cook and luthier

When the banquet was in full swing, the butler led the cook out, and the cook asked the butler who the woman in blue who was playing the piano was.

It is widely rumored in Shangjing that the rare things in Prince Yu's mansion are the equestrian skills of His Royal Highness King Yu, the dancing posture of the princess, and the sound of the piano by the woman in blue.As the Yuwang couple got older, the first two things were almost hard to see anymore, but the piano sound of the woman in blue would occasionally be remembered in front of everyone.It's just that Yu Wang and his wife never force the piano master to play, so the opportunity to hear it is rare.

After thanking the housekeeper, the cook was ready to go back to his room.But the old housekeeper stopped the cook, and said, "I know that girls are naturally reluctant to contact strangers. After coming to the palace for so long, they are still not familiar with others, but let me say a few words, meeting is fate, and girls might as well show up more on weekdays." Walk around, Prince Yu's Mansion is quite different from other mansions, there are not many people, and the environment is not complicated." After speaking, the old housekeeper left.

The cook knew that the old butler had good intentions. After being here for such a long time, she could feel that most of the people here were kind, but the cook also knew that he should not get too involved in the lives of these people, which might be the greatest reward for this kindness.In the moonlit night, the cook couldn't sleep more and more, but at this moment, he heard the piano sound again.The cook stood up with his clothes on, and saw the woman in blue who was playing the guqin in his courtyard. The cook did not interrupt her playing, and quietly enjoyed the sound of the piano.

At the end of the song, the luthier said, "Thank you for the carvings in those days." He raised the bamboo goose in his hand and shook it.Then he showed a clear and gentle smile.Before the cook could say anything, he left the cook's yard.The cook looked at the back of the woman in blue, leaned forward, opened his lips slightly, but did nothing after all.Slowly clenched hands, lowered eyes, almost inaudible sighs.

At this moment, the woman in blue turned around suddenly, and smiled slightly at the cook. Even though there was still sadness in her eyes, that smile still lit up the dark night in the cook's courtyard. , Those carvings are really beautiful." After speaking, she turned and ran away, disappearing at the gate of the cook's courtyard.

The cook looked at the direction where the luthier disappeared, and murmured, "Sir, will this be my home?"

It was night, and the cook dreamed of her husband.

The cook had been to many places before coming to Shangjing, firstly Gucheng, where she met her husband, the most important life guide for her.Her husband taught her a lot in Gucheng, reading, cooking, and playing xun.It's just that apart from cooking, she is not good at anything else.Reading is always reluctant, and Xun is not good enough, and she is only good at talking on paper, which is the best mechanism of her husband.But her husband didn't force her to do anything. Seeing that she was good at cooking, he taught her with painstaking efforts, and even found many strange recipes from nowhere.It's just that her husband's time with her was too short, only two years, and he died when Gucheng was in danger.

The cook once thought that his feelings had been worn away by his early experiences, and he saw the so-called life and death, but after the death of his husband, the cook felt that a blunt knife had been inserted into his heart and head, and it became more and more sharpened. Pain until I can't even breathe.

The sky was getting white and it was a new day, and the tears in the corners of the cook's eyes had dried up.During the day, it was no different from before, busy in the kitchen of the palace, taking time to read the interviews with the maids that I hadn't finished.At noon, the cook prepared lunch by himself as usual.In fact, at the very beginning, the people in the kitchen would ask her if she wanted to be together, but the cook would flatly refuse, and then no one asked her.

The cook knows that it is best for him to keep a distance from the people around him. After leaving Goseong, the cook has been living a wandering life. The cook knows that he may not have a normal life anymore. As long as he stays in one place for too long, he will die Things happen that even she can't control.The cook has spent a long time in Shangjing. Apart from Gucheng, this is the place where she stayed the longest. So far, those who have been chasing her will also harass her life in the future.

At this time, the little maid who came from nowhere rushed into the kitchen, and when she saw the cook, she strode over, "You are the pastry chef, right? The princess and the luthier are going out this afternoon, so hurry up and prepare some melon and fruit snacks."

"When?"

"An hour later."

"I see, I can pick it up in half an hour." After speaking, the cook put down the half-eaten meal and began to prepare.

When people are busy, they tend to ignore the changes around them. The cook packs up the snacks and waits for people to pick them up.At this time, the stomach made an embarrassing sound.Just as he was about to finish his meal, he looked up and saw the luthier, his eyes full of surprise.

"I've been standing here for so long, did you just see me?" The luthier laughed dumbfounded after seeing the cook's expression.

"Are you here to pick up the dim sum yourself?" The surprised expression on the cook's face still persisted.

"I came here to steal the snacks myself." The luthier couldn't hold back his smile even more amused by the cook's reaction.

The luthier looked at the smile in the cook's eyes, and remembered when his mother was seriously ill.On those nights when her mother was seriously ill, the qin master would always go to a place far away from her yard to play the guqin to vent her pain. Later, every night when she played the qin, she could always find radishes and other ingredients in the nearby yard, which were carved very beautifully. Exquisite, the patterns on it are always so suitable for her state of mind at that time, and the sculptor seems to be trying hard to soothe the pain in her heart through these exquisite carvings.

The luthier is good at hiding her emotions in the smile on her face and the strings under her hands. Most of the time, no one will see her sadness and pain.The memory was interrupted by the steamed egg with orange conjured by the cook out of nowhere.

"Relieve cough and reduce phlegm." While talking to the luthier, the cook handed a spoon to the luthier.

The luthier was not polite to the cook either, the two had a tacit understanding as if they had known each other for many years.Before the luthier's steamed eggs were finished, the little maid hurriedly bowed to the luthier, and asked the cook which food box she hurried to get.

Before leaving, he bowed to the luthier and stepped back, specifically saying, "Young lady and concubine ordered me to leave in a moment."

"Got it, I'll go right away."

Then the little maid left as hurriedly as when she came.

After the luthier left, the cook prepared the snacks for everyone in the kitchen and prepared to go out to buy ingredients.The commercial market in Shangjing City is much more prosperous than other places, and the cook's favorite place in Shangjing City is the place to buy ingredients.The aromas of various foods are mixed together, which makes the chef's sensitive sense of smell very enjoyable.The chef doesn't like to use the ingredients provided by Wangfuzhong because he thinks that the ready-made ingredients are not as friendly as the ones he picked from the market.

The cook drove the carriage of the palace, pulling the pumpkins, wax gourds, all kinds of beans, red dates, etc. he bought, and began to think about what kind of fresh snacks to make with them.The people around me came and went, and the voices were noisy.The chef, who was walking slowly along with the crowd, was thinking about dim sum.

Suddenly the cook stopped, only to hear a scream.A young boy was caught by the cook's wrist and pressed to the gate of his life.The cook's face was no longer the usual peaceful look, and his eyes were filled with strange ruthlessness.The cook tried again, only to hear a click, and the boy's arm was dislocated.