Chapter 531 Posture

"Ming'an, you have to ask for help in a proper manner." Zhu Huaizhen looked gloomy.

"It's okay." Chen Mingan smiled faintly.

So Chen Mingan prepared crabs for Zhu Huaizhen.

There are Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, which are pure and clear, with green shells, white bellies, golden claws and yellow hairs, and creamy meat. There are also Yangjiang red flower crabs, which have light red shells, six spines on their foreheads, and sweet and plump meat.

There are the Zhoushan swimming crabs, with their spindle-shaped carapace, large bodies, rich meat, and plump fat. There are also the Dongyi red-haired crabs, bright red in color, with beautiful shapes, firm meat, and a fragrant sea flavor.

There are stone crabs, which come in golden, scarlet, and cobalt blue, and are meaty and sweet.

There are crystal crabs, which have a snow-white appearance, almost transparent in color, and have tender white meat that is sweet, fine and smooth.

There are red-haired crabs, which can be cooked in salt water. The crab meat is plump, rich in crab flavor, and very delicious.

Steamed crabs are placed in a green-skinned bamboo steamer; braised crabs are served on a Longquan kiln celadon-glazed plate with a double fish pattern; spicy crabs are placed on a white-glazed plate with a gold-buttoned official mark; salt-baked crabs are placed on a green jade crabapple flower-shaped eight-curve long plate; and scallion oil crabs are placed on a white-glazed plate with black and yellow flower patterns.

Zhu Huaizhen loves eating crabs, but often finds it troublesome to peel them.

Chen Mingan unfolded a set of eight exquisite silver crab pieces, namely a small square table, a waist-shaped hammer, a long-handled axe, a long-handled fork, round-headed scissors, tweezers, axe, and a small spoon.

First, he grasped a pair of round-headed scissors, carefully snipping off the crab claws and legs one by one, his movements as graceful as trimming a plate of weeping jasmine. Then, he grasped a waist-shaped hammer, located four points on the crab shell, and struck it in a circle, his movements as light as plucking the strings of a musical instrument. Then, he weighed a long-handled axe and delicately split the carapace and belly button. Then, with axe, tweezers, fork, and hammer, he picked, pinched, forked, and hammered, extracting the golden, shiny crab roe and the snow-white, tender crab meat. His movements were as smooth and flowing as playing a pipa.

Zhu Huaizhen smashed the snow-white crab meat and golden crab roe.

Of course, Zhu Huaizhen’s favorite song, “Peach Blossom Fan”, is indispensable.

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

"Zhenzhen, I know Lian'er deserves to die. I don't expect her to live, I just hope she can die in a decent way, such as with a colorless and odorless poison that makes her feel like she's falling asleep after taking it. She is very pitiful. She has been fighting the disease since she was born and she always needs medicine." Chen Ming'an said softly.

After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips and rolled his eyes.

She ordered the play "Autumn in the Han Palace".

Ah! I feel a wave of sadness at this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with baggage, carts are carrying provisions, and the hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, hand in hand, ascend Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, past the palace walls; past the walls, around the corridors; around the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night grows cool; the night grows cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; by the green gauze window, I think nothing of you.

After savoring it for a while, Zhu Huaizhen said leisurely: "Chen Ming'an, why did Zhao Lian'er deserve to die?"