surrogate wife

After having two siblings, Yan Yi and Yan Gui, Wen Yumu was completely freed from chores in the shop.

Xiaoman is a son of a family, his loyalty is unquestionable, Yan Yiyangui is grateful to him, he just confessed, and since the deed is still held in his hands, there is no need to worry about their betrayal.

Therefore, in addition to regularly checking the dishes, providing beauty tears, and checking accounts on weekdays, he finally has a lot of time again.

"Finally I'm free." Xue Yi said while holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Wen Yumu smiled and said, "Yes, let's go out tomorrow."

"What are you going to do, do you want to go shopping or go to a restaurant?"

"Send a jar of wine to the teacher's house, and then go to the tailor's shop to buy two cloaks. The weather is getting colder and the cotton velvet cloaks are not enough. I think you don't want to go out these days, and you are always shrinking There's a Mrs. Tang in the room."

Xue Yi felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile: "You still miss me. Why don't we go buy a cloak tomorrow, and honor our teacher and teacher's wife as well."

"Alright." Wen Yumu nodded.

The matter was finalized, and when I woke up the next morning, there were snowflakes in the sky.

There is little snow in the south, Xue Yi saw the fluttering snowflakes for the first time, he couldn't help being surprised and happy, he stood on the porch and stretched out his hands to catch them, "It's snowing, Mu Mu, come and see."

Wen Yumu rushed out, wrapped him in a thick quilted robe, and said, "It's cold, come back and wash after watching."

"Okay, I'll save it." Xue Yi agreed, and looked at Xuehua with great interest, and said longingly: "After the snow falls, I must be able to see the beautiful scenery covered in silver."

"Yes." Wen Yumu said perfunctorily, and poured hot water, "Come in, the water should be cold in a while."

Xue Yi walked reluctantly, after washing, he wanted to see the snow again, and said that he would learn to build a snowman in the yard when the snow accumulated.

Wen Yumu responded with a smile, and said: "Don't worry about it, we have to go out in a while, so we might as well go on foot today, and let you experience walking on snow."

On weekdays, people ride horses, but horses are not easy to walk in snowy weather, so it is better to walk.

As for sitting in a sedan chair, Xue Yi is reluctant unless necessary, and he doesn't like it very much.

After washing up and having a hot breakfast, they were ready to go out.

Wen Yumu took a cloak of the thickest quilted brocade with a rabbit fur edge and put it on Xue Yi. This cloak is better than the cloak because it has a hat, which can just block the wind and snow.

He also put on a different color of the same style, and went out like this.

Holding a big oil umbrella, Xiaoshu walked all the way through Chaoshou veranda, and sent them to the door, "Young master, young madam, the road is slippery in snowy weather, be careful on the road."

Wen Yumu took the umbrella and nodded with a smile, "We won't come back for lunch today, so you can rest too."

He held up the umbrella and walked into the snow with Xue Yi.

Xue Yi reached out to take the umbrella and said, "Let me hold the umbrella."

Wen Yumu smiled and said, "You still have the wine in your hand, it's not convenient to hold an umbrella, you'd better walk."

Xue Yi still wanted to fight again, Wen Yumu changed the hand holding the umbrella to his right hand, stretched out his left hand, Wen Yan with the palm facing up said with a smile, "The road is slippery, lead me away."

Xue Yi held the wine jar in one hand, and if he wanted to hold hands with him, he couldn't hold the umbrella.

He looked at the delicate and white palm, hesitated for a moment, then took his hand in frustration, and said helplessly, "You always have a way to cure me."

Wen Yu smiled, and clasped his hand back with his fingers.

The snowflakes fluttered, and two tall and tall figures walked with umbrellas, and the long cloaks fluttered with the pace of walking. Walking through the lively streets, they became a memorable scenery amidst the fluttering snowflakes.

When they arrived at the tailor shop, they bought four sable fur cloaks, two of which were replaced directly, and asked the shopkeeper to send back the cloaks they replaced, and carefully packed the remaining two, before heading to Wenfu.

It was almost time to leave, and Wen Yumu suddenly said worriedly: "Now it's just an ordinary filial piety, what about the New Year's ceremony? I really have a headache without my sister-in-law to take care of me."

Xue Yi was also worried, he thought for a while, and said: "When we went to Beijing, my sister-in-law prepared a meeting gift for us, why not double the thickness of that."

"No, triple it, to be on the safe side."

Wen Yumu said: "That's fine. Hey, that's the only way to go. Fortunately, there is only Brother Changning and one son in their family, and there is no such thing as a family separation, otherwise there will be worries."

Xue Yi touched his forehead with a smile, and comforted him: "Don't worry, if we settle here, my sister-in-law and mother will naturally come over, and then you don't need to worry about these things. Our family will be the same in 20 years. There will be no separation."

Wen Yumu smiled and said: "It's true, I feel much more relaxed when I think about it this way."

While talking, the Wen residence arrived.

Menzi had already recognized the person clearly, he didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly ran to report.

Elder Wen and Mrs. Wen received them together in the Nuan Pavilion, "They are all from our own family, so you don't have to restrict yourself, just sit where you want."

Seeing the wine they mentioned, Mr. Wen asked, "Is this the beauty's tears? Pour a glass and let me have a taste."

Mrs. Wen said with a smile: "You don't know, since he knows that this wine is sold by your shop, he is waiting for you to come and honor him."

Mr. Wen said: "This wine is a precious thing now. Although I am an old man, I can't just drink it if I want it."

Wen Yumu said with a smile: "It's hard for others to drink, but the teacher can drink enough if he wants to."

Mrs. Wen said angrily: "You juniors, don't spoil him all the time."

Wen Laodao: "I'm over half a hundred now, and it's hard for me to enjoy the filial piety of the juniors. Why did you stop me from the beginning. I don't count on my apprentice, so maybe I still count on that rebellious son?"

He made gestures, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you want to grab a jar of hot sauce from me, you really don't want to be a bitch."

Speaking of this father-son relationship is also interesting, the five generations of the Wen family are heirs of poetry and books, and their wealth is noble, and in this generation there are people like Mr. Wen.

However, Wen Changning has a temperament that dislikes literature and loves martial arts. Ever since he wielded his first small wooden sword when he was three years old, the father and son began a long "battle".

But as Wen Changning grew up, Mr. Wen did not hold back him after all, so he did what he wanted and asked him to worship his friend Zhen Guogong Jiang Zhige as his teacher.

Later, the current little emperor was thrown to Old Wen by the first emperor, and Wen Changning grew up with the little emperor with a deep affection.After the emperor ascended the throne, Wen Changning was promoted several times, and now he is the commander-in-chief of the third rank who is in charge of the five cities' soldiers and horses.

Daqi's Wucheng Bingma Division is an independent yamen, similar to the General Public Security Bureau of later generations, or the kind with its own army.

The Bingma Division has set up a total of [-] offices in five cities inside and outside the capital, which are in charge of the defense of the capital. At the same time, there are some royal guards to collect information and supervise the functions of officials. With [-] soldiers, they can be regarded as high-ranking and powerful, and they must be trusted by the emperor. Do.

Seeing his son go farther and farther on the road of military general, Mr. Wen was dissatisfied and helpless, so he was rebellious when he opened his mouth and shut his mouth.

Mrs. Wen smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I don't bother to pay attention to you if I just say that you enjoy the filial piety of your apprentice."

She ignored Mr. Wen, turned to Wen Yumu with a smile, and said, "I was just saying that I wanted to talk to you in the next few days, so you came here."

"Well, I have something to tell you."

Wen Yumu hurriedly said, "Master, please tell me."

"The end of the year is approaching, if you and Yi'er have nothing to do, come to the mansion to celebrate the New Year with us. There are only a few people in my family, only the two of us, Chang Ning and daughter-in-law Jiang, plus you, it will be more lively. "

That being said, in fact, it was not because he was afraid that Xue Yi and him would be lonely during the festival.

Wen Yumu was grateful for her care, and responded with a smile: "Then I will be disrespectful."

"Master knows that I have nothing to show for it, except that my cooking skills are not bad, so let me prepare the food."

Mrs. Wen nodded with a smile, "Then I'll leave it to you, and you don't need to be too extravagant, just enough to eat."

Wen Yu murmured: "Then I will just pick up delicious food and make it, regardless of etiquette."

Elder Wen nodded, "Yes, you should eat something good during the Chinese New Year."

As soon as the words were finished, the curtain of the warm pavilion was lifted, and a gust of cold wind blew in, but fortunately, it was quickly blocked by the heavy curtain again.

The people who opened the curtain and walked in were Wen Changning and Nangong Jin.

They really can't leave Meng, Meng can't leave focus.

Wen Yumu couldn't help but wonder if the little emperor would sneak out of the palace in micro-clothes to play with Wen Changning as soon as it was a holiday.

After they came in, they bowed casually and sat down by themselves. Nangong smiled and said: "Just now I heard outside the door that you said that you want to eat well. Today I am lucky again?"

Hearing this, Wen Yumu thought to himself, he saw it last time, the emperor has a keen sense of smell and good taste, he is a standard gourmet.

It seems that he was right.

Mrs. Wen replied lovingly, "I want to eat something good, but it's not today, it's the Spring Festival."

Nangong Jin's face was broken, and he said disappointedly: "That day I have to worship the ancestors and have a family banquet with the concubines in the harem. It's boring and tiring, but you guys eat and drink well."

Wen Changning said: "Dad and I will accompany you to worship the ancestors in the morning. It's not easy. We got up earlier than you."

"And on the night of the New Year's Eve, you have a big banquet for the officials, and we can't get away either."

Nangong Jin sighed: "So why do you have to have so many complicated etiquettes on a good New Year's Day?"

It was written all over his face that my heart was so tired.

Mrs. Wen looked at him distressedly, but she couldn't say much.

Nangong Jin patted the table, "No, you have to wait for me!"

Wen Changning said: "Stop messing around, sneak out on New Year's Day, and the officials' impeachment papers will drown out my father's case."

Nangong Jin said: "Teacher help me block it."

He acted like I don't care, I'm willful.

Wen Ruhui coughed, and Nangong immediately pretended to be pitiful and said, "Teacher..."

Elder Wen twirled his beard and said slowly: "The Queen Mother..."

"I'll talk to the Empress Dowager!" The emperor immediately said, "I want to accompany her to have lunch. It doesn't matter if you have a relaxing evening, the Empress Dowager will agree."

Elder Wen was still pondering, but Wen Changning said, "Don't embarrass my father, it's just a meal."

As soon as the words fell, Old Wen said: "It's just a meal, the emperor can eat it wherever he wants, and I'll just hold it down for the speaker."

Wen Changning: "..."

Nangong Jin was overjoyed, "Then it's settled."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and asked Xue Yi and Wen Yumu, "Is it okay if I have one more?"

It's all said and done, so what else can happen.

Xue Yi replied: "Of course."

The matter was settled like this. On New Year's Eve, Xue Yi and Wen Yumu stayed at home to watch the New Year together, and the sky began to snow again, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes dyed everything in sight white.

Xue Yi was also tired of watching the snow, and now he just felt cold.

Wen Yumu ordered Xiaoshu to buy five catties of high-quality lamb and beef snowflakes, wash them with water dripped with spiritual dew in advance to keep the taste fresh, and take them to Wenfu the next day.

Since they only ate together in the evening, they went there after lunch.

After going there, Wen Yumu directed the kitchen to start boiling the broth and making the soup base.

He intends to make the most popular hot pot in the future.

Now there is hot-boiled mutton, and there are also spicy pots in Bashu, but there are still few types, and the use of spices is not as sophisticated as later generations, with a variety of tricks.

The people in the kitchen couldn't help being dumbfounded watching him grind up all the Chinese medicines and throw them into the soup.

Although I know that some medicines can remove the fishy smell and improve the smell, but this time I put too much, can this be delicious?

After the soup was cooked, the next step was to stir-fry the ingredients. He was going to make a four-square grid, and the pot was ordered by someone.

The butter is spicy and spicy. After the ingredients are fried, the fragrance is tangy, spicy and stimulating, and the fragrance wafts far away.

Fish maw stewed chicken, delicious and mellow, with bright yellow color and charming aroma, surprised the chef. I didn't expect that seafood can be made in this way. People from the south have so many tricks.

Three delicacies clear soup, which is added with traditional Chinese medicine and various mushrooms and dried shrimps, clears away heat and relieves heat, and tastes light, sweet and fresh.

The last one is even more bizarre. It is actually a soup base made of tomato. After adding the broth, the sweet and sour aroma fills the nostrils, and it is extremely appetizing.

Tomato is tomato, also known as tomato, which means red persimmon from Fanbang.

This kind of persimmon only became popular a few years ago, and most of the common people used it for scrambled eggs and a meal, but it was unexpectedly played by this lady Xue.

Making these soup bases is also extremely time-consuming. Fortunately, there are people from the Wenfu kitchen to help. Wen Yumu only needs to instruct them to make them, and he is not tired at all.

The four soup bases go hand in hand, and at dinner time, they are finally prepared together.

A large pot was prepared for each kind, but they only used less than a quarter of it.

Wen Yumu said to the chef: "Reserve half of the remaining soup base for adding soup, and you can use the rest to cook something to eat."

The chef repeatedly said yes, thinking that he must study these four kinds of pots thoroughly.

Wen Yumu didn't care what he had in mind, and said again: "Next, I'm going to add some secret recipes of my own, please go out for a while and help me guard the door."

The chef didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly agreed, led the kitchen man out, and carefully helped him close the door.

Standing at the door, the people in the kitchen looked at each other, and a young helper opened his eyes and said reverently: "It's already fragrant enough, and there is a secret recipe..."

The chef lowered his voice and said, "Rich people all have their own family recipes, which is also a kind of heritage."

"Haven't you heard of it? Three generations of wealth can only be seen and eaten, and the family has been rich for at least three generations."

The rest of the people were stunned when they heard it. After all, they are from Ge's hometown. They have seen the world and accepted it quickly. Putting it outside, many people can't think of it.

Wen Yu's ears are sharp, and he could hear the voices outside clearly, so he couldn't help but smile. The Xue family has always been considered wealthy, but it is far from the rich and noble. In the eyes of the real rich and noble, it can only be regarded as a farming and studying family .

Xue Yi is like this, in the era of strict aristocratic family, he is still a child of a poor family.

Don't underestimate the poor family, at least bring a family, the real commoner, even the poor family is far from being able to climb, can only be called a mud leg, common people.

Fortunately, it is no longer the era when the aristocratic family dominates. It doesn't matter what kind of noble and poor family you are.

He melted a drop of spiritual dew into a small bowl of water, added it evenly into the four soup bases, stirred it with a long spoon, and the four different scents were like beauties who had taken off their veils, vying to show off their graceful figures .

The aroma of the hot pan broke through the windows domineeringly, and permeated the entire kitchen courtyard.

"This, what kind of unfathomable culinary skills is this?" The chef was dumbfounded, and once again refreshed his cognition.

The door of the kitchen opened, and Wen Yu Mu Shi said calmly: "Everything is ready, please trouble everyone."

Everyone didn't even dare to say it.

The servants who were waiting for the dishes came and took away the hot pot. The kitchen staff cut and washed the vegetables and poultry that had been prepared, put them on a large tray and put them on the table.

As for the meat prepared by Wen Yumu himself, he didn't ask them to intervene, but took a vegetable mound with a two-foot long knife on it, and moved them into the Nuan Pavilion together.

Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen, Wen Changning, his wife Jiang Shi, and Nangong Jin also arrived.

Nangong Jin not only came by himself, but also brought Queen Xu.

At this time, everyone looked at Wen Yu Mu curiously, Madam Wen asked with a smile, "Oh, Mu'er, what are you doing?"

Wen Yumu bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "During the New Year's Eve, there is nothing to entertain relatives, so let's show everyone a big razor blade."

Nangong clapped his hands and said, "Interesting, interesting!"

Look at that knife is not easy.

Xue Yi stared at him with shining eyes. Although he was still trying to maintain his aloof image, his love was beyond words.

Wen Yumu stood holding the knife, lifting the weight as if it were light, but the heavy knife sliced ​​thin flesh.

The bright red lamb slices are fine in texture, uniform in texture, and look thin, but after being rinsed, they are just right for the mouth, without any smell of mutton, and are extremely tender and fragrant.

Wen Changning exclaimed: "The knives of the knife are really amazing."

Wen Yumu sliced ​​the meat, cleaned his hands and sat down. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Thank you brother for your compliment."

Nangong Jin looked at the four soup bases, and wanted to try each of them. After struggling for a while, he chose red soup and spicy.

He dipped a piece of boiled meat with some seasoning, put it in his mouth, and sighed contentedly: "Eating meat and drinking alcohol is life. It's not in vain that I insist on going out of the palace today."

Jiang Shi and he have known each other since childhood, so they joked: "I heard that Concubine Shu has been spoiled and arrogant recently, if you don't take her with you this time, you might be jealous again if you go back."

When Empress Xu heard this, she looked at Nangong Jin.

One of her and Jiang's is the daughter of An Guogong and the other is the daughter of Zhen Guogong. They are about the same age since they were young, and they are both descendants of the generals, and they also hand in small handkerchiefs.

However, because Wen Changning had worshiped Jiang Guogong as his teacher since he was a child, the Jiang family became acquainted with the emperor again.

This time, Mrs. Jiang couldn't understand Concubine Shu's arrogance, so she took advantage of her friends' jokes to fight for Empress Xu.

Seeing the queen looking at him, Nangong put down his chopsticks, took the queen's hand and said, "Don't worry, Zitong, I just like Concubine Shu's color, no woman in the harem can surpass you."

Hearing these words, he was completely natural and confident.

The queen was obviously not moved at all, and Wen Yumu could feel her speechlessness across the table.

She smiled and lowered her eyes, picked up a chopstick and dipped the meat in the soup for a few times, put it into the emperor's bowl when it was cooked, then withdrew her hand calmly, and said gracefully: "Your Majesty, the meat is cooked."

Wen Yumu couldn't help but want to laugh, he always felt that the queen's subtext was: If you stutter, shut up.