Chapter 71

Shen Shaoguang made "three non-stick" for Ah Yuan in the kitchen.

Mix the egg yolk with sugarcane pulp and glutinous rice flour, stir well, put lard in a hot pot, put the stirred egg yolk paste into the pot, stir fry continuously, and pour in the lard several times to make it more smooth and tender, and achieve "non-stick" the goal of. In less than a cup of tea, the oil and the egg batter are integrated, from the original pale yellow to a beautiful golden yellow, and the pot is ready to be served.

Fragrant, soft, tender and sweet semi-fluid, slightly chewy, very delicious, fully in line with Mr. Cai Lan's theory of the best food in the world but cholesterol.

Since Shen Shaoguang made it for the first time, A Yuan liked this dish. If there was any leftover egg yolk, he would say, "Little lady, fry the 'three non-stick' dishes, right?"

Considering her size, Shen Shaoguang agreed two or three times out of ten, so every time she ate it, A Yuan was very excited.

Yu San doesn't want to eat such sweet, rotten and soft "baby things", and Achang is not good at robbing Ayuan. He just wants to taste it, so most of it belongs to Ayuan - today Ayuan is willing to share it with him. The three-flowered cat is a bit more nuanced.

Shen Shaoguang reminded her: "Give it less, it won't digest it, and besides, it can't taste the sweetness."

Ah Yuan's eyes widened: "How does the little lady know that it can't be tasted?"

Shen Shaoguang was stunned by her question, and subconsciously looked at Lin Shaoyin who was sitting over there. When he first went back to Lin Mansion, he asked him the question of "zi Feiyu". Thinking of how serious he was back then, compared to today...

A Yuan was still waiting for the little lady to explain to her the problem of "I am not a cat". Shen Shaoguang had no solution, so he had to hit the point: "This 'three non-stick' will not taste good when it is cold."

A Yuan hurriedly returned to the kitchen with the plate.

The cat sat on the counter, reservedly eating the two bites of eggs that Yuan had given him.

Look at the cat, then look at Lin Shaoyin over there, Shen Shaoguang shook his head and closed the tent at noon.

Today, Lin Shaoyin came early, just in time for the end of the lunch, and his face seemed to be a little sloppy. He thought that he had not eaten at the public kitchen. Shen Shaoguang asked, and it was true, so he gave him four dishes and one. Soup-flavored rice.

Among them, there is a piece of Hibiscus chicken, which is made by stirring egg white and chicken minced into a puree, and sliding it in a warm oil pan. A Yuan saw the remaining egg yolk and made this "three non-stick".

After the cat finished eating the egg, it stared at Shen Shaoguang's pen tip. After a while, he dipped his little paw in the ink like the owner did, and tried to print it on the account book.

Shen Shaoguang hurriedly grabbed its small paw, Ming Nu first looked at her fearlessly, then drew back his paw as if nothing had happened, and licked the fur, looking like a rogue.

Shen Shaoguang was helpless, wiped the paw of the cat ancestor, hugged it, touched his face, touched his head, scratched his chin, rubbed his back twice, and waited on him until he narrowed his eyes and made a purring sound.

Lin Yan watched her coax the cat while eating. He didn't know what to think. He lowered his eyes a little embarrassedly, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

But Shen Shaoguang remembered something serious, put down the cat and went to find Lin Shaoyin.

Lin Yan looked up at her with a smile.

"There have been some nonsense rumors in the market recently," Shen Shaoguang told him about "toads are lazy, the world is against the world", and "Bingxu is hot, Dinghai is difficult", "Everyone is afraid that next year will be really 'difficult', listen. The people at the rice grain store said that some people have already hoarded food."

Lin Yan nodded seriously.

Shen Shaoguang knew that Jingzhao should have someone specially responsible for public opinion supervision, but it was just a reminder. There is no war or famine. It is a rare thing to have a meal of comfort. Shen Shaoguang hopes that this kind of life will last as long as possible.

After fulfilling his responsibilities as a good citizen, Shen Shaoguang got up and left. On the way back from Lin Mansion two days ago, Shen Shaoguang was fascinated by Lin Shaoyin's beauty. Although he made a fool of himself, he was actually quite shaken, but when the sun came out in the morning and his senses returned, Shen Shaoguang was very scum. regretted it, and was fortunate. Fortunately, got in the past. If promised something along the way, or even touched someone's little hand... Fortunately, fortunately!

In order to express the attitude of knowing what to do, today is right and wrong, Shen Shaoguang didn't even glance at Lin Shaoyin's slender and meticulous hand when he thought of "touching the little hand". In fact, today's store owner Shen never put his eyes on Lin Shao Yin's neck is very solemn and serious.

"What do you think of this little lady?"

Shen Shaoguang stopped and sat upright again. She is a person who distinguishes between business affairs and idle affairs quite clearly, and immediately said with a serious face: "This prophecy, good and bad, no matter good or bad, I am afraid that most of the things that involve the luck of the family and the country are not self-generated by the people, but man-made. Its purpose is either to create momentum for oneself, to express the fate of the season, or to be ordered by the sky; or to disturb the hearts of the people, causing turmoil, and fishing in troubled waters. Looking at the appearance of this prophecy today, it should be the latter, as for the former—”

Shen Shaoguang smiled. Whenever there are major festivals, the "white phoenix" and "unicorn" and other auspicious auspiciousness appear in various places, which are more common and representative than "Da Chuxing and Chen Shengwang".

This subtle pause was accompanied by a mischievous smile. Lin Yan knew what she was referring to.

Shen Shaoguang coughed lightly, "If the country is peaceful and the people are safe and the weather is good, such ominous prophecies and rumors won't spread easily. It's like a seed planted in the sand, it won't grow."

Thinking that he was facing Jingzhao Shaoyin, Shen Shaoguang made a patch, "Naturally, now it belongs to Guotai Min'an, but it's just that the wind and rain are not so smooth, so the seeds of this ominous prophecy have also been sent. Sprouts. Those who have a heart will water and fertilize, and they will become what they are now."

Lin Yan didn't take it seriously, and said softly: "No matter what, people are uneasy and there are rumors, it's always our fault."

Shen Shaoguang glanced at him, not blaming him, not pretending to be wrong, but Lin Shaoyin was a responsible official.

His attitude deserves greater respect. Shen Shaoguang said earnestly: "After the drought last year and the exemption from the spring tax, the people of Gyeonggi are much more at ease." Qu Dalang, who brought the fish, once said this.

"The latter plan to pacify prisoners, reduce food and vegetables in the palace, and release palace maids. Contrary to the rumours, the methods are similar - they are fighting a 'public opinion war' to calm people's hearts." Shen Shaoguang raised his eyebrows, "I don't know what to do. Are there any similar rumors?"

Lin Yan nodded.

This further confirms that the rumors are manipulated by people with intentions. "In fact, apart from this reverse public opinion war, I don't know if the princes in the DPRK have thought about making the 'prophecy' thing public, explaining various visions, rather than using A kind of 'good prophecy', covering up against another kind of 'evil prophecy'."

Lin Yan thought for a moment, and his expression became more solemn and serious, "I would like to hear the details."

Shen Shaoguang has always carried the shadow of her later generations. In short, her point of view is to scientifically eliminate superstition, improve the credibility of the government, and improve the mechanism for refuting rumors.

"The Master said: 'The people can let them go; if they can't, let them know.' Only by letting the people know about them can they no longer be troubled by these nonsense rumors." Shen Shaoguang finally found a theoretical basis for himself.

Lin Yan watched Shen Shaoguang. From the Han, Wei, and Jin Dynasties, most Confucians were of the "people can use it, but cannot make it known." Yes, but there is no need to make them aware of the intent of the command. When Lin Yan first heard Mr. Mingcheng's reading of this kind of sentence with a break in the middle in the academy, he was quite shocked. He didn't expect to hear it again from the mouth of a little lady.

Instead, Shen Shaoguang smiled and sighed lightly: "I take it for granted, it's not ten years or eight years, or even a lifetime, I'm afraid—" Shen Shaoguang pursed his lips and didn't continue. Just now Guangtu said that he was happy, that the opening of people's wisdom is a very difficult and long process, and the current social environment does not allow it.

Lin Yan thought about it for a while, and said sternly, "If we don't do it, I'm afraid there will never be a day of 'letting know'. We just do what we can do, and the latter will naturally be done by others later."

Shen Shaoguang was a little moved. He knew the sophistication but not the sophistication, and he understood the difficulties and was not afraid of them. "Shaoyin is really a Confucian disciple who joined the world."

After speaking, Shen Shaoguang remembered the "Confucian disciple" stalk between the two, and his lingering sentence "No, how do you know it is not?"

Shen Shaoguang cleared his throat, lowered his head, and wanted to find a cup of tea to cover up, but there was no cup.

Lin Yan chuckled lightly.

Afraid that she would be annoyed, Lin Yan took the initiative to talk about the backlash.

Talking about political facts with a girl or a girl you like is a very novel experience. Lin Yan is a little proud. This is my Ai. She is smart, wise, prudent and down-to-earth. Have business talent, can talk clearly, can discuss politics...

The three-flowered cat Mingnu came over and curled up beside Shen Shaoguang's legs, not even looking at Lin Shaoyin, the former owner who had only hugged him twice.

Now that he had finished talking about the business, Shen Shaoguang picked it up, and it was a set of procedures for touching his face, head, chin, and back. Ming Nu lay on Shen Shaoguang's lap and licked her hand in a good way. .

Lin Yan was originally very happy that Lady Shen was holding the cat with her own mark, but now she became a little jealous.

Shen Shaoguang also felt that he was going to be jealous, so he couldn't help but be humble: "Lin Langjun doesn't seem to be very liked by Ming slaves? It has only been a few days and I have forgotten Langjun. , because I haven't had much time to feed it." A smug smile was added later.

Such a smile... Lin Yan only felt that his heart was slightly scratched by a cat's claws: "The little lady's food is delicious, and it is also good for her. Ming Nu naturally prefers the little lady."

Playing cheap and provocative, but the other party is convinced?

Shen Shaoguang was delighted, squinting and smiling, "I'll go take a look, there's a double-skinned milk, and I'll bring it to Lang Jun to add food."

The author has something to say: ① He Yan's "The Analects of Confucius".