Don't Forget Everything

"Dong dong dong dong!"

Song Yi picked up the knife and put it down, the ribs on the chopping board were three fingers wide and neat.

Lao Xu met with Song Yilin, and the brand-new kitchen was finally full of fireworks.

"Old Xu, how long will it take?" A man with a sword at the door of the kitchen looked around and saw that the inside was full of heat, but there was no smell of food. He was really hungry, so he came to urge him.

"Hurry up, half an hour."

"Half an hour? Hurry up."

"The guys in this kitchen don't have all the things they need, and they don't know how to use new things. You see, this knife hasn't been opened properly. It's hard work to break the flesh and bones. This little brother, why don't you send my house The mother-in-law also called to help?"

"Why are you so troublesome? It's not bad for you to take your nephew with you. I think his hands and feet are quite agile. It's just a face. How many hands do you need?"

"Oh, my little brother, you are such a nice guy these days and nights, you are so urgent..."

"Okay, hurry up."

"Hey, okay."

Old Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he saw the person walking away, he whispered to Song Yilin: "Brother Song, I'm afraid I can't find a chance to let you get away from your posture. I'm really busy here."

Song Yilin focused on stabbing again and again, and shook her head: "It's okay, thank you, Brother Xu, for your help."

In the afternoon, Song Yilin and Wen Ran couldn't think of any clues. After thinking about it, Song Yilin decided to look for an opportunity to go into the courtyard. If he couldn't get in, he would try again at night.

Seeing his solemn expression, Wen Ran sensed that he was thinking of taking risks again, and said, "Since we are going to host the Qionglin Banquet, there must be servants and maids to serve, and there must be cooks and cooks. This Master Fan has invited so many People, you can't wait any longer, and you will definitely have a chance in the next few days."

Song Yilin knew that Wen Ran's words were good, but she didn't know when such an opportunity would come, so she was unavoidably anxious, but it didn't take long for Wen Ran to finish speaking, and the opportunity came.

Little Fat Master Dong Hua'an sent someone to look for him, saying that there was movement in the house, Master Fan came, brought his servants and maids, and several carriages with people and goods entered the courtyard in a mighty manner.

However, there are a dozen or so domestic servants and maids in Fan's house. It is really difficult to hold a banquet in three days, so the housekeeper of Fan's house also went to the dental shop and picked some people with quick hands and feet to enter the house. Some rough envoys are servants of old mothers.

These little chubby masters Dong Huaan had already made arrangements, but no one new to the mansion could enter the inner house, so Song Yilin didn't go, and the steward of the Fan mansion talked too much himself, and there was another team of people in the Fan mansion on the way, tomorrow You can get there, even the cook and servants in the inner palace are complete, but more people are needed to prepare the banquet.

There are only three days, and this master Fan is so nervous, it must have been arranged already.

The house is like a pool of stagnant water, Song Yilin is not easy to disturb, now that there are more people, the opportunity will come.Since there is still a group of people on the way, so many people in their house cannot be hungry today, Song Yilin thought about it, and went back to Lao Xu's noodle shop.They ate noodles for several days in a row, presumably they trusted Lao Xu, if they came again at night, Song Yilin would find a way to find out the news again.

Things were better than Song Yilin expected, at the end of the day, the people in the house came to Lao Xu's noodle shop again, and wanted to invite Lao Xu to cook them dinner.

Old Xu was taken aback and didn't dare to directly agree, so he reasoned that he only knew how to make noodles. Unexpectedly, they were quite happy. Old Xu came back and asked Song Yilin what he meant. Naturally, Song Yilin would not give up such a good opportunity, so he asked Old Xu to bring Join him and help.

The situation in the house is not quite the same as when Song Yilin first arrived, the secret whistle is still there, but after changing the position, I can hear the footsteps of the servants and maids in the mansion coming and going, they seem to be walking fast without saying a word.However, Song Yilin and Lao Xu were directly brought into the back kitchen through the side door, and they walked through a side courtyard. It was difficult to meet the master, and Song Yilin had no chance to investigate in private, so he could only cook in peace.

Old Xu was still a little nervous, kneading the dough for a long time.

Song Yilin's ribs were all chopped, and he started to cook the soup. He took out a small bamboo tube from his arms and sprinkled some powder into the soup.

Old Xu glanced sideways and turned pale with shock: "Brother Song! You... can't kill anyone!"

Song Yilin smiled, handed the small bamboo tube in front of Lao Xu, and put it under his nose: "You smell it, it's just spices."

When Old Xu heard it, it really was. Although the color was snow white, it smelled of pepper, cardamom and star anise.

There is nothing special about this jar of spices, but there is patchouli in it, which is a medicine for summer heat. It is not common in Southwest China, but it is very common in Haiyuan, Song Yilin's hometown. A pinch is the taste deep in Song Yilin's memory.

Patchouli mixed with chili is extremely difficult to detect, but Wei Chuyue couldn't hide it.Wei Chuyue used to always say that Song Yilin's soup had a strange taste, but it was difficult to tell what it was. This made Wei Chuyue tangled up for a long time. He was a conceited genius, dabbling in drugs and poisons, but he couldn't tell what was mixed in Song Yilin's soup. What, I'm so irritated.

Song Yilin added a little to the soup, and Wei Chuyue would know that he was coming. Even if he didn't have the opportunity to spy on other situations in the mansion this trip, it would not be a loss.

Wei Chuyue and Qin Tang's noodles only had a clear soup with little water, no ribs, and even meat residue was missing, but the smell of patchouli was still in the soup, and Wei Chuyue knew it when he smelled it.

Song Yilin and Lao Xu worked hard for a dinner, and they had to wash the dishes and pots, and it was a lot of tossing, and it was already past when they were ready to leave, and it was already dark.

Song Yilin and Lao Xu were sent out of the house. Song Yilin hardly had a chance to look around, but when they were about to leave, they saw people at the side door carrying boxes from the car one after another. Those boxes looked heavy. , the two big men carried it quite hard, and there was always another person to help, and the manager repeatedly told him to be careful, thinking that the items contained in it should be quite valuable.

The small courtyard by the side door is not big at all, and the stables are next to it, where the carriages and horses are crowded and they are moving things, Song Yilin and Lao Xu had to make way for others, and happened to stay here for a while, Song Yilin sent the carriages and horses He had a clear look at all the boxes and boxes. He kept his head down all the time, looking cautious. In the night, no one could see what Song Yilin's face was like.