"But you know that I can't live without meat." Duan Tingxuan continued to howl like a wolf. The next moment, Honglian and Xiangyun came out and saluted in front of him. Honglian smiled and said, "Master is here? I thought that after the last time Madam came, Master would not be able to come again."
"How could that be?" In front of the two maids, Duan Tingxuan consciously maintained the demeanor of a male host, waving his folding fan gracefully, but his eyes revealed a few traces of hungry desire, hinting Honglian to provide him with some information about the food in the kitchen.
Honglian understood, but she didn't even look at him. She just turned to Su Nuannuan and said calmly, "Grandma, the eight-treasure rice is already steamed. We can't control the heat for the fried tripe you mentioned, and we can't mix the dipping sauce to be so authentic. I'm afraid you'll have to cook it yourself. By the way, I just took a look and the white-brined pork is also frozen. Do you want to eat it tonight?"
“What?” Duan Tingxuan jumped up at once, looked at Su Nuannuan with a “grim smile” and said, “Okay, you lied to me that I would eat porridge and pickles, but it turned out to be eight-treasure rice. Fried tripe? White pork? What is that? Dipping sauce? Eat with a dip? I haven’t eaten it yet, so I said you were hiding it from me. Sure enough, if I hadn’t been busy these two days and made you think I was locked up, would I not be able to eat it today? Too much, Nuannuan, you’re too much…”
Duan Tingxuan was spitting all over his mouth, accusing loudly with a look of "anger and grief", but Su Nuannuan turned a deaf ear to him and just looked at Honglian and gritted her teeth and said, "You did it on purpose, girl, you did it on purpose, right?"
Honglian was surprised and asked, "What do you mean by intentional? Didn't grandma tell us to prepare the food and call you when the rice is ready?"
"You... forget it. You can't prevent a thief from your own house." Su Nuannuan's face was even more sad and angry than the young marquis. She heard him still complaining non-stop. She turned her head and shouted angrily, "Shut up, or I'll make sure you don't even get a grain of rice, not to mention the fried tripe rice pudding."
"Just give me food." Duan Tingxuan decisively ignored Su Nuannuan's bad attitude of "disrespecting her husband's authority" and went into the house while swallowing his saliva.
One meal and two dishes. Su Nuannuan finally made a sour bamboo shoot and duck rack soup and put it on the table. This meal is not only simple, but also shabby. Duan Tingxuan usually eats in the mansion. Without seven or eight dishes, is he worthy of the status of a prince? Even for the staple food, there are rice, steamed buns, etc. for you to choose from. It's not like in Meiyue Tower, there are only a few bowls and plates in front of you, which makes people feel sour.
However, such treatment made the young marquis burst into tears. Seeing Su Nuannuan sitting opposite him, he whispered aggrievedly like a child whose candy was confiscated by an adult: "That's great. Two dishes, and a duck bone soup. I've come to your place so many times, and this is the first time I've had such a sumptuous meal. As expected, you usually abuse me. Knowing that I was coming, you only made such a small amount of food. I was kicked out when I couldn't even eat enough..."
Su Nuannuan got goosebumps all over her body. She squinted her eyes, gritted her teeth, poked a piece of white-fried pork with chopsticks and put it into Duan Tingxuan's bowl: "You are a young marquis. You are wearing silk and satin, and even the fan you are waving is a tribute from Japan. Do you think it is appropriate to act miserable in front of me? Eat quickly. I hate people who can't stop eating."
This was the first time Nuan Nuan picked up food for herself. Hmm! I can't say that. I can only say that this was the first time Nuan Nuan picked up food for herself in Meiyue Tower.
Duan Tingxuan felt a great joy and satisfaction in his heart. He didn't have many happy moments like this since he was a child. He quickly put the pig skin jelly-like thing into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and said in surprise: "This is not just pig skin jelly, um! Honglian said it's called white meat, how is it made?"
"Just eat. Why do you have to ask how to do it every time? Even if you know the method, can't you do it?" Su Nuannuan said unhappily. Duan Tingxuan has this problem. He loves to eat and ask questions. But he is not a hands-on person like herself. Therefore, being a curious baby is not only not cute, but also annoying.
"Tomorrow is December, and several farms will come to pay last season's rent. Some of them are near the sea, so they may be able to send some seafood. You can go and see what you like and bring some back." Duan Tingxuan really did not ask any more questions, but provided Su Nuannuan with a food guide about the backyard kitchen.
"Seafood?" Su Nuannuan's eyes lit up. She had been traveling through your land for several months, but she had never eaten seafood. There was no shortage of river and lake seafood, but she was also puzzled: "It's so hot, won't the seafood stink when it comes here?"
Duan Tingxuan's meaningful look came again, and after a while, he smiled faintly and said, "Use a wooden carriage, cover it with a quilt, and load half of the carriage with ice. Put the fish and shrimp in a large tank with sea water. It's only a three-day journey, and generally speaking, they are still fresh when they arrive at the mansion."
"I see." Su Nuannuan nodded, but was puzzled in her heart, thinking to herself, this is such an ordinary method, why are you looking at me like that?
Soon she knew the answer. Duan Tingxuan picked up a piece of fried tripe with chopsticks and dipped it into the sauce made of sesame paste, sesame oil, chives, a little pepper, mushroom sauce, etc. in the small dish in front of him. He nodded and smacked his lips, shook his head and praised: "It's crispy and delicious, with a long aftertaste. This thing is a great dish to go with wine." After he finished speaking, his tone suddenly changed and he laughed: "Nuannuan, you used to love eating seafood the most. Every year, you would go to see the seafood sent by the farm in person. This method of transporting seafood was thought up by you. At the time, it made the master and his wife very unhappy. They said it was too extravagant. What? Have you forgotten it now?"
Bastard, you were waiting for me here. Su Nuannuan cursed inwardly, and then she understood why Duan Tingxuan looked at her like that: Su Mengnuan had come up with a way to transport seafood, but she had completely forgotten it, which was not right.
This really shouldn't happen, but Su Nuannuan had no choice. Although she inherited Su Mengnuan's memory, she usually didn't think about the things in her memory. For example, she knew clearly the personalities and power divisions of the people in the mansion, or the appearance of the family members of the Duke of Ping's mansion, but she hadn't thought about these unimportant things, so how could she know them? When she heard Duan Tingxuan talk about it, she realized that it seemed to be the case.
Could it be that the scumbag has seen through my identity?
Su Nuannuan was a little nervous, but then she thought, he is not like Honglian Xiangyun who is inseparable from her and can see many flaws. There are only one or two loopholes, and the excuse of escaping death is enough to make up for it. Anyway, the grandmother dare not think too much. Zheng Banqiao said that it is rare to be confused. In the depths of this house, if a time-traveling woman lives too clearly, she will not be able to survive.
So Su Nuannuan immediately raised her face and said confidently: "Yes, I said that after I came back to life that day, my brain was stimulated and I forgot some things."
Duan Tingxuan smiled slightly and said nothing more. He also didn't want to delve into this matter. So the couple didn't say anything else, just concentrated on eating. Duan Tingxuan was probably really hungry, he actually ate three bowls of eight-treasure rice, then he patted his belly and said with satisfaction: "The old lady told me several times that she asked you to go over and talk to her. She likes all the snacks you sent over, especially the white sugar cake you made. Since she ate it, the kitchen is not allowed to make white sugar cake. The old lady said that those are not worthy of being called white sugar cake. Look at the sin you have committed. A plate of white sugar cake was sent over, and the snacks that we have eaten for many years in our house have lost their name. Isn't it unfair?"
"You should tell the old lady about this. How can it be my fault? It's not like I don't allow that dessert to be called white sugar cake."
Duan Tingxuan smiled and said, "Your words reveal a hint of evil intention. I'll go and tell the old lady. Are you looking for a fight? Listen to me. Pick a day in the next few days to visit the old lady and make her some of this white-sealed pork. It's refreshing to eat in the summer. The old lady also likes to eat meat, but she's old and can't stand too much greasy food. The color of this white-sealed pork jelly is bright and transparent, the fat is not greasy, and the lean meat is not dry. The taste is mellow and rich. The old lady will definitely like it."
Su Nuannuan couldn't help but laugh, "You really are a foodie. You keep praising me, and never repeat yourself. You should write food essays. I'm sure all the major restaurants in Beijing will be vying to invite you to taste their specialties."
Duan Tingxuan pouted and said, "I have eaten at famous restaurants in Beijing for at least 80, if not 100, and they don't have any special features, let alone something as unique as yours. Although I am what you call a foodie, I don't like all flavors." As he spoke, he picked up another piece of fried tripe shreds with chopsticks, swallowed it, and turned to shout to the outside, "Honglian, bring me the daughter's red wine that I sent last time, I want to have a few drinks."
Honglian answered from outside the door, and soon brought a delicate small jar. Duan Tingxuan broke the mud seal, poured half a bowl into the wine bowl, looked at Su Nuannuan and said, "Would you like some? This is the authentic thirty-year-old girl's red wine, which was presented to the emperor by a local official as a filial gift. Because I did a good job last time, the emperor specially rewarded me with two jars. Today, after eating your fried tripe shreds, I am willing to drink it, otherwise other dishes would not match this good wine."
Su Nuannuan shook her head. She had no interest in liquor, but Duan Tingxuan's words reminded her that in a few days, all kinds of fruits on the earth would be harvested, and she could make some fruit wine to drink.
Duan Tingxuan took a sip of wine and picked up a piece of fried tripe shreds with chopsticks. He closed his eyes and shook his head to savor it for a while. He felt so comfortable. Until the last bit of fried tripe shreds went into his stomach, he put down the wine bowl and asked Honglian to take the remaining half jar of wine. He suddenly looked at Su Nuannuan and said, "There is news from your parents."
Su Nuannuan was stunned for a moment, then she realized what was going on in her heart. Strictly speaking, the couple had nothing to do with her, but they were the biological parents of this body. Without them, there would be no Su Mengnuan, and there would be no second rebirth for her. So she couldn't be indifferent, both emotionally and rationally.
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