Help me
First snow in the capital.
Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and this year's first snow was particularly heavy.
The pedestrians on the street were wrapped in thick clothes, and the old man on the road was holding a bag of fireworks, leaving a series of deep footprints.
The cold weather did not stop the bustling streets and alleys of the city. The vendors selling roasted sweet potatoes and sugar-fried chestnuts exuded an enticing aroma. The hawking of candied haws was particularly loud, as if they were eager to sell out quickly and go home.
The sun slowly sank to the west, the sky gradually turned orange-red, snowflakes fluttered, ice crystals sparkled, and the hawking sounds gradually weakened.
Night falls,
It was cold, bitingly cold. The beggar huddled on the street. You could still tell from her dirty face that she was still a human being. The beggar slept and woke up, and slept again and again. She smelled the fragrance of the buns several times and found it particularly tempting, but her limbs were frozen stiff.
Is she going to starve to death? Her consciousness is becoming more and more blurred. She thought it was bad enough to be born as a beggar, but as a second-generation chef, she is actually going to starve to death in this life.
Yes, this little beggar is called He Yingchun. Strictly speaking, her name was He Yingchun in her previous life. She was killed by objects thrown from a high altitude. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the current scene. As a beggar, she wanted food, but she didn't even have the strength to move.
He Yingchun's father in her previous life was a chef. It was said that his ancestors were royal chefs in the palace. With the ancestral recipes in hand, he opened a chain of hotels and made a lot of money. But her father didn't want her to be a chef and asked her to study hard to get into university.
Well, she just stepped out of the university gate and hasn’t enjoyed her college life yet, but she’s wearing this!
What a sin!!
"Roll, scroll, scroll..."
The sound of the hemp cart's wheels was getting closer, and she forced herself to crawl forward a few times.
Help, help, help, help!!
With a "Duang" sound, the beggar fell to the ground with the sound of a broken bowl hitting the ground.
The carriage stopped. The coachman looked at the dark-skinned beggar in front of him, cursed him for bad luck, and was about to drive his horse around him.
"What's the matter?" The voice sounded a little unhappy.
The groom quickly said, "Master, it's a beggar blocking the road. I'll go around him right away."
Wen Jingzhao leaned on the cushion and was about to drink his porridge when he frowned. The old wound on his leg was particularly itchy in this kind of weather. He resisted the itch and pulled open the curtain to take a look.
Su He pulled open the curtain and went out to investigate.
She sniffed and said, "Master, it's a beggar. He must have fainted."
Today is the wife's death anniversary. Every year on this day, the young master would go to the temple. His mood was even worse than usual.
Wen Jingzhao was annoyed by the itch on his legs and had no time to think about saving lives, so he waved his hand.
really,
Su He lowered her eyes, glanced at the beggar, and sighed inwardly. She cleaned the snow off her body and got on the car.
Wen Jingzhao got up early and rushed to the temple. His mind was also groggy. He remembered that Master Hui Jing saw him suffering from his old injuries and said, "Don't cultivate goodness, don't commit evil, be silent and cut off from seeing and hearing, and be free from attachment."
If you do not cultivate goodness,
He chewed over these words again and again, and a sudden wave of kindness came to his mind.
A long time later, in countless nights, after years of ups and downs, he would always feel a little melancholy when he recalled that snowy night.
The carriage stopped and moved, then moved and turned back.
I wanted to send him to the clinic, but it was freezing cold, the clinic was far away, and it might be closed.
"Bring him up here."
Su He followed Wen Jingzhao's instructions, got off the car and instructed the driver to carefully lift it onto the carriage.
The coachman led the carriage to the mansion. Su He gently wiped the snow off the beggar's body in the carriage. Su He knew some medical skills and touched her head.
"It's cold, so he must have been freezing."
Wen Jingzhao was also afraid of the cold. The sedan was warm and he was holding a hand warmer in his hand.
The beggar curled up on one side. Su He simply wiped her face. She was a pretty little beggar. She curled up there and blood began to come back to her face. Su He originally wanted to help her stand up, but she just leaned on the fluffy blanket.
Perhaps it was because he smelled the fragrance coming from the sedan that his nose moved.
Like a kitten.
"Tsk"
Wen Jingzhao handed over the porridge at hand and said, "Feed her."
He Yingchun smelled the aroma of rice at the tip of her nose, like a gentle breeze blowing through the rice fields. She hadn't eaten for a long time, and she began to swallow almost immediately. She had never thought a bowl of white porridge was so delicious.
She felt that every bite she took was not like drinking porridge, but like swallowing dewdrops in the morning light, sweet and pure.
Her body slowly regained consciousness and she opened her eyes.
Wow, he’s a handsome guy.
Strictly speaking, a very handsome man.
Her skin was as white as jade, her facial features were distinct, and she sat in a lazy and relaxed posture.
He looked down from above, as if he were teasing a cat or dog.
She was stunned. This guy looked...hiss...
It seems like her deskmate,
"Odd changes, even remains the same?" He Yingchun tried to signal,
A trace of doubt appeared on the young master's face.
He Yingchun closed her eyes, holding the bowl of porridge that saved her life, thinking that she had thought too much. She quickly thanked him, "Thank you..."
Su He mouthed "Young Master",
"Thank you, Master."
Before he could say a few words, he felt a sudden cramp and burning sensation in his stomach. The porridge he had just drunk immediately came up again and he vomited it out with a vomiting sound.
Su He was terrified when she saw this.
Wen Jingzhao raised his eyebrows and was about to have someone throw the little beggar out.
"Master, we're here." The carriage stopped.
Wen Jingzhao didn't stop for a moment, lifted the curtain and walked out, stretched, wrapped himself in a cloak, and walked into the mansion.
"Master, this person..." How to place him, Su He asked from the side. There had been cases of bringing back redeemed women in the past, but they were all placed in the young master's yard. But she really didn't know how to place this beggar.
"I'll see what I want." Wen Jingzhao waved his hand. He had frostbite and was feeling very uncomfortable.
The eldest young master brought back someone.
This is not surprising. After all, when the young master goes out to play, he will bring back anything he likes or wants. He even brought back a little wolfdog before, but this time he changed his taste and brought back a little beggar.
The people in the mansion were used to it and no one cared that a little beggar was brought back.
When this matter reached the ears of the general's wife, Mrs. Zhou, she snorted coldly, "Let him be."
She was promoted from a concubine to the main wife, and was difficult to discipline. The first wife died early, and Wen Jingzhao had long been spoiled. She hoped that he would mess around and annoy the general.
Speaking of the general, Zhou became annoyed again. For some reason, she hadn't heard from the general for a long time. She turned the Buddhist beads in her hand to suppress the bad feeling in her heart.
He Yingchun only felt that her body was both cold and hot, as if she was in the world of ice and fire. She was fed a bowl of bitter medicine and was covered in sweat when she woke up.
He Yingchun opened her eyes and saw a girl with two buns on her hair looking at her with her chin propped up on her hand. Her big eyes blinked as if she was startled by her sudden opening of her eyes.
"ah!"
After a long pause, he ran away.
"Mommy! Mommy! The little beggar is awake! Come and see! She's awake!!"
After a while, a maid came in and saw that she was still weak, so she gave her a bowl of water.
"You are so lucky." Mom seemed to sigh and feel fortunate.
"Okay, if you have anything to say, come find Xiaozhi. Xiaozhi, you take care of her and give her some water later. I'm going to the east kitchen first. It'll be time for someone to come over there soon." After saying that, he wiped his hands and left in a hurry again.
Xiaozhi was not too old, probably around fourteen or fifteen years old. She drank the water obediently, but she was a little too strong, like a cow drinking water.
"Cough cough cough"
"Okay, okay, thank you. I'm full."
Xiaozhi quickly withdrew his hand, "You choked, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Where are we?" He Yingchun looked around. The room was warm and a little dim.
"This is the General's Mansion. Sister Su He is busy serving the Young Master, so let Mom help take care of you."
Xiaozhi kept chattering about how scary her fever was last night and how her mother saved her. Her little mouth kept opening and closing so fast that He Yingchun felt dizzy.
***
"Sister Yingchun! Sister Yingchun! What are you thinking about?" Xiaozhi waved his hands in front of her, asking her to concentrate on carving the patterns.
"It's late. Miss Ji will be unhappy again. She got scolded last time." She said softly.
He Yingchun came back to her senses and concentrated on kneading the pastries in her hands. She had been in the general's mansion for three months. She had originally wanted to leave as soon as she recovered from her illness, but she ended up being homeless in the huge capital city.
It was her mother who saw her embarrassment and that she was still quite agile, so she said that she could ask the housekeeper first and stay as a servant, where she would get a monthly salary and have enough to eat, so she could get through the winter.
So I stayed.
Mum was the cook in the young master's yard. He Yingchun gave her some advice from time to time. Mum thought she was quite talented in cooking, so she specially asked her to come over.
"It's really beautiful, Yingchun. If I had known you had this skill, I would have brought you to the East Kitchen earlier."
The East Kitchen is the young master's kitchen. Because the young master loves to eat, food must be prepared for him to enjoy flowers and drink tea on weekdays. Although it is not time for dinner yet, several chefs are already in place.
He Yingchun's fingers flew up and down. Because she had never eaten enough before, she was much thinner than others. Her fingers were very slender, but very flexible.
Several chefs nearby also looked over.
Fusheng smiled and said, "This recipe isn't difficult, but it's delicate. It tastes good too. I think I can make a lot of money selling it."
He Yingchun also laughed. She thought that she could open her own restaurant in the future, following in her father's footsteps. It would be best if she could open a chain of hotels called Xiyingchun Restaurant. Just thinking about it gave her hope for the future.
Xiaozhi followed her and watched with a silly smile, feeling dazzled. After a while, the light pink rose cake appeared.
The light pink little cakes are delicate and cute, and are finally sprinkled with a layer of fine powdered sugar. The color is attractive, and it looks soft and dense, and it also exudes the fragrance of roses.
He Yingchun's hands are tired, it would be better if there is a mold,
Su He brought the cakes over, and Xiao Zhi felt a little uneasy.
She was a head taller than He Yingchun. She bent down and whispered in He Yingchun's ear, "Miss Ji is too troublesome. She either thinks the tea is too cold or too hot, and the cakes are either too sweet or too bland. I don't know what kind of cakes she likes. In the two days since she came to the mansion, Sister Su He has lost a lot of weight."
Miss Ji is the third daughter of the Minister of Personnel. She is related to Wen Jingzhao's mother, Bai Nianshuang. She has been spoiled since childhood. It is inappropriate for a girl in the boudoir to stay in the same room with a man, but she has been weak since childhood and was spoiled. She often secretly runs to find Wen Jingzhao.
No matter how much others dislike it, no one can control the third young lady's willfulness.
He Yingchun has been here for three months. Except for the first glance, she never thought that this young master was her nerdy deskmate who was both good in character and academic performance.
Wen Jingzhao's father was a great general of the dynasty, victorious in every battle, and his aunt was a royal concubine of the dynasty, deeply favored by the emperor. The emperor took pity on him because his mother died at a young age, and he stayed in the palace for a long time, and was treated no differently from a prince.
The mother passed away, the father was away, and a concubine was promoted with bad intentions. It was hard not to go astray.
He once spent thousands of gold coins in Wanhualou to win the smile of a beautiful woman, and waved his hand to make tens of thousands of gold coins in the gambling house. People in the streets called him the spendthrift young man. He also loved to eat, and a lot of money flowed into Suxiang Pavilion. He even visited a famous chef three times to hire him.
In short, he is a playboy.
But he has a good reputation among the servants.
The food is well cooked, reward,
The comfort of serving, the reward,
Come up with something fun and enjoy it.
Simply put, as long as I am happy, I will reward you.
He generally would not punish his servants. If anyone made a mistake, he would be kicked out of the mansion no matter how long they had served.
Therefore, few people dare to neglect it.
"This cake looks good and tastes delicious. Maybe the young master will give it to you as a reward." Xiaozhi whispered.
"Shh," Mom said, stopping them from talking any more. "It's time to make lunch."
Because He Yingchun's pastry-making skills were rewarded by the young master, many people were jealous. Everyone watched her busying around on the chopping board, lighting the fire and kneading the dough, but in fact they were all listening attentively.
After a while, Su He walked in. The east kitchen was steaming hot. She came in from outside and her face turned red from the heat.
She asked, "Who made the pastries?"
Everyone stopped, and He Yingchun felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
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