dressed as a scholar

"I've been waiting for a while, why did I come by myself? It's cold and let the servants bring it."

Qiao Hezhi looked at Fang Yu with a smile and said, "I just came here too, it's okay."

"What did you cook today?" Fang Yu took the food box, and the outside of the wooden box was warm: "Can you eat?"

"I fried the pork ribs and stewed a soup. I'll eat it when I go back."

Fang Yu responded, and looked at the food box expectantly upon hearing the words, Qiao Hezhi saw this and said: "My lord, go back to the cafeteria to eat. It's cold outside, so I'll go back first."

People other than students are not allowed to enter the academy, and the meals have to be delivered outside. Fang Yu originally wanted Qiao Hezhi to eat with him, but there was no place outside, so he had to say: "Okay. Then you go back sooner." Go eat."

Qiao Hezhi nodded in agreement, and watched Fang Yu enter the academy before he got into the sedan chair.

"Master Ma, hurry up."

Si Yu glanced at her young master, and said with a smile: "Young master, you are hungry and in a hurry to go home? Let's buy some pastries on the street to pad our stomachs."

"I'm not hungry yet." Qiao Hezhi said patiently: "When the lord went out in the morning, I asked him to wear an extra piece of clothes. After all, scholars like neat demeanor and don't want to wear bloated clothes. The clothes in the academy are made thin, and they are not Keep warm. I saw that his fingers were stiff and red when he came out just now. It is easy to stay awake in the cold, but it is not easy to write with a pen. I will go back earlier to sew the lining and make a quilted cotton. It will not show up when I wear it inside Bloated and warm."

"Young Master, at present, everything is considered for the Lord."

"He also took care of me a lot, and besides..." Qiao Hezhi lowered his head and smiled: "This is how a couple should be."

Si Yu said reassuringly: "The servant also sent someone home to report a letter to the master and wife, so that the family can feel at ease."

Qiao Hezhi knew what Si Yu meant, and suddenly felt a little guilty. In fact, nothing happened between him and Fang Yu, but now the whole house thinks that he and Fang Yu have consummated their marriage. Everyone treats him very politely today. If you know the truth, you can't let anyone else know, including Si Yu, but it's good to report a letter when you go home. His parents are already worried about him. In the past, they loved him in the house. Now that he is married, he can't do everything. They all cried to their mothers, and it was time for him to save his family's worries.

"Go ahead, remember to measure."

Fang Yu took the food box to the cafeteria. There were already many scholars eating in the hall. In summer, everyone can eat in the pavilion street outside the academy, but today it is cold, and everyone can only shrink to Come inside the cafeteria, at least it can shelter from the wind and rain, and moreover, it is warmer than in the lecture hall when there are so many people.

He found a place and eagerly opened the food box, and the scent locked in the box burst out.

He took out the dishes in the food box one by one. The first dish was a plate of polished rice, and the bottom was a fried golden brown and crispy pork ribs. After smelling the aroma, they were still garlic pork ribs marinated with garlic. Even if a piece is caught, it is still hot, the ribs are charred on the outside and juicy on the inside, very crispy.

Then there was a pile of stir-fried vegetables, Fang Yu thought that was all, but unexpectedly there was a soup at the bottom of the food box. When the lid was removed, it turned out to be stewed pigeon. It takes an hour to make such a good soup.

He added half a bowl and gradually tasted it. The so-called slow-cooked thick soup is his favorite drink, which can boost the vitality of the body. A cup of pigeon soup can be said to warm his heart.

"Did you order this man's meal at Qionghua Building?"

Fang Yu raised his head when he heard the words, and saw a student with a round face suddenly approaching two seats away from him, staring at his food and talking to him.

"But there is no such ribs in the menu of Qionghualou."

Fang Yu saw that this person seemed to be very interested in eating, so he said a few more words: "Sincerely, this is not a meal ordered by a restaurant, it is delivered from home."

The scholar's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he became more interested immediately: "There is such a skilled chef in my dear brother's house?"

Fang Yu smiled: "Brother, why don't you bring a pair of chopsticks and try it together?"

"Respect is worse than obedience!"

The scholar really took his chopsticks and sat up. Fang Yu didn't hesitate to see people, so he quickly set out the dishes. It's not fun to eat good dishes alone, but it's more enjoyable when there are many people.

"Okay, okay, these ribs are good, the meat is not soft and tender, not like the lean meat of ordinary white pigs, if I guessed correctly, it should be the ribs of black-skinned pigs, this breed of pigs runs around all the year round, and the meat is firmer than white pigs." Scholar He squinted his eyes and praised the pork ribs that he gnawed: "Marinated with minced garlic, deep-fried to enhance its aroma, but not burnt. When the minced garlic on the ribs was carefully removed before putting into the oil pan, the skin is golden and crispy, and it must be warm." Re-fried."

Fang Yu's eyes lit up: "Brother, you are an expert, you have such a clear understanding of food."

"I'm just a small skill, or is my dear cook with a heart, I don't know where to ask for it?"

Fang Yu said with a smile: "It's not the hired cook, it's my husband who did it. I'm laughing at you."

The scholar suddenly realized, and immediately followed with a smile and said: "Sure enough, only Fu Lang would be so considerate. I really envy others."

The two chatted happily, and together they finished the meal.

Although the pork ribs are delicious, the only fly in the ointment is the smell of garlic. This is why places like Qionghualou, which boast of being elegant, are unwilling to put their dishes on the menu even though they know the taste is good.

Fang Yu decided to finish reading silently in the classroom in the afternoon, so he wished this dear brother good luck in advance, so that he would not be called by his master to talk about the article.

He put the plate away in the food box and saw something like dry grass roots at the bottom of the box, and was wondering when it fell into it, so the scholar exclaimed: "My dear brother, my husband is really careful, and he even prepared cloves. "

Cloves can be chewed to give off a fragrance. It is a common product to freshen the bad breath at this time. Fang Yu is stunned holding the cloves. Xiao Qiao is really careful.

"Come on, brother, take some."

The scholar accepted it gratefully, and said: "My lord, Li Yun, thank you for your hospitality today, and I will invite you back in the future. I don't know your name?"

"Mianzun's surname is Fang, so call me Fang Yu."

Li Yun nodded: "It's time to go back to the lecture hall soon, Brother Fang, we will have another dish and tea in the future."

Fang Yu said: "It's so good, let's go to the newly opened Huangliang Yimeng to have a drink together some other day."

……

Back in the classroom, some students were already scratching their heads and writing articles, and Fang Yu glanced at them as he passed by.

There are some writings about Jin, Wu, Ping and Wu being arbitrarily restrained, and some writing about Qi Huan's full-time Guan Zhong and hegemony. The topics are different, but most of them are biased towards the emperor's policy and the appointment of talented people. Fang Yu found that it was his own He chose Nongsang's student, and he thought that he would not be the only one in the classroom, and he would be carefully inspected by the teacher at that time.

But after thinking about it, agriculture and mulberry are also a major issue for the country, and moreover, today's world emphasizes agriculture and suppresses business, so those who write about it should not be trained, so he gave up the idea of ​​reselecting the topic and writing again.

Before ringing the bell, he went to the library to borrow two books, a collection of poems and prose, and a collection of policy questions. He took notes in the afternoon, but he could find something to do, but he just sat for a long time and felt cold. It would be great if I could wear my own cloak and cotton padded jacket to class, but it is a pity that the academy has put in good intentions and requires students to dress uniformly and not to wear gold and silver ornaments, so as to reduce the competition among students and focus on studying.

Fang Yu has to rub his hands when he writes two paragraphs. Notes in Maoji are not as convenient and easy to use as signature pens and fountain pens. His hands are stiff and crooked when writing. He has to make two pens when he thinks he is free.

After school was over early in the afternoon, Fang Yu didn't stay long. The first person waiting outside the academy was Xuezhu, and the family's carriage also rushed over. Fortunately, Xuezhu didn't drive out the largest and most luxurious carriage in the family.

He jumped into the carriage, which was already very warm with the stove placed in advance.

Xue Zhu immediately brought out a bowl of hot soup from the food box: "My lord, drink some soup to warm your body."

Seeing that it was ginger soup, Fang Yu secretly sighed that it was so sweet, and quickly picked it up and took a sip, but a pungent throat-piercing taste hit his nostrils, and he almost spit it out.

"Little Qiao boiled so much ginger in it."

Xue Zhu paused when she heard the words, and said: "This is made by Miss Biao."

"Miss Biao, what Miss Biao?"

Xuezhu looked at Fang Yu in surprise: "It's the cousin girl of the Yin family in Fangzui Village, Yin Rao'er."

Fang Yu immediately understood, and handed the soup back to Xue Zhu, wondering: "Why did she come? She even made soup at home?"

Xuezhu couldn't tell whether Fang Yu was happy or not for a while, so she said truthfully: "Miss Biao said she came to the city to pull a few bolts of winter cotton to make clothes, thinking that she hadn't seen the old lady for a few days and missed her so much, so she came here The mansion. Originally, I wanted to pick up the Lord, but when I was making soup, my hands were burned, so I invited a doctor to stay at home, so I couldn't come."

Fang Yu squinted at the ginger soup. This skill could still burn his hands. He couldn't help being a little suspicious. Although we can't ask everyone to be like Qiao Hezhi in craftsmanship, as peasant girls, most of them are hardworking and agile, so they don't have to make ginger soup. I burned my hands.

"Is the person still in the house now?"

"Here I am."

Fang Yu thought for a while and said, "Where is your son?"

Xuezhu replied: "Miss Biao came over in the afternoon and the old lady asked the young master to go over and have some snacks with her."

"Let the coachman move faster."