Perhaps this is how people of higher status are.
She presents a dignified and aloof demeanor in front of others, but is also a lively person behind their backs.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze was too meaningful, and Gu Xizhou felt a chill on the back of his neck. He didn't understand why the woman was staring at him with a hooking gaze after only one night.
What do you mean? Are you planning to seduce him?
Gu Xizhou even considered whether he should be honest with her and tell her that he was just her brother-in-law.
Don't let your mind wander.
However, their true identity is quite secretive, so how could they just casually tell others?
This could very well result in a death. If it were just one person's life, he wouldn't be afraid, but none of his subordinates in Qi could escape.
The law is merciless.
Even though the young emperor is now very dependent on him and truly treats him like a real uncle, how can this dependence outweigh the clearly written laws?
Gu Xizhou had a slight headache. He didn't know how to reject someone without hurting them, especially since this person required him to be with them day and night.
Su Jiaoniang was being stared at by Gu Xizhou.
She turned around and gave me a knowing look.
If you're going to sneak a bite, just sneak a bite. There's no need to be so guilty.
She's not stupid; she's put so much effort into teaching the young Buddha. How could she refuse such an excellent mentor?
"Could you please help me find some dried jujube wood? I'll just make some plain white porridge and side dishes for breakfast, and we can have roast duck for lunch." And once the roast duck is ready, we can't forget the scraps; she can make some braised duck feet, duck necks, and beef! The fragrant and spicy flavor is an irresistible delicacy.
In the bustling city of later generations, a braised food shop would quietly open at every subway corner. Each region had its own specialty: soy-braised in the north, cured meat in the northwest, and five-spice braised in the south.
These things may seem insignificant, but they are indispensable. Meat and vegetables, as long as they are edible, can be braised. The braised dishes she wanted to make were more like the spicy and fragrant flavor of Sichuan cuisine. She glanced at Gu Xizhou out of the corner of her eye and thought, "What a pitiful person, he can't even eat spicy food!"
There's a saying in the braised food industry: "Southern braising, Northern sauce." Northern-style braised food is enhanced with various sauces. For example, Gu Xizhou's style, which doesn't suit Sichuan flavors, could be a separate Northern-style braised food. As for Cantonese-style braised food, Su Jiaoniang has no idea.
The cost is too high; she can't handle it.
Moreover, even simple Sichuan-style and Northern-style braised dishes require a huge amount of work.
There wasn't enough time to start making soybean paste now, so she could only exchange it with some families in the village who made good-tasting soybean paste. The villagers were honest and simple, and they wouldn't charge her for a bowl of soybean paste. Su Jiaoniang asked Futu to take half a pound of meat to exchange for soybean paste.
I just grabbed a quick breakfast.
Little Ya was taken away by Gouhua, and Futu, having changed his sauce, also slipped away towards the county town.
He instructed Chang Dali to establish himself and learn martial arts in the rented courtyard. However, without a qualified master, there was no room for improvement in his martial arts skills. If you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it grass.
Fu Tu touched the remaining silver on his body and had a general idea of how much it cost.
We can afford to hire an experienced veteran with physical disabilities who has come from the battlefield.
Chang Dali has talent, it shouldn't be wasted. Use him for a few years, then send him to the battlefield. In the future, he'll have people in his army who, if anyone dares to bully his mother and sister, he can wave his hand and have 100,000 soldiers each punch them, turning them into pancakes.
Futu was thinking about the future, while Xiaoya and Gouhua chattered on about the lively scene at the dock.
"That guy who ate cold noodles yesterday was so handsome, even more handsome than Uncle Gu." Gouhua propped her chin up, her eyes shining, and she missed the person she had seen yesterday very much.
She was incredibly robust, like a long-lived, healthy person in the village.
But she didn't like it this way. She wanted to be beautiful with smooth, delicate skin, but she didn't have that. So she preferred to look like this.
For example, Xiaoya!
Xiao Ya has become more and more beautiful lately. Her thin face has gradually gained some weight, she wears nice clothes, and her hair has turned from dry and yellow to jet black. She looks beautiful.
Zhang Erzhu frowned: "That person may be good-looking, but he's weird and creepy. Little sister, don't mess with him."
"I know!" Gouhua pouted and rolled her eyes at Erzhu. The man's clothes shimmered with silver light in the sunlight, clearly indicating their great value. Did she think she could just provoke him like that?
How could a wealthy young master fall for a country bumpkin?
It's not a storybook. Besides, even storybooks don't write it like that.
Fu Tu's attention was drawn to the conversation between the two. He was handsome, with a strange and unapproachable air about him; his appearance was even comparable to Mr. Gu's! All he could think of was Rong Zhen. Why hadn't that person left yet? Those who were supposed to come couldn't be found, and those who were supposed to leave were still here.
Fu Tu originally planned to act on his own once he entered the county town, but he changed his mind because of the conversation between the two.
We have plenty of time.
We walked to the dock, which was crowded and chaotic, with a damp and fishy smell in the air.
His gaze swept across the dock, but he didn't see anyone who was particularly good-looking.
However, the business of making cold noodles doesn't seem to be doing very well lately.
"What happened?" Fu Tu asked.
He had already set up his stall and walked around the dock once, but business hadn't even started yet.
"The weather isn't as hot as usual, and the cold noodles aren't hot either, so of course there's less to eat. Don't worry, brother, I've already started thinking about other food items. I'll add some more to sell once I've decided," the little girl said with a grin.
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