled Tofu', 'Steamed Anchovies Stuffed with Wine', here is 'Roasted Goose in Honey Sauce', 'Stir-fried Seasonal Vegetables', and the soup 'Pork Belly Chicken', Oh, this is the new dish I tried tonight, 'The Universe in the Belly', do you want to try it?"

Rong Yu specifically pointed to the "inner universe", and the four people on the table couldn't help but focus on the "inner universe", and saw a grilled golden fish on a white plate, which was full of burnt aroma .

Uncle He stroked his beard with a smile: "Whether you did it well or not is the second thing, but my lady's kindness is also worthy of appreciation."

Rong Yu was still in the shape of a quail, obedient and unusually obedient, her voice was so soft that she could pinch water: "This is my job, Uncle He said it so that I would blush."

Song Yizhou almost wanted to roll his eyes immediately, but in the end he just gritted his teeth and didn't look at him at all.

Song Yanming smiled a little in his heart, asked the maid who was serving him to add more food, and then pointed to the "inside the universe" that Rongyu specially emphasized with his chopsticks,

"What is this 'inside the universe'?"

Rong Yu said: "It's made of cheap salted fish and eggplant in the market."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle He immediately changed his face. How could there be such untouchable food on the dining table of a prince's mansion? Naturally, the fish eaten by the dignitaries is freshly supplied, and only those fish that cannot be sold will be eaten by the fishermen. They pickled it with coarse salt and kept it, and sold it to traffickers at a low price. Although the Marquis of Pingyang practiced strict economy, it would not reach this point.

Then there was a deep voice:

"Xiao Niang, it's good that you have such a heart, but how can this salted fish be served?"

Rong Yu took a pair of clean chopsticks, pushed aside the charred scallions tied to the salted fish, and said with a smile:

"No, people have distinctions of high and low, but there is no food. If you don't eat it because it is the food eaten by the poor, wouldn't you miss a lot of delicious food?"

He took out a small knife and sliced ​​the whole fish, then put down the knife with a smile on his face:

"Try it, it shouldn't be difficult to eat."

Song Yanming thought he could jump, but unexpectedly he explained the truth, paused, raised his chopsticks, and picked up a slice.

The fish meat on the chopsticks is golden brown and crispy, but the inside is soft, dripping with juice, trembling on the chopsticks, which is quite pleasing.

When you put it in your mouth, you can only hear a crisp crunch. The skin of the salted fish on the outside has been roasted until it is crispy, but the eggplant meat inside is extremely soft, which absorbs the saltiness of the salted fish outside and reduces the taste of the salted fish. Thick, seemingly contradictory ingredients, blended together in this way, there is an indescribable fragrance.

He couldn't help but glanced at Rong Yu, his eyes were bright.

If there is no one else, Rong Yu would have to sit beside him with a chair and ask him to talk about the food evaluation.He looked at Song Yanming with a pair of bright eyes, but to his disappointment, Song Yanming didn't comment on the spot, but turned his face sideways to the people around him and said,

"You also try it."

Song Yizhou also seemed to know that his elder brother didn't hate eating this dish, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange, this salted fish was not tasty, he walked the rivers and lakes, naturally he didn't have the style of high-ranking officials, but he also hated the salty fish He also stretched out his chopsticks in a strange way, and ate a piece. After chewing a few mouthfuls, his expression froze, and he looked at Rong Yu in surprise.And Song Wenyan had already eaten a piece, and he couldn't wait to put another piece into the bowl.

But He Bo slapped his legs: "You talk! You talk! This is not salted fish! This old slave has eaten salted fish, how can it be so delicious?"

Rong Yu felt at ease instantly, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a salted fish. This 'Under the Belly Universe' is to remove the scales from the salted salted melon fish, hollow out the belly and wash it, and then cut open the skin and use it to remove the scales. Soak in ginger wine for half an hour, take out minced green onion and minced garlic, then wrap the fish body with skinless tomato meat, wrap it with a layer of lard oil, tie onion slices, and grill it on charcoal fire Let the oil rise, and when the lard oil is scorched, this 'Inside the Universe' will be ready."

Rong Yu sat down and picked up a pair of chopsticks, "Who are you? Do you think it's okay?"

Song Yizhou said coldly: "It's really hidden."

Rong Yupi smiled but didn't laugh.

Uncle He said from the bottom of his heart: "This old slave has lived in vain all these years, but he has eaten less salted fish for so many years."

The rest of the dishes, such as "Rolled Tofu with Salted Bone", "Steamed Anchovy with Brewed Wine", "Roasted Goose in Honey Sauce", "Pork Belly Chicken", etc., are Rong Yu's specialty.

All night, He Bo's praises were endless.

In the next few days, the dishes on the main table were all cooked by Rong Yu. He Bo leaned on a cane and watched cheerfully as he moved around the dining room deftly. He deftly made a series of extremely ingenious and delicious dishes. He was already a little impressed by Rong Yu. These days, he is even more pleased. They will be severely criticized.

The main table in the Hou Mansion has become Rong Yu's food testing ground. After half a month, the three brothers of the Song family have eaten all of Rong Yu's unique skills. something to look forward to.

However, when Rong Yu experimented with enough dishes to open a restaurant, he stopped appearing in the dining room of the Pingyang Hou Mansion, and immediately devoted himself to his business, and mercilessly left behind the three raised by him. Three cheap sons who have lost their appetite.

On the first night that Rong Yu didn't cook, the three brothers of the Song family couldn't help but look at each other after eating the first chopsticks, and put down the chopsticks with embarrassing expressions.