Chapter 64: Such a Confession

Shen Shaoguang was peeling cabbage in the kitchen.

Pucai, only knew the most beautiful ones in Huaian and Jinan in previous life.

Huai'an is south of Huai'an. In late spring, pickled vegetables are picked. The most common is dumplings stuffed with pork and vegetables. If you like freshness, you can add shrimps to it; or put them in old hen soup. The seasoning is ready, this old chicken and vegetable soup is thick and tender; or stir-fry eel, stir-fry Kaiyang, steam lion's head, even stir-fry with some plain oil, it is also very tender.

Jinan is to the north, and it is summer time to eat cabbage. Homemade can be stir-fried, shredded pork can be fried, the pot can be collapsed, and it can be fried in batter. The most classic and famous is the milk soup.

However, I don't know if Shen Shaoguang was unlucky, or if he didn't understand it correctly. The milk soup in the "Milk Soup Pu Cai" that I have eaten several times is all blended with fried flour, with shrimp, ham, sea cucumber, etc., and the color is very bright. It is beautiful and tastes good, but Shen Shaoguang always has a sense of loss - in her understanding, the milk soup of "Milk Soup Pu Cai" is a milk soup made from big bones.

Shen Shaoguang could never have imagined that in Datang and Chang'an, there were also fresh and tender cabbage. Is this the chance God gave me to try cabbage in big bone milk soup?

The vegetable vendor said that the cabbage came from the shore of the Wei River. After picking it, it was wrapped in wet mud and sent to Chang'an by express. The vegetable vendors collected the vegetables, washed them again, and put them on the stalls, or sent them to the mansions of nobles, restaurants and restaurants.

"How can it be so tender? It's like bamboo shoots." The vegetable vendor laughed.

Such a lot of trouble is naturally not cheap, but Shen Shaoguang still asked for a lot, and he agreed to send more cabbage as usual.

This thing is fresh and tender when you eat it right now. Yu San and Achang got up early in the morning, and at noon they were mainly busy in the kitchen. Shen Shaoguang asked them to take a break in the afternoon to prepare the ingredients for evening meals in the kitchen, choose vegetables, marinate the meat, and watch the stove by themselves. Boil something stewed.

A Yuan came over to peel the cabbage with Shen Shaoguang, but was driven away by Shen Shaoguang, "It's strangely hot, and you're not feeling well, go and take a break."

A Yuan stood up and walked around, then came back: "I'd better help the little lady peel the cabbage hearts. Anyway, I'm hungry and I can't rest comfortably. It's better to do some work and spread it out."

Shen Shaoguang smiled helplessly.

A Yuan ate a lot of roast mutton last night, and Yujian noodles, and ate two big peaches before going to sleep. If Shen Shaoguang didn't stop him, he might have eaten another one. When was sleeping, would start making noises at the fifth watch, and ran to the toilet several times. In the morning, stomach is still uncomfortable.

Shen Shaoguang took her to see Langzhong in the workshop. Langzhong checked the pulse, looked at the tongue, wrote the prescription, and instructed: "The diet these days should be light and light, and you should be hungry a few times." Shen Shaoguang was in a trance. I remembered that Imperial Physician Wang in the Red Mansion came to see Sister Qiao'er.

Hearing this doctor's order, A Yuan's face collapsed at that time.

She doesn't like to lose weight, Shen Shaoguang doesn't care about her, she's really sick now, so she must be supervised.

The millet porridge specially cooked for A Yuan at noon, Shen Shaoguang considered her appetite, and then kindly made a small bowl of egg custard, which was a drop in the bucket compared to A Yuan's bottomless stomach.

A-yuan looked at Yu San who was eating cumin mutton with resentment, and Yu San was chewing more and more deliciously; A-yuan looked at A-chang, who had stuffed the agate meat into the steamed cake and poured thick soup inside, A-chang quietly twisted With a twist, he gave Ah Yuan half of his back.

A Yuan: "..." The little lady is still kind!

Shen Shaoguang eats shredded pork and vegetables, courgette eggs, and the same millet porridge as Ah Yuan.

Even the few shredded pork chops that were fried with cabbage, Ah Yuan liked it very much, looked at Shen Shaoguang with a hopeful face, and tried to pick it up.

Yu San coughed.

Ah Yuan angrily put down the bamboo chopsticks.

Shen Shaoguang had no choice but to comfort her: "If you don't take care of it at this time, you will eat it again and again in the future, and you will completely ruin your stomach. If you want to eat meat and fish, you can't eat it anymore, so let's boil it for two more days. When it is completely healed, I'll give you a roast leg of lamb."

Ah Yuan pursed her lips in agreement.

I wasn't full during the meal, and at this time in the middle of the afternoon, of course, I was even more hungry. While helping the little lady peel and wash the cabbage for dinner, A Yuan sniffed the aroma of the milk soup on the stove: "During lunch, the little lady made the milk soup with cabbage. Yeah, I didn't expect it to taste so good."

Shen Shaoguang is quite proud. The papaya made with milk soup at noon is indeed quite successful. In the milky white soup, the green papaya is adorned with some bacon. It looks beautiful, the soup is delicious, and the papaya is tender and delicious. Very - just a little hot at noon, and must drink two bowls at night.

Ah Yuan is also proud: "How do they know that the milk soup is boiled with pork bones, old chicken, and old duck? Not to mention boiled cabbage, even boiled straw sandals are fragrant! , they're sure to drop the plate."

Lin Yan just entered the door when he heard the little maid in the kitchen say this, and couldn't help but smile, she was indeed a servant and her master.

Shen Shaoguang said with a smile, "There are also people who like boiled vegetables - usually, the noble people who eat too much sweet and fat food want to change their taste, such as Lin Shaoyin who often comes. 'Ah...' That's what really matters.

Thinking of rich people changing their tastes, Shen Shaoguang suddenly remembered the movie "Party A and Party B", in which the big money was sent to the mountain village to eat all the chickens of the whole village. If Lin Shaoyin was also sent, don't know. Can you maintain the present Xuanxuan Shaoju's demeanor?

Lin Shaoyin had messy hair, wrapped in a black padded jacket, and was lying at the entrance of the village waiting for rescue, but he heard a light cough outside.

Shen Shaoguang stared, is it not? Just so coincidentally? It can be seen that you can't talk behind your back...

Lifting the kitchen curtains and coming out, Shen Shaoguang smiled at Lin Yan: "Hello Lin Langjun, Lin Langjun sits in it, should Lin Langjun come to a sour plum drink from Jingshui Town to relieve the heat?"

Lin Yan's face was sullen, but a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "Okay, I'm going to trouble you little lady."

Shen Shaoguang squinted and smiled: "No trouble."

A Yuan had already gone to the backyard to get the sour plum drink. Instead of running errands with Shen Shaoguang, Shen Shaoguang asked Lin Shaoyin what to eat as usual.

"It's the green vegetable that the little lady said that the taste must be weak."

Shen Shaoguang: "...good!"

Shen Shaoguang knew that he was right, and he was joking about being teased. He was about to turn around and leave, but he heard him say: "The little lady's words in the kitchen seem to be unfinished, how about this 'big taste must be weak'? "

Shen Shaoguang turned his head to look at him, Lin Shaoyin's brows and eyes were slightly curved, like a smile but not a smile, not as solemn and reserved as usual, but a bit like his friend Pei Langjun. Such an expression, asking such a question, is clearly a joke.

Shen Shaoguang's mind was swayed, and his cheeks were a little hot. It turned out that Lin Shaoyin could also make such a romantic gesture. It's really... a talent, it's unpredictable! ①

Shen Shaoguang calmed down and let out a slow sigh of relief, the ambiguity became like this, it really couldn't be allowed to develop.

Shen Shaoguang didn't go to the kitchen, instead he sat opposite Lin Shaoyin, smiled and said, "What I said in the kitchen was just to amuse the little maid, there are strong benefits and mild flavors, so there is no need to take it too seriously. Son, please don't take it to heart."

Lin Yan's face turned serious and looked at her quietly.

"There is nothing to say about 'the taste must be weak', but there are other things I want to ask. When I was in Ye Ting, I once read "Poems": 'There is no beginning, but there is an end when it is fresh', and then I read a Mr. Hong's The book, 'It's better to make people feel happy at first glance than to make people feel bored.' ② My son thinks it makes sense. What does Lin Lang-jun think?"

Lin Yan looked at Shen Shaoguang for a while, but Shen Shaoguang maintained a calm smile.

Lin Yan pursed his lips, "Listening to the lady's words, it's a little old-fashioned, but Guan Lingzun acts as a Confucian."

Shen Shaoguang raised his eyebrows.

"A certain is also a Confucian disciple. We Confucian disciples say, 'Aspiration is based on Tao, according to virtue, and benevolence.' Shaoguang.

Shen Shaoguang was speechless for a while. It turns out that your Confucianism's active participation in the WTO is manifested in various aspects...

"Book of Rites says: 'Confucianism has treasures on the table to be hired, strong learning to be asked in the past night, loyalty and trust to be promoted, and practice to be obtained.'" Lin Yan licked his lower lip, lowered his eyes, and said softly, " Some say this is arrogant, but I still ask the little lady to think about it seriously."

Shen Shaoguang: "..."

Confucian scholars are like treasures on the table, waiting to be hired; studying hard, waiting to be questioned; loyal and faithful, waiting to be recommended; practicing hard, waiting to be admitted. Is he comparing himself to a "treasure on the table", waiting to be "hired" by me?

No, is this a confession of your special code?

Do you people in the Tang Dynasty express this way? Like the Tao?

Shen Shaoguang smirked, "You Confucians are real, why do you "know it's impossible"?"

"No, how do you know that you can't? Maybe the 'but' is very..." The last tone was a little light, and there seemed to be endless reverie after the "why." Lin Yan unnaturally took a sip from his drink, and some colored threads appeared in his sleeves.

Looking at his chin and the Adam's apple rolling while drinking water, Shen Shaoguang's mind was taken a little off by this "maybe ok", why "ok"? Betting on books and splashing tea, lingering in mandarin ducks, having children, growing old together?

Shen Shaoguang swallowed and smiled dryly: "You can see, this, Confucianism and Taoism are really different, very different... I'll go make soup for Langjun first."

Lin Yan couldn't help laughing when she saw that she seemed to be running away.

Shen Shaoguang was in the kitchen, cut the cabbage into sections, cut two pieces of bacon, a few slices of ginger, poured some base oil into the pot, put the ginger slices and bacon in and stir-fryed, while frying, while the five flavors were mixed, Unexpectedly, Lin Shaoyin is quite domineering.

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Fan Er, instead of accepting rejection, he made clear the relationship... He, a Confucian child, is a bit—difficult to deal with.

A Yuan came to make trouble again: "The little lady knows so much that she can talk to Tanhua Lang."

Shen Shaoguang smiled dryly: "...I still don't know how to do it well, I don't know how to do it well."

A Yuan was surprised, "Why is this? Isn't the little lady always urging me to learn a few more words?"

Shen Shaoguang said earnestly: "It's good to be literate, but it's okay to not understand some Confucian books."

A Yuan was even more confused, but seeing that the little lady was thoughtful and unwilling to say more, A Yuan didn't ask.

Shen Shaoguang put the prepared milk soup and cabbage into the bowl, and added some ready-made steamed cakes and side dishes at will, and let Ah Yuan take it out.

Lin Yan looked at A Yuan, and A Yuan explained for Shen Shaoguang, "My little lady is thinking about 'Confucianism'."

Shen Shaoguang in the kitchen: "..."

Lin Yan laughed.

The author has something to say:

Author: When Taoism's inaction meets the Confucian's lack of conditions, it is necessary to create conditions. It is such that there is no way to communicate. Let me tell you, Lin Shaoyin, if you have different beliefs, you will not be happy.

Lin Shaoyin stabbed his eyes.

The author turned back and joked: kicked the iron plate, right? Isn't this man a good deal?

Asuna stabbed another eye.

Author: Take these two cubs away, whoever wants it will want it!

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①In Shen Qian's "Completing Ci Zashuo", commenting on Jiaxuan's poetry, "The tricks of the poet are really unpredictable." A few words were changed. ——Suddenly discovered that the heroine's father had the same name as the rhyme expert.

② "Cai Root Tan".