Warm bed
Madam Wang was worthy of being the proprietress of a restaurant that had been running in Zhuyi for many years. She knew exactly which vegetables were fresh and which meat was delicious. She took He Yingchun to the vegetable market and went straight to the pork shop at the innermost part. He Yingchun usually bought pork from the shop outside as they all tasted the same.
"They look similar. The one outside belongs to Zong Laoer. Although the price is cheaper, he likes to cheat on weights and also sells pork from boars that have a strong fishy smell." Boars are breeding boars with old meat, rough taste, and a fishy smell.
Madam Wang led her to the innermost house and said, "Madam Wang, it's been a long time since you came here." Hu Shiniang was chopping ribs, and the machete made a thud as it hit the ribs.
"You've come at the right time. The pork was just slaughtered this morning, so it's very fresh!" Hu Shiniang smiled and pointed to the backyard. "The blood is still fresh. Your brother Li is craving for it and is preparing to make blood sausage for lunch."
Pig blood sausage? He Yingchun's eyes lit up. "Pre-made blood sausage? Can you sell us some?"
"Well, what are you talking about whether to sell or not? Madam Wang is our old customer. Li Qiang! Li Qiang! Give her some blood sausages!" Hu Shiniang put her hands on her hips and shouted to the back with full energy.
After all, no money was charged for the blood sausage, and He Yingchun bought some more pork and pork ribs. Seeing that the two of them had a hard time carrying them, Hu Shiniang simply asked Li Qiang to push the cart to the noodle shop.
The blood sausage is cooked directly after it is brought back, cut into small slices and eaten with garlic, but He Yingchun likes to eat it fried, cut into thin slices, and fried until the edges are a little crispy. It tastes delicious even if eaten dry without anything.
Let Madam Wang fry it first. She wrote down the dishes recommended for today. There are many people recently, and the guests don’t know how to choose from the many menus. It takes a long time just to choose the dishes. She simply made a small board and put the main dishes recommended every day at the door.
The blood sausage is not even cooked yet, but the aroma is already wafting out. Customers who have just entered the store smell it and start asking, "Do you have blood sausage today?"
The nose was really pointed. He Yingchun took a look and realized it was an old acquaintance.
Fatty Liu sat over there and said, "Give me a plate first!"
Okay, he wanted a plate, and he wanted a plate too. When the people around saw this, they all ordered a plate. The fried blood sausage looked pitch black, but when you put it in your mouth you will find how delicious it is.
Fatty Liu ate with gusto a bowl of pork chop noodles, a plate of fried blood sausage, and a steamed bun with roujiamo (a type of meat sandwich) along with some side dishes. He paid and walked away humming a little tune, "Life is getting more and more enjoyable..."
Indeed, He Yingchun also smiled, and it became more and more interesting.
She returned to the kitchen and found that the braised pork ribs she had just bought had been chopped into small pieces. She soaked them in cold water for half an hour to remove the blood, then put them into the pot with cold water without adding any seasonings. When blanching, she had to skim off all the white foam on the surface.
Heat oil in a pan, add rock sugar and stir-fry until it turns amber. Pour the ribs in and stir-fry evenly until they are colored. Add onion, ginger, garlic, bean paste, soy sauce, and pour in hot water to cover the ribs.
He Yingchun put the seasoning packet into the boiling water. The seasoning packet contained bay leaves, angelica, star anise, fennel, peppercorns, etc., so that the seasoning would not stick to the ribs. Just imagine how disgusted the guests would be if they suddenly tasted a mouthful of peppercorns while eating.
Finally, add salt to season. Don’t add too much salt. The sauce and soy sauce are salty enough. If it is too salty, it will make you choke.
Bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat until the sauce is rich and the meat is fragrant.
"Yeah, that's the taste." This kind of meat can be eaten with relish.
The braised pork ribs are very popular. The pork ribs I bought today will soon be sold out.
In the evening, "Xiyingchun" welcomed a familiar guest, "It's him again." Madam Wang nodded at He Yingchun and asked her to look at the window.
This man has been eating here for three consecutive days. He comes in the evening every time and leaves after eating. Occasionally, his eyes fall on He Yingchun and stay for a few seconds, making her feel a chill down her spine.
This man is very straight and tall, with a good figure, a tough look, deep eyes, and a hooked nose, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Since the guests were guests, He Yingchun introduced them as usual, "What would you like to eat, sir? Today we have spicy mutton, braised pork ribs, minced meat and eggplant strips, and stir-fried lotus leaves."
"Spicy pork ribs, stir-fried lotus root, and three-fresh noodles." Unlike other customers who took a long time to choose, he chose the dishes he wanted after listening to them. "Okay!"
Yuchi Gong sat by the window. The evening breeze was blowing gently. From here he could see the afterglow of the setting sun, with purple and red colors complementing each other. Occasionally, people and wild geese flew by, passing through the rosy glow, which was gorgeous and charming.
He finished his meal, settled the bill, and left. He came alone and left alone. Apart from occasionally staring at He Yingchun, he ate in silence.
Like an eagle.
He Yingchun told Wen Jingzhao about this while soaking her feet that night, "This guy is quite strange."
She soaked her feet in hot water and felt that they were a little cold. "Give me some hot water." She had her period recently and it was not convenient for her to take a bath. Soaking her feet in hot water made her feel much more comfortable.
Wen Jingzhao had just come out of the shower, and he said in surprise, "He does have a nickname, Flying Eagle." Yuchi Gong was a good rider, and he rode his horse at full speed like an eagle on the grassland.
He Yingchun simply thought his hooked nose looked a bit like an eagle, but she was right. "What's your nickname?"
"Me?" Wen Jingzhao raised his eyebrows. "I don't have a nickname."
Bullshit, she pursed her lips and smiled, she knew that he was a boy who gave away money.
Wen Jingzhao reached out and pinched her face, "What are you laughing at?" Like a cat that stole some fish.
Her cheeks were a little fleshy and felt good to pinch. Wen Jingzhao couldn't help but rub them with his hands.
"It's not enough to laugh, I like to laugh, oh, stop rubbing it!" She dodged and her saliva started to flow out.
Wen Jingzhao picked up the copper kettle and motioned for her to lift her feet. He then added hot water to the basin for her. He touched the water with one hand to test the temperature, "Is it so hot?"
She tentatively put her foot down, "It just has to be hot, it's good for your health."
The fair little feet were burned red with the ankles as the dividing line, and Wen Jingzhao smiled.
"why are you laughing?"
"I'm happy to." Wen Jingzhao retorted to her with her words. He Yingchun imitated him and pinched his face. Wen Jingzhao dodged backwards, avoiding her hand. He stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms. He also put one foot in the basin. The basin, which originally had some space, now seemed particularly small.
One foot next to the other, both were scalded red by the hot water.
He Yingchun put his feet underneath, which made him much more comfortable.
"Did Yuchi Gong have a meal there today?" Wen Jingzhao suddenly asked.
"Well, I feel like he's weird," He Yingchun felt that his eyes were strange, an indescribable feeling.
Wen Jingzhao hesitated for a moment, and He Yingchun immediately said, "Do you know something? Tell me quickly."
"Do you remember that a dead person was stripped naked and thrown into the street not long ago?" Wen Jingzhao asked her.
"Is it from the West Market? I remember, the customers in the store have been talking about it for several days." This matter has caused a lot of uproar, and it is hard not to know about it.
"Yuchi Gong did it." Wen Jingzhao saw the confusion in her eyes, "The man's surname is Chen, he's a captain, and he humiliated Yu Ling before."
"Yuling?" This matter is related to Yuling.
He Yingchun recalled, "I heard from the people in the brothel that Yuling seemed to have angered some captain..."
No wonder! I met him when I was worshipping the Jade Spirit before.
I also heard when I was a camp prostitute that Yuling was the daughter of a high-ranking official. I guess she was also a noble lady from a high-ranking family, so it was not surprising that she knew Yuchi Gong.
"Yuchi Gong and Yuling are childhood sweethearts, but his father Yuchi Wei has always disapproved. When Yuling's family fell, Yuchi Wei sent her to Jiangnan in advance." After Yuchi Gong came back and learned the truth, he was furious and broke with Yuchi Wei, setting up his own family. This matter caused a big uproar, and Wen Jingzhao also heard a little about it.
"He is also a man of deep affection and loyalty." He Yingchun looked at Yuchi Gong's appearance and didn't expect that he was such a romantic man.
"Yes and no." Wen Jingzhao replied, "There's another reason. Yuchi Wei also contributed to the Yuling family's affairs."
"Ah? Why was the Yuling family raided?"
"The reason is not important, they are all excuses." It's mainly because it offended Emperor Sheng, and the matter would become more serious if it was discussed further.
"Then why is his father so unwilling for them to be together?" What kind of hatred is it that requires him to kill someone?
Wen Jingzhao shook his head, "I'm not sure about that."
In fact, there are only a few reasons, but he guessed that the difference in political stance and the fact that Yuchi Wei has a strong desire for control mean that his son's marriage must be firmly in his own hands.
Wen Jingzhao wiped her feet dry with a cloth and patted her calves, "Get into bed." He Yingchun turned over and crawled to the inside of the bed, covering herself with the quilt. A hot water bottle had just been stuffed inside, and it was now warm.
"Pour me another glass of water!" He Yingchun felt a little thirsty and her mouth was dry after soaking her feet, but she didn't want to go out again.
Wen Jingzhao poured her a cup of hot water and put it to her lips, "Drink it, uncle!"
"Puff." He Yingchun almost spit out a mouthful of water. She looked up at Wen Jingzhao, who had a teasing look on his face.
He Yingchun punched him, drank some water, and cleared his throat. "Master, it's time to go to bed. Come and warm the bed for me."
"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon." Wen Jingzhao really acted with her seriously. He put the cup away, climbed onto the bed, and crawled into her quilt. He Yingchun backed away while covering the quilt, "Don't let any wind leak out." She always felt cold during her period.
Wen Jingzhao had just soaked his feet, so his hands and feet were hot. He put his hands on He Yingchun's lower abdomen and rubbed it slowly with skillful techniques.
He Yingchun sighed "Comfortable~"
The next day, Yuchi Gong came again. He Yingchun held the poetry collection, not knowing whether to give it to him. This was the only thing left of Yu Ling, and it should be given to the right person.
Yuchi Gong paid the bill but did not leave. He hesitated at the door and walked up to He Yingchun, "Boss, do you know Yuling?" This was the first sentence he said to her besides ordering food. His voice was low and deep, which matched his appearance.
"I recognize him." He Yingchun nodded. "We've met a few times before." She deliberately blurred the place where they met.
"Are you hers?"
"Husband, I am her husband." Yuchi Gong said this. He Yingchun looked up at him, and his eyes were firm.
"Well, she left a collection of poems with me before, take a look..."
He Yingchun handed the poetry collection to him, and Yuchi Gong took it immediately, holding the collection in both hands. His fingers had many scars and were trembling slightly. He gently opened the first page, "To Yuling".
He looked silent and sad, nodded, said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you," and slowly turned around.
"Hey, where is the person? Why did he leave? I haven't given him the change yet." Madam Wang said, holding the change.
He Yingchun took the money and ran out of the store. When she saw Yuchi Gong's back, she was about to run over but was stunned.
The man, who was a whole head taller than her, leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, and covered his face with his hands, crying inconsolably.
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