Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

Cen Ling felt that Xu Fengjin had misunderstood Zhao Yu, and went to the kitchen of the outer house early the next morning to get a fish, carried it to the courtyard, let it swim around in the water basin and stared at Xu Fengjin, Xu Fengjin squatted on the ground and said, "If you say you're stupid, you'll be really stupid. Believe it or not, I treated Zhao Yu well today, and he immediately gave me back ten and twenty cents."

Cen Ling squatted on the ground with him: "Why, why?"

Xu Fengjin said: "Because he is small-minded. I saw his embarrassment that day. It wasn't enough for him to make me feel that I was wrong. He also had to make me feel that I was wrong, and I regretted it."

Cen Ling thought for a while, then whispered, "According to what Ah Jin told me before, you climbed onto the prince's bed to tease him...then, that's your mistake..."

Xu Fengjin asked sideways, "Are you stupid with reading?"

Cen Ling lowered her head and was speechless: "Yes, but..."

"But what? I was wrong before, but he can't use falsehood to tease my sincerity. I don't care if he is intentional or not, but he just teased me for nothing. If it were you, would you be dead set? You have to be kind, but kindness is kindness, stupidity is stupidity,? Even masters and servants and friends have to treat each other sincerely. If he doesn’t treat me sincerely, I will rush to work for him? If he said that he took me from Li Sida saved it, so it was a deal." He picked up the rolling pin beside him and said, "I guess he will come to help when he finds out that I have to cook by myself."

Cen Ling asked, "Why..."

Xu Fengjin stood up and glanced at Cen Ling: "Because he asked me to acknowledge his kindness and praise him. Do you think he is a good person? He is, because you can't find fault with him. You say he is a good person." Bad guy? He is too, because he never treated you sincerely from the beginning to the end. "

Cen Ling followed and stood up, and she saw Zhao Yu enter the door: "So Ah Jin, you are going to be with the prince again..."

Xu Fengjin shook his head: "I can't fight him, so I won't fight him."

But I want to see if a person like him has sincerity. If the sincerity is exchanged for falsehood, can falsehood become true?

Zhao Yu often feeds the fish, koi in the garden pond, golden scales and jade, a handful of fish feed down, and they come flocking with tulle fan tails, but he has never killed a fish.

At this moment, Xu Fengjin was holding the rolling pin, full of momentum, and the fish in the basin probably knew that the time limit was approaching, and exhausted all his strength to turn over and straighten up, Zhao Yu took a few steps back and asked, "Is the princess trying to knock it out?"

Seemingly experienced, Xu Fengjin rolled up his sleeves, raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit with all his strength, the basin was immediately splashed with water, and Zhao Yu felt a chill on his face, but he still couldn't escape the arrangement of fate. Wiping his face, he saw Xu Fengjin slapped the head of the fish several times, making himself covered in water and extremely embarrassed, he couldn't help laughing, he didn't know if he intentionally hurt eight hundred enemies and self-inflicted one thousand, or if he really didn't know how to do it.

Could it be the former? Xu Fengjin is smart and clever, how could he use such a stupid method?Thinking about it, Zhao Yu took out a square scarf and handed it over.

Xu Fengjin was in a hurry to fish out the river fish, stretched his neck and approached Zhao Yu: "My lord wipe it for me, I can't hold it anymore."

The fish was slippery and really unstable, Zhao Yu had no choice but to ask him to raise his head to help him wipe his face, and then asked, "How does the princess want to make this fish?"

Xu Fengjin's eyes sparkled, he looked up and smiled and said, "My lord, do you remember that I told you about a dish the day I entered Beijing?"

The square scarf brushed his eyebrows, and Zhao Yu asked him to close one eye: "Remember, didn't the concubine make it up to tease the king?"

Xu Fengjin stuck out the tip of her tongue: "It's my fault for being ignorant at the time, but since I can say it, I guess I can make it, but the taste can't be guaranteed. If it doesn't taste good, don't dislike it, my lord."

Zhao Yu said: "Of course I won't dislike it." Seeing that there was a transparent fish scale on his cheek, he gently pinched it up, and the lines of his fingertips slid across the creamy skin. It was obviously just between opening and closing, but he felt inexplicably calm and windy. Time stagnated, the eyes of the two collided, and they staggered at the same time without haste.

Xu Fengjin said, "Does the lord want to cook fish with me?"

"Okay, but this king has never been in the kitchen." Zhao Yu moved his hand away, and the warm scales were still on the fingertips.

Xu Fengjin clasped the gills of the fish with one hand, rubbed the slightly itchy cheek with the back of his hand, and said with narrowed eyes, "I'll teach the prince."

The kitchen in the inner house had been empty for a long time, and Xu Fengjin often ate at the same table with Zhao Yu. Even if Zhao Yu was not at the house, the cook from the outer house would have prepared it and brought it to him.

There was a river fish weighing two catties on the chopping board, and the scales and gills had to be scraped off first, and the belly had to be disembowelled. Xu Fengjin was wearing a moon-white gown, and Cen Ling went to the outside kitchen to pick up a gown because he was afraid that it would get dirty. Yi, and handed him a crescent moon knife. After the arrangements were made, he followed Cheng Qiao to the door to guard, leaving only Zhao and Xu, facing the dead fish with white eyes, not knowing where to start.

"Don't you know how to do it?" Zhao Yu asked Xu Fengjin who had been sharpening his sword but hadn't made it for a long time.

Xu Fengjin said: "I know how to do it, but I have never cleaned it from the inside to the outside like this."

Zhao Yu said: "Then what should I do? Why don't you ask the cook to come over..."

"No, no, no." Xu Fengjin said, "The dishes I created naturally require me to do it myself." Then he looked at death like home, hooked the blade back on the scales, and said: "My lord, stay away, don't get it on your body."

Zhao Yu took a few steps back, saw the clothes on the side again and said, "Tie up the clothes first, so as not to get dirty."

As soon as Xu Fengjin got into position, he couldn't move his hands, so he said, "How about helping me again, my lord?"

While Zhao Yu was hesitating, Xu Fengjin had already moved his hands, "wiping" a few times, and the scales were flying. Seeing that he didn't care about it, Zhao Wangye hesitated for a while, took the cloak around his slender waist, and tied it in a knot.

If there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three. If they say they are cooking fish together, how can Xu Fengjin let Prince Zhao stand aside by himself?

After stumbling to get rid of the scales, I picked up the scissors and cut the belly, and took out the belly full of offal, which is half the success.

Xu Fengjin was talking nonsense that day, and for a moment he couldn't remember how to use the materials. There were all kinds of bottles and cans on the stove, and his name was written on peach blossom paper. He walked up to Zhao Yu with a small bowl, and asked cheekily: "I was How was it arranged?"

Prince Zhao had a good memory, and while laughing that he couldn't remember his lies, he helped pick spices.

"You said that day that you would marinate for half a month." Zhao Yu took two bay leaves and put them in Xu Fengjin's small bowl.

Xu Fengjin said: "Let's save it. Seeing the midsummer, won't it stink after half a month of pickling?"

Zhao Yu said: "You also know that it will stink? You bully me because I don't know how to cook, so I talk nonsense, but I heard that pickles need to be dried with a lot of salt to keep them from rot."

Xu Fengjin said: "It's time to try it tomorrow, but the prince is weak, can he eat it?"

Zhao Yu took two grass fruit nutmegs again: "Then it's up to the princess to find a way."

Xu Fengjin said: "If it's really made, I'll put a bowl of water on hand and if the lord wants to eat, I'll take a piece of it and put it on your plate."

Zhao Yu went to fetch a jar of apricot blossom wine from the wooden stand opposite the stove, and said with a smile, "If the princess feeds it directly into my mouth, wouldn't it be enough to take care of a three-year-old child?"

Xu Fengjin checked the spices and said casually, "It's not impossible to feed it in your mouth..."

When the voice fell, Zhao Yu suddenly stopped talking, and Xu Fengjin suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the kitchen became quiet for a while, it was just a few small talk, but after careful consideration, there was something strange.

Xu Fengjin changed the fish meat into a knife, and repeated the quarrel: "The prince is so picky about his taste, he is like a three-year-old child."

"I made the concubine laugh." Zhao Yu poured sweet apricot wine into a shallow porcelain jar, and asked him to put fish in it to taste.

Xu Fengjin asked: "My lord really doesn't like all kinds of delicacies? Whether it's sweet, sour, bitter, or spicy, it's better than bland, isn't it?"

Zhao Yudao: "Whether it's delicious food or wine or beautiful scenery, it's easy to sink people, so relax your vigilance."

Xu Fengjin asked again: "Has the lord ever fallen into obsession?"

Zhao Yu didn't hide the reason: "This king used to like blind cakes very much, and he ate two pieces of cakes every day, but he was poisoned by someone carelessly and almost died. Since then, I feel dull and clean In vain, even a little smell can be discerned."

Xu Fengjin understood, lit the fire and put the spices into the pot.

At noon, Zhao Yu stayed in the inner house for dinner, and there was a plate of not-so-good-looking river fish in black sauce on the table. Zhao Yu was rarely puzzled: "This king will help you count the time, should it be burnt?"

Xu Fengjin tasted it, shook his head and said, "It's not burnt."

Zhao Yu: "That's it?"

Xu Fengjin said solemnly: "It's because there are too many spices and the color is too heavy, but the taste is still good." Fearing that Zhao Yu would not believe it, he said, "My lord has been careful about eating for many years. I have a sense of proportion, so naturally I won't make random jokes."

Zhao Yu also picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth, raised his eyes and said, "It really has a strong taste."

Xu Fengjin asked Cen Ling to bring in a bowl of water and put it at hand, picked up a neat piece of garlic clove meat, rinsed it, and put it on Zhao Yu's plate: "How about we try it another day? You can put less spices, I think it will taste better." .”

Zhao Yu said: "As the princess likes."

Xu Fengjin said again: "This is also a dish that the prince and I finished together, why not give it a name."

Zhao Yu thought for a while: "Stew river fish with ink and spices?"

Xu Fengjin looked disgusted: "It's thanks to the prince who has read a lot of poetry and books, why is it not elegant at all?"

Zhao Yu: "Oh? What does the princess mean?"

Xu Fengjin grinned: "This is Xu Fengjin's Jin in "Jin Yu's Love", and Yu Wangye's Yu."