When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

"It smells so good!"

Because of entertaining Darcy yesterday, everyone went to bed late.Even though the two ladies of the Bingley family woke up early, they were still washing and making up slowly in the living room at this time.

Only Bingley got up the earliest. He came down from the bedroom upstairs full of energy, and smelled the fragrance of pasta as soon as he arrived in the hall.

He involuntarily walked in, this time it was good, a more intense smell suddenly seized his sense of smell, the smell of burnt, meat, and sweet mixed together, it is really hard to immerse yourself in it .

Bingley was taken aback and couldn't help admiring, "What's this smell? What did Mrs. Billy do this morning? I've never smelled such a scent before!"

Bingley was a cheerful young man who didn't care about etiquette. As soon as he smelled this smell, he happily stopped going to the hall and went to the kitchen instead.

He was still laughing loudly while walking, "Praise God! Mrs. Billy, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. If this continues, even for your craftsmanship, I think I have to buy Netherfield !"

He strode into the kitchen and asked excitedly, "What's for breakfast today?"

All the maids in the kitchen looked embarrassed, their eyes drifted left and right, those who looked at the toes looked at the toes, and those who looked at the ceiling looked at the ceiling, but no one was willing to look at Bentley.

And Mrs. Billy, the cook who was praised by Bingley, flushed even more, and clasped her hands awkwardly with her back to him, refusing to turn her head.

Only a little girl with a bun laughed, "Is that Mr. Bingley? If Mrs. Billy could answer you, probably breakfast this morning is bread with jam, peanut butter and butter, or broth."

Undoubtedly, Bingley's compliments to the maids in the kitchen could be clearly heard - think about it, the hall and the kitchen are separated by a door, and this door is usually not closed in the morning.Not to mention that Bentley said it aloud several times, and the words were as clear as they were whispered right next to his ear.

However, the most embarrassing thing for Mrs. Billy was that these alluring aromas obviously did not come from the breakfast she made, but made by the little girl she was ridiculed just now.

Every trace of scent wafting from the kitchen was like a sharp whip, which slammed into Mrs. Billy's face, making her blush almost as red as a monkey's butt...

No matter how dull Bingley was, he could sense something was wrong at this moment, but he didn't feel Mrs. Billy's embarrassment at all. Instead, he leaned up to the young lady and smiled, "I know you, you are one of the maids brought by Miss Darcy. one of them, right?"

Qing Niang smiled and nodded, "Yes, my name is Qing Niang."

She reached out to take down the steaming two-layer steamer from the stove, picked up the spoon and stirred in the bubbling and bubbling pot, scooped up a spoonful of clear and transparent soup mixed with white filaments and put it in a small bowl. inside the bowl.

Bingley looked helplessly at the small bowl of soup that Qing Niang was holding, as if he wanted to grab it with his hands and drink it up, he was absent-minded when he spoke, "Ah, your name is Qing Niang, yes

Yes, I understand. "

Qing Niang smiled, took a spoon and put it in the bowl.

Bingli was overjoyed, thinking that this was what Qing Niang brought for him to drink, he even stretched out his hand.

Unexpectedly, Qing Niang picked up the spoon and stirred it slightly in the bowl, scooped up a shallow spoonful, brought it to her mouth to taste, then scooped up two spoonfuls and swallowed it.

Well, I just scooped up a shallow spoon, and now there is nothing left in the bowl.Bingley was greatly disappointed, looked at the soup bowl full of reluctance, and sighed repeatedly.

— What a joke!Qing Niang was in charge of the 24 Divisions of the Sixth Bureau back then, and besides Wu Zhao, she had never served soup to anyone else!

Qing Niang stopped after tasting the taste, she put down the bowl, opened the two layers of steamer one by one to check the appearance inside.

Bentley quickly craned his neck and looked over eagerly.The maids also secretly looked at her casually, and even Mrs. Billy, who was so ashamed and kept her back to the young lady, couldn't help turning around and looking this way secretly.

Inside the steamer on the first floor are crystal shrimp dumplings that look like blooming flowers, delicate petals. Through the crystal clear skin, you can see the red, green and green inside.A whole shrimp with red and white stripes is right on the back of the steamed dumpling, and its curved body fits the curvature of the dumpling, showing it completely.

There are several small steamed cakes in the other layer of the steamer. The most surprising thing is that the steamed cakes are divided into three layers, and each layer has a different color. The white base is layered with light red and dark brown layers. People can't move their eyes.

At this time, a slender hand stretched out a silver spoon, tilted it slightly, and poured a spoonful of golden and bright honey evenly on the steamed cake.

"Gudong." I don't know who swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. Qing Niang seemed to have not heard, and put the lids on the two layers of steamers one by one, and said to herself: "The crystal shrimp dumplings and the three-yuan cake are both okay. , the taste of the white dragon's squid is decent, let's serve it out—this morning, shall we?"

From the soup pot, she filled a silver bowl full of "Bailong 臛", closed the lid, and carefully placed it on the tray. Finally, she put the small silver bowl on it, and took a set of knives and forks and placed it neatly on the tray. side.

Qing Niang wiped the edge of the tray with a clean napkin, then nodded in satisfaction, picked up the tray and said with a smile: "Mr. Bingley, our lady should be up by now, so I won't stay any longer?"

Bingley seemed to have just recovered from the shock of these delicacies, he smiled dryly, and asked, "Is this, are these breakfasts for Miss Darcy—oh, no, no, no, I'm not That means, I mean, I mean, Miss Darcy won't dine with us this morning?"

Qingniang smiled and said: "Miss was really tired from the journey yesterday, and she had a fever, so she asked me to apologize to everyone, and I won't have dinner together this morning, so as not to make everyone sick."

"No, I don't mind!" Bingley blurted out, and he felt a little embarrassed after he finished speaking, and quickly added, "Everyone won't mind, and they all want to have a good time with Miss Darcy."

His eyes were almost glued to the tray, how could Qing Niang fail to see his purpose, she couldn't help feeling

This Mr. Bingley was so innocent and cute, but he still refused him cruelly, "No need, let's have dinner together at noon. Miss must be feeling extremely uncomfortable at this time, and she doesn't want to get up."

"Oh, okay." Bingley couldn't hide his disappointment, he finally looked reluctantly at the tray in Qingniang's hand, and turned sideways to get out of the way, "Please, Miss Qingniang."

Qing Niang smiled at him, and slowly walked out of the kitchen with the tray, heading for Wu Zhao's bedroom.

Bingley almost watched her back disappear up the stairs before turning his eyes back - he saw the "White Dragon Nugget" still steaming on the stove...

"Ah! Serve this out, I'll have this for breakfast!" Bingley yelled, fearing that someone would steal it from him, he picked up the bowl and stood in front of the stove, staring at the soup pot.

It's a pity that there are not many left, and the full count is just two small bowls. Bentley ate it up in just three or five mouthfuls.Reluctantly, he stretched out his head to look at the soup pot again and again, and repeatedly confirmed: "Is there no more? Qing Niang really made these?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he looked away in disappointment.

Bingley had just accepted this fact, and regretfully put down the bowl in his hand, when he heard Caroline's surprised voice from outside the door.

"Charles? What are you doing?"