Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

In the early morning, the sky was bright, and the sleeping duo woke up suddenly.

Zhu Jianshen turned over unconsciously in his sleep, just lying down, suddenly opened his eyes, Carp turned over and sat up, shouting: "I want to pee." Eating porridge and fruit is very effective, and the mouth is not It hurts and just wakes up several times a night.

"Here we come." The palace man immediately picked up the tiger and rushed over.

Wan Zhen'er woke up with a start, squinted her eyes, and saw that someone was coming to serve her, so she curled up her legs under the quilt, rolled to the side, and got out of the way of the bed.

After the water was released, another palace servant tied the rope around his trouser waist. Zhu Jian squinted his eyes and rolled back into his quilt. The quilt was still hot, and he fell asleep in a second.

After sleeping for a while, Wan Zhen'er woke up first and got up to get dressed.

Naturally, a court lady came to serve her, helped her comb her hair, put on two kinds of jewelry, and took a few sets of clothes for her to choose. Yesterday's clothes soaked up a lot of kiwi juice, and they were taken off at night to be washed.

Wan Zhen'er chose a pink jacket and a green skirt, which not only gave her a feeling of vitality in spring, but also reminded herself to be as careful as a girl!Even the eunuchs are very attentive!The clothes are matched with pearl earrings, which hang on the ears like two dewdrops.

While dressing in the mirror, I suddenly heard someone recite a poem.

"Only peonies are truly beautiful!" said Zhu Jianshen, who had no appreciation for flowers. It seemed that only the largest peony could match Wan Zhen'er's hulking physique, and other flowers were all small.

As for poetry...he only remembered the line about peonies.

Wan Zhen'er smiled without blushing: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliment~"

"This suit makes you look so fat." Zhu Jianshen took the water glass brought by the maid Er Niu, took a sip, and smashed his mouth: "The mouth doesn't hurt anymore! Uh~ Kiwi really works! I will definitely eat fried fish in the future." Serve with two kiwis."

Wan Zhen'er looked in the mirror again, and felt that she was not very fat. Although her face was a little round, her shoulders were a little wide, and her waist was a little thick, but it was okay...

Zhu Jianshen said: "I want to eat pancakes! The kind you ate at noon yesterday!"

Wan Zhen'er immediately gave orders, the kitchen was already prepared, not for His Royal Highness to eat, but for Lady Wan.

The chef Bai An who made the Tianjin pancakes was kneading the dough, and when he heard this, he immediately threw the dough on the chopping board triumphantly: "What's the matter~ What's the matter~ What did I say~ Tianjin pancakes are the best in the world!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!The dough, which was supposed to be shaken to wake up, was thrown by him with great momentum, like setting off a cannon.

Wan Zhen'er is hanging the bed curtain on the silver hook.

Zhu Jian stretched lazily, was helped by two maids to put on his clothes, his body to put on his trousers, and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his boots before slowly leaving the bed: "It seems like we haven't practiced boxing for a long time." Legs feel a little itchy.

Wan Zhen'er turned pale with shock: "It seems so!"

Sleep in late every morning, eat after waking up, take a walk in the garden after eating, then go back to read, eat snacks, write, have lunch, the baby goes to take a nap, Wan Zhener goes to practice boxing, and then plays chess, games, and chatting , play cats, read novels and anecdotes, continue to play after dinner, and then sleep.

Wan Zhen'er's martial arts training content was a little lazy, and it was cut by half. Zhu Jianshen didn't get up early and didn't feel the crisis of living in the palace, so he simply forgot.

The two sat opposite each other, each holding a pancake fruit with richer ingredients, and gnawed on it.

Zhu Jianshen: "When will you practice martial arts? I don't get up early now, and I wake up hungry every day."

Wan Zhen'er said, "How is the afternoon? It's very warm in the afternoon."

"In another month, it will be very hot in the afternoon."

"What about the morning? I'll go to practice martial arts with an empty stomach first, and then I'll have breakfast."

"No, I can hear your stomach growling every morning."

"Yeah, I woke up very hungry in the middle of the night." Zhu Jian sighed deeply: "I always want to eat." He not only loves to eat, but also has a good appetite. Refreshments and snacks.

He gnawed more than half of a big and rich pancake fruit and burped.

Wan Zhen'er ordered: "Come here with a bowl of porridge, slip away."

So Baby Zhu drank another small bowl of mung bean porridge. He didn't dare to dislike mung bean porridge now. He leaned against the chair with his round belly: "Is this Shandong pancake? It's delicious." It's the first time I ate it, it was so fresh .hiccup~

"The cook said these are Tianjin pancakes, I haven't made them yet." Wan Zhen'er remembered the noodles she made the day before yesterday, and quickly stood up: "I'll go and see the batter."

Zhu Jianshen was full, and sat lazily on the chair, unwilling to move, watching her run out like flying, giggling.

Wan Zhen'er walked quickly to the kitchen: "Where's my noodles! Isn't it broken?"

The cook in the white case quickly replied: "Sister Wan, you're here, it's not bad. I used some to make pancakes today, and I licked some according to the proportion for you. Now it's a little sour." Sister is a respectful title, regardless of a woman's age , call her elder sister if she is a little bit taller than her, and call her according to her status if she is much taller.

"Sour? Isn't it bad if it's sour?"

The cook couldn't help but feel ashamed, co-author you don't understand anything: "Here, listen to my explanation. This is how the dough is, it is slowly soured and bubbles, or steamed or baked, it's just plain. Usually, I have to keep an old noodle starter (old yeast head), which is added when steaming steamed buns and kneading noodles. Well, when steaming, add a little alkaline noodles to the sour noodles, and it won’t be sour when you pull it together.”

Wan Zhen'er nodded with a sinking face: "I see." Adding alkali... the smell of alkali is disgusting, how much should I add?Find someone to help me add it.

She strolled back again, and tried again when His Highness was taking a nap.

Zhu Jianshen stroked the cat after dinner as usual, and suddenly he wanted to try riding on the cat. The cat was big and strong, and he grabbed the cat's two front legs and stepped up. Like a string of arrows, it rushed out.

Baby Zhu didn't react, didn't stand still, and sat down on the ground.

Suddenly, I felt my butt broke into eight petals, and I cried again with a loud voice.

The maids coaxed him for a long time and failed to coax him well.

Zhu Jianshen rubbed his buttocks, heartbroken.

Wan Zhen'er followed the cry and looked for it in the garden: "Your Highness, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

Zhu Jian cried deeply, but felt wronged: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(oo(ee(y)

Wan Zhen'er was speechless for a while, not knowing whether to say that cats are not for riding, or that bad cats have dropped babies: "Want to ride a big black rabbit?"

"miss you!"

A group of people went to the stables to see the big black rabbit. The big black rabbit has lost weight recently, and the food quality in the palace is a little worse than that in the palace. They walked around the open space in the yard twice.

Bai Ying came over and reported: "His Royal Highness, the swing has been set up."

A group of people went to play on the swing again. The witty Bai Ying made the swing very strong and made two.

Baby Zhu stood on the swing, grasping the left and right ropes with both hands, shaking hard for a long time, not knowing how to swing. "Sister Wan, push me~"

Wan Zhen'er rubbed her hands nervously: "Is that okay? Can you push? You can stand still."

"Yeah! Come on~"

Wan Zhen'er gently pushed it with the strength of pinching pastry. From the principle of gravity, this little force-no push.

Two more pushes, let him float up gently.

"Hahahahahahaha it's so fun~"

"Oh oh oh oh I'm going to fly~"

"Hahahahahahaha~"

After playing for half an hour, Wan Zhen'er was so nervous that she was exhausted. She squatted beside her and gasped for breath: "Jian Shen, are you still playing? We also said that we are going to practice boxing today."

A palace man next to him looked at the sundial: "Your Highness, it's time for lunch."

I went to have lunch again, and still took a nap after lunch.

Wan Zhen'er took the time to listen to Madam Zhu's class, and after class went to the kitchen to study Shandong pancakes.

Master Baian pretended to be very serious, serious, and solemnly sprinkled alkaline noodles-he has been a cook for decades!Close your eyes and weigh it, you know how much alkali you have to sprinkle.

After the batter is stirred well, there is no sour taste, just a pot of batter full of bubbles.

The special pancake pan is placed on a specially built stove, and the oilcloth is placed in the bowl next to it, and the large iron spoon, wooden scraper, and iron shovel are placed very smoothly.

Someone came to light the fire, and the small fire slowly heated the pot.

Another fawning cook wiped the hot pot with an oilcloth: "The pot is ready, you old man can do it."

Wan Zhen'er scooped up a spoonful of batter, poured it on the hot pan, and waited quietly.

The batter spreads and runs over the pan.

The people next to me waited with wide-eyed eyes, some who knew how to cook and some who knew how to watch, and they all wondered why she didn't use a scraper to scrape the batter evenly and thinly.

It was cooked soon, and turned into a half-thin pancake with strange shapes and claws.

Wan Zhen'er is still surprised. When I was a child, I followed my mother and regarded it as pancakes. That's how it is done. When a spoonful of batter is poured on it, it will become a thin sheet. Why is this pancake not as thin as the pancake I ate in the morning? .In a flash of inspiration, she figured out what the wooden scraper was for, and tried another one.

The effect is better, but it is still unsuccessful, not like pancakes, but like splashed ink landscape, the black is the pot, and the yellow is the noodles.

The people next to him wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Suddenly I heard someone talking in my ear: "Huh! What you make is also called pancakes? Come on!"

Wan Zhen'er suddenly felt cold, and then her hands moved involuntarily. She shoveled off the cake on the pan, re-oiled it, and poured a spoonful of batter. The familiar voice said: Do you know how hard you are? Huh? I haven’t found out yet, but Lao Tzu is your master.”

Wan Zhen'er: "Master? Why are you here?"

Wen Si was leaning over her, and skillfully made a few pancakes: "I have nothing to do, I fried some lard residue for you to eat. I saw your face when I first came here. I will teach you how to make pancakes, learn it well The craftsmanship of being a teacher is well-known in the three realms, God Haotian almost appointed me as the God of Cooking, and how many gods invited me to cook the spoon when they had a feast." If God Haotian knew me, he would definitely make me the God of Cooking of!

Wan Zhen'er looked at her hands skillfully making pancakes in fear: "Master, where are you now? Why can't I move?"