Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

As soon as he entered the study, Li Simi saw his father sitting on the teacher's chair behind the desk with a gloomy face, and her mother was standing next to him, talking to his father cautiously. stop.

Li Simi lowered the expression in her eyes, walked to the middle of the study respectfully and bowed: "My daughter has met her parents."

Li Weiyuan nodded in agreement, but Mrs. Li came over to help her up herself, but she didn't dare to say too much, and took her to sit on the seat together.

"I don't know why parents want their daughter here today?" Although Li Simi had already expected it in her heart, she still pretended not to know and asked.

Li Weiyuan picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, put it down before saying: "Today your mother received an invitation from the Empress Empress to hold a banquet in the palace six days later. I think it is to choose a concubine for the fifth prince."

Li Simei secretly rejoiced, lowered her head and asked, "What do parents mean?"

Mrs. Li is not good at making decisions, she squeaked without answering, Li Weiyuan said: "The queen's edict must not be violated, you and your mother need to prepare as soon as possible."

Li Simi didn't have time to be happy, so she heard Li Weiyuan continue: "But you must remember to keep a low profile and not attract too much attention. After all, the queen and the concubine are two factions. If you marry the fifth prince, Meier, it will be difficult to explain after all. .”

Li Simi tightened her handkerchief secretly. She always knew that there was someone in his father's heart, but she didn't expect to hide it so deeply that the happiness of the family's children was not as good as her right to fight in the harem.

It took a while for her to recover her voice, and said with a forced smile: "Father, in fact, if my daughter marries the fifth prince, it might be helpful to the concubine Xian's grand plan."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"Father, as the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. If you want His Royal Highness to be crowned in the future..." Li Simi smiled and skipped the taboo, "Don't you need to put someone close to the queen and the others?"

Li Weiyuan was a little moved, Mrs. Li, who had never dared to make up her mind, objected aloud, and said with worried eyes: "Daughter, you can't make fun of your lifelong happiness."

Li Weiyuan shouted angrily: "Is this a joke? If Mei'er really married the fifth prince, it would be a blessing. In the future, the second prince will ascend the throne. Although the fifth prince will be defeated, as long as he is obedient, I believe it is not wrong to be an idle prince." A question, didn't Mei'er also marry a good family?"

Li Simi lowered her gaze, the handkerchief in her hand tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again, and finally restrained the twist on her face, patted Mrs. Li's hand and comforted: "Mother, don't worry, my daughter will be fine, As father said, there will be good days waiting for my daughter in the future, do you think my daughter is that kind of unlucky person?"

Mrs. Li could not refute, she just frowned and said: "How can my daughter be an unlucky person, blessed, absolutely blessed."

Li Simi smiled and took the opportunity to lower her head.

An Xining on the other side was very excited today, because Zihua promised him to wash his hands and make soup for him. Thinking about being able to eat the meal that Zihua personally cooked for him, he was so happy, so he spent the whole day Looking forward to the dark, I almost sat in front of the hourglass and counted the time.

Zihua was really annoyed and funny about this. After finishing the painting, he was worried, and added to the people around him: "Let's say it first, it's my first time cooking, so don't have too much hope."

An Xining hugged him and said, "As long as Zihua makes it, I like to eat it."

Zihua gave him a meaningful look: "Okay, that's what you said."

"That's natural."

It was dark early in winter, and the room was dark just after the end of the day. At An Xining's urging, Zhong Zihua had to go to the kitchen, and was annoyed by someone chattering along the way, so I really wanted to give him a ban vocal technique.

Although the weather was cold, the kitchen was warm because of the steaming heat and the fire. For the convenience of cooking, Zi Hua deliberately removed the outer wide-sleeved robe to reveal the clothes inside.

This was specially ordered by An Xining to be made for Zihua. The fine brocade was embroidered with dark patterns of auspicious clouds, and the palm-wide girdle tightly held the tall and thin waist. The beauty of abstinence, the cuffs are tightly fastened by a row of small buttons at the wrist, delicate and unobtrusive, and the neckline is inlaid with a circle of white fox fur, which sets off Zihua's jade-like face, warm and elegant.

An Xining is very satisfied with this, every man likes to dress up the person he likes, it will give them a sense of pride and accomplishment, especially when giving them clothes, they think more about how to take them off with their own hands Down.

Xiao Yantai followed the two of them, wondering: "Your Highness, you should go out first, there are many people in this kitchen, it would be bad if you were hurt."

An Xining cocked his neck: "If you don't go out, my highness is here to watch Zihua and cook. If you talk too much about the little inkstone, my highness will send you to Xinzheku, and give this stupid wolf to you." Your Highness will take you out."

The little wolf who didn't know who was named raised his head stupidly and stared at the meat on the table, drooling. Since returning to Beijing, he has been well-clothed and fed all day long, with a high bed and soft pillows. , Seeing that it made a circle, it almost rolled on the ground.

It is said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. This wolf loses its wildness when it is close to the dog that guards the house, not to mention the little wolf, who is originally a stupid wolf. I don’t know which dog I learned from recently. Lying at Zihua's feet, showing her belly, tilting her head, looking watery at people asking for her stomach to be rubbed, An Xining was so depressed that she wanted to snatch Zihua from him. Tolerate!

Besides, Zihua is cooking for him tonight, what is this stupid wolf doing here!

Zi Hua succinctly threw out a sentence on the side: "If you want to go, go together, if you want to stay together, stay together."

An Xining broke into cold sweat, and looked at the ignorant little wolf, and his heart was about to break. In Zihua's heart, he was actually on the same level as the little wolf...

"Give the little wolf a bone, it must be hungry."

An Xining was heartbroken: "Zi Hua, I'm hungry too."

"Be patient."

"..." He really overestimated himself.

The chubby Chef Chen who was in charge of the kitchen came over with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, my lord, the ingredients are all ready and cleaned, and they can be put into the pot after cutting."

Zi Hua nodded in satisfaction, took the apron from him, and put it on decently, with a serious expression on his face, that posture, people who don't know it can really be fooled by him.

Seeing Zihua turn his back and his plain fingers nimbly tied into a knot on the belt, An Xining couldn't help sighing that as long as a person is good-looking, no matter what he does is pleasing to the eye, especially his daughter-in-law, she is really proud of her. no.

Zihua was calm and calm, and under the curious or expectant eyes of a group of people, he took out a booklet from his arms and looked at it. Everyone didn't know why, but An Xining boldly looked at it, and saw that it was full of words. With tiny print and detailed pictures, it is clearly a recipe with detailed explanations!

The corner of An Xining's mouth twitched. It turned out that Zihua's saying that he was cooking for the first time was not modest, but if it was Zihua's first time, it would be great to think about it!

Feeling flustered in his heart, An Xining asked, "Zi Hua, which dish are you going to cook first?"

Zihua seemed to have never heard of it, and he was still flipping through the recipes in his hands page by page. His serious attitude was like that of a martial artist studying a peerless secret book, and he was still muttering something. Suddenly, joy flashed across his eyes, and he pointed to a page and asked. Said: "Xining, do you like this vegetarian stir-fried three delicacies?"

"As long as Zihua makes it, I like to eat it." An Xining said sweetly, just as he was about to go up to ask for a reward, he was pushed away by Zihua.

After receiving the ingredients from the attendant, Zi Hua held the knife in his right hand and placed it on a potato with his left hand. Everyone saw the light of the knife flashing by. Before they could see his things clearly, Zi Hua had already put down the knife.

Curious, Chef Chen went up to check with An Xining, and saw that the potatoes in good shape turned into shredded potatoes of even thickness after being spread out.

Everyone's eyes were sharp, especially Chef Chen. He has been in this kitchen for almost 30 years, and he has never seen anyone who can make a knife like this so fast. .”

An Xining and You Rongyan were the first to accept the compliment, and Zihua was also a little proud. He didn't expect him to have such a talent in cooking, but his face has always been calm, so now he is a little nervous. I can't tell if I am proud, and I still look calm and breezy.

According to the recipe, Zihua soaked the shredded potatoes in cold water, and then cooked the rest of the ingredients in the same way. After all the preparations were done, the main event began.

Heat the oil on the pot, put the ingredients in order, and then pour in the clear soup made from fresh bamboo shoots. Zihua thinks that cooking is not difficult, but it is a little difficult when he removes the pot and puts salt in the end. The two white sandy things side by side thought they were the same kind of seasoning, so I took some from a jar and put it on the dish.

Chef Chen watched from the side, and when he wanted to stop it, it was too late, so he took a peek at An Xining, and had no choice but to swallow the words silently.

After it was cooked, Zi Hua put it on a plate and held it in front of An Xining. He lightly raised his eyebrows to signal him to taste it, only to see that the stir-fried three delicacies in front of him were oily and tender, and the combination of red and green was very beautiful. The index finger moved.

An Xining was overjoyed, and hurriedly took a bite of the chopsticks handed over by the small inkstone, his expression became more and more strange as he chewed.

"How is it?" Zi Hua didn't show it on his face, but there was still a little eagerness in his voice.

"It's... quite delicious, but it's a little, really just a little bit sweet." An Xining said with difficulty.

Zihua frowned beautifully, took a bite of the chopsticks from An Xining's hand, then his expression changed a few times, and finally he swallowed calmly, and said expressionlessly, "I confused sugar with salt."

As An Xining screamed, he dumped all the dishes on the plate into the bucket next to him, and left the kitchen alone.

The little inkstone exchanged glances with the little wolf on the ground, and then said cautiously, "Your Highness, are you angry?"

An Xining had a headache: "Young Master is angry, and your Highness will also suffer."