light wine brewed tea

Fang Zesheng didn't make a sound, and when Fu Jingxuan finished speaking, his eyes were calm, so the dumb uncle pushed him into the study and closed the door.

Fu Jingxuan stood there for a while, then turned and went back to the room, without saying a word all night.

The next day.

The sky is blue and the birds are chirping.

Chunri just got started, and immediately came to an end. As a dowry servant, Sanbao asked the lady who sells eggs in sugar water at the back door of Fu's house before she came, asking if the new daughter-in-law would be bullied by her in-laws when she entered the house. Hearing the tears streaming down his face, he opened up the conversation, and dragged Sanbao to babble for several hours, shaking out all the grievances he had suffered at his in-law's house, as dangerous as fighting on the battlefield!She was able to escape from the dead thanks to her husband.

The aunt cried convulsively, and Sanbao was flustered when she heard it. An ordinary family is so scheming, how can a big family like Fang's family bully their substitute master and servant?

What's more, the aunt is still covered by her husband, Fang Da is a cripple who can't tell who is covering who!Holding dozens of eggs bought from the poor aunt, he sighed and planned the whole journey, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

Now that the eggs have not been finished, the time to meet the enemy is coming. Sanbao woke up early in the morning and took a wooden stick in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right. He frightened the second young master Fu who went out with a yawn, "What are you doing?" ?”

Sanbao said: "Accompany the young master to serve tea!"

Fu Jingxuan said, "What kind of tea are you offering?"

"The new relatives have just entered the door, aren't they going to offer tea to the elders?"

Fu Jingxuan glanced at the corner of the skirt exposed outside the courtyard door, and said without hesitation: "Where are the elders? The Fang family is worthy of my tea. All the people who are worthy of my tea have gone to the west. It's better to choose a day to go to the grave." .”

Sanbao thought it was reasonable, and as soon as he threw the stick aside, he smelled a strong smell of smoke, and the dumb uncle ran out of the east kitchen with a broken cattail fan in a disheveled face, choking and vomiting.Fu Jingxuan hurried over and asked, "Uncle Zhou, what's the matter?"

Uncle Dumb was originally surnamed Zhou, and he followed Fang Changru in business and bookkeeping earlier. He was doing housekeeping, not just serving people.Seeing Fu Jingxuan's eye circles were red, he saluted him as a greeting, Fu Jingxuan hurriedly helped him up, and looked into the kitchen, "Are you cooking?"

The dumb uncle gestured and said: I didn't do well, I choked on the second master.

Fu Jingxuan shook his head, took the cattail fan in his hand and asked, "You are the only master and servant left in this yard? Where are the others?"

A trace of melancholy flashed across Uncle Dumb's eyes, and he smiled embarrassingly, pointing to the room, meaning: Er Ye should go back to his room to rest first, and I'll cook right away, and I'll be fine later.

Fu Jingxuan ignored it, and went into the kitchen with Sanbao, and saw a half-dead rooster on the chopping board, and a romping carp thrown in the bucket. Do it, practice makes perfect.Ordinary people don’t need a lot of places to cook, and one pot and one stove are enough to make ends meet, but the Fang family is different. There is a clear division of labor between cold and hot dishes, and there is a saying for pasta and sweet soup. Fang Changru was a particular person during his lifetime. It's a big kitchen, decorated like an official's house, but now it's full of dust, and there's no one there. The pickle jar at the foot is very clean, and it can be seen that it is often used.Fu Jingxuan closed his eyes, threw down the cattail leaf fan, took the kitchen knife in Sanbao's hand, and stabbed the still-breathing chicken's neck again, giving it a good time.

I don't know what Fang Zesheng has been through these years. Fu Jingxuan has checked the cause and effect. Although he can't clearly know what happened to the Fang family, since Fang Changru left, Mrs. Wang wanted to change the Fang family's name. It's not fake.

Fu Erye frowned slightly, took a kitchen knife and chopped it on the chopping board more than a dozen times. For Weicaoguo, blanch the chicken nuggets in water, cook for half an hour, and pour a little fragrant sauce over the pan.

The whole dish was cooked in one go, and Sanbao was dumbfounded the whole time, and said in disbelief: "Master, you can cook?"

Second Master Fu glanced at him, held a plate of fragrant white chicken, and said, "What's so difficult about cooking? I used to follow my mother's ears and eyes, and it will come naturally after watching it."

Sanbao said: "Then why haven't you seen the young master do it before?"

Second Master Fu smiled and said, "I cook myself, what else do you have to do?"

Sanbao was right when he thought about it, tears filled his eyes instantly, he snatched Fu Jingxuan's hand that was going to catch fish, and hurriedly said: "Let me do it."

Fu Jingxuan laughed, patted him on the shoulder, took the plate of steaming white chicken, filled two more bowls of porridge, put a tablespoon of sugar in each, and walked leisurely to the study.

Fang Zesheng had difficulty moving, and most of the doors of the study room were ajar. He didn't go back to his room last night, and today he asked the dumb uncle to carry out a set of quilts from the inner room and put them on the wooden couch behind the ink screen. He obviously didn't want to be with Fu. Jing Xuan had too much contact.

When Fu Jingxuan entered the door, he saw a few idle books on the table, and a pair of unfinished handwriting. The handwriting was smooth and smooth, and the bones were clear. The only fly in the ointment was that there were two drops of ink on the rice paper, as if the writing had stagnated. Forget strokes.

Fang Zesheng was reading a book, reading it so seriously that he didn't even hear the sound of footsteps. Fu Jingxuan put the wooden tray in his hand on the table, and walked lightly behind Fang Zesheng.

Sandalwood wafted up, and the incense stick beside the pen holder was half burned, and Fu Jingxuan asked in doubt: "Do you think this scholar surnamed Liu will really be lured by a fox demon to suck up his yang energy and delay his entrance to Beijing for the exam?"

Fang Zesheng was obviously taken aback, his wandering eyes focused on the pages of the book that hadn't been turned for a long time. There was a picture of a erotic palace painted on the book, a nine-tailed fox demon with breasts and breasts was entangled with a disheveled handsome Xiu Cai.Fu Jingxuan watched with gusto, seeing that he hadn't moved for a long while, he leaned on the back of the chair with his left hand, put his right hand over his shoulder, leaned down to help him turn a page, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the boss to be serious on the face, but he would be so serious in private." I secretly read this kind of sensual storybook, and I can’t take my eyes off it, so I forgot to turn the page.”