[Comprehensive] Daiyu's live broadcast routine

After visiting Zhao Ji, Daiyu took Ying Zheng back to her room.

Lu Buwei is really rich, rich and free, not to mention anything else, just say that the exotic flowers and plants, rockery and strange rocks, flowers, birds, fish and insects she saw along the way are no worse than where she used to live, Although there are hundreds of years between them, being in this courtyard, it seems that these hundreds of years have been reduced to ashes.

Daiyu is used to the thoughts that pop up in her mind by chance. She knows that it must be related to her original memory, but she doesn't take the matter of amnesia to heart.

Memories can be changed, but habits cannot be changed.Daiyu knew that the young man in white that had appeared in her mind would definitely come to her, as if she was sure that she loved him very much.

The room Lu Buwei arranged for Daiyu was in the best location in the entire mansion, and the maid he arranged was also considered to be the best-looking in the whole mansion—yes, Migu with a big pancake face and slender eyes was in the mansion A first-class beauty.

It can be seen that in the current Warring States period, beauties are such a scarce resource. The most beautiful ones either died in the war or were hidden by the royal family, so the rest are ordinary and pleasing to the eye girl.In addition, there are some differences in aesthetics between several countries, so the style of painting of the maids in Lu Buwei's mansion in the past two years is also very strange.

It seems that Lu Buwei, a profiteer, has a strong taste. In fact, it is the structure of society that determines everyone's aesthetics.

"Xiaogu, go and make me and Zheng'er a cup of tea!" Daiyu said casually.

But Mi Gu froze on the spot, rubbing his fingers a little at a loss: "Girl, I don't know, what is this tea? Haven't I heard of it?!"

Daiyu was also stunned, and then her head was flooded with information about the "History of Chinese Tea Culture". Only then did she understand that it was only during the Han Dynasty that large-scale drinking of tea began in Southwest China!Now tea is just a very small drink, many people don't know whether they can drink it, it's good to know!

"Uh, forget it, do you have plum soup?" Daiyu rubbed her nose.

"Yes, I have it. I'm going to prepare it for the girl and the young master. Do you want to chill it with ice?" Mi Gu asked.

"There's no need for that. It's bad for the spleen and stomach if you freeze it, and it's bad for you if you eat it, so you can do it as usual." Daiyu thought for a while, and then said: "Add two qian osmanthus honey and one qian of sugar to the Meisu soup. It is best to boil it with spring water, if there is no spring water, you can also use well water. Let it cool down a little bit before serving."

After hearing this, Mi Gu blinked his small eyes several times, and stammered, "I have all of these, but mixed together...will it taste good?"

"Why... don't you usually do this?" Daiyu's mind flashed the record about making drinks with plums in the "Book of Rites".

You have to have these things to make sour plum soup, right?Without these things, can this soup be delicious?

Daiyu looked at Migu suspiciously.

"Yes, I know, let's do it now." Migu looked at Daiyu's face as a matter of course, and immediately felt a little embarrassed. Daiyu looked at her like this, as if she had no knowledge.But in fact, she was once a famous cook, but she has never tried the way of eating sweet-scented osmanthus honey and sour plum soup together.

But it sounds like it looks pretty good.

Migu obediently took the door and went out, leaving Daiyu and Yingzheng in the room.As soon as Ying Zheng saw the door closed, he couldn't wait to sit next to Daiyu, "What is Meisu soup? Such an elegant name? Sister Yu'er, tell me quickly!"

"Don't worry, let me tell you that this drink has several names. The common name is sour plum soup, and the literary name is Meisu soup. There are two kinds of sour plum soup, green plum soup and yellow plum soup. With sweetness, the yellow plum soup is sweet and slightly sour. In spring and summer, drinking a bowl of this plum soup is the best way to relieve greasy and refresh your mind. Honey will calm your body and nourish your mind. It's black and blue, and the lips are a little white! If Migu knew how to make Poria cocos and jujube paste cake, I'd ask her to make one and present it together!"

Before she knew it, Daiyu had the demeanor of a young lady when she spoke, and when she talked about food, she immediately became the eloquent and eloquent sister Lin.

"What is this Fuling jujube paste cake?" Ying Zheng, who had never eaten anything good, immediately showed admiration after hearing Daiyu's analysis of diet, and continued to ask.

"Poria cocos is a kind of medicinal material. It can be sweet and flat in nature. It can strengthen the spleen and stomach, strengthen the bones and muscles, remove rheumatism, benefit the joints, and stop diarrhea. It can treat contractures and bone pain; malignant sores and carbuncles. It can relieve mercury powder, vermilion poison, etc. Eat it It is also very delicious, with sweet and sour jujube paste, appetizing and healthy. Fuling jujube paste cake can open up your appetite, so that you can eat more rice later. It's a pity that they don't know how to cook, so I can only settle for the next best thing, let her make a bowl of 'Jingui Meisu Soup'." Daiyu propped her chin with her hands, and said slowly.

"So it's so talkative! Which family's theory is this, why is it unheard of?"

The little Yingzheng frowned and said, "Isn't this the theory of all schools of thought?!"

"Of course not. This is a summary of what I have read and eaten a lot of delicacies. Dishes must not only be delicious and satisfy the appetite, but more importantly, care for the five internal organs and allow the body to work normally. If you eat something, you will lose weight." I don’t know what the advantages and disadvantages are, it’s very dangerous. Some foods can’t be eaten together, and you will die if you eat them. If you eat too much of some foods, you will get sick or die. There are so many places to talk about!" Daiyu smiled, "The theory is just for others to hear, I am not a theory, but just a talk from experience, just listen to it as a fun before dessert, don't take it too seriously!"

"I see, sister Yu'er. But, sister, what country are you from? When I grow up, I will find a girl from your home country to be my wife!" Ying Zheng said with sparkling eyes.

Daiyu patted his head and said with a smile: "You are still young, getting married and having children is too far away, right now, drink the sour plum soup first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mi Gu pushed the door into the room with three bowls of fragrant sour plum soup, followed by Lu Buwei who was smiling all over his face.

Ying Zheng's heart sank suddenly.

half an hour later

"So, we are going to leave for Qin in three days, right? Didn't we say we will leave in half a year?" Daiyu finished drinking the Meisu soup in the bowl and said.

"The battle ahead is tight now, so I have to send the two of you on the road first." Lu Buwei said, "What's more, Zheng'er will be six years old in a few months, and you have spent these months on the road. After the country, there will naturally be someone to take care of you, I have dealt with the matter here and then I will go there..."

"Father Zhong, then... what about my mother?" Ying Zheng glanced at Lu Buwei cautiously.

"Isn't your mother in front of you?" Lu Buwei laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Miss Yu'er, I sent you a lot of beautiful clothes, and you wear them on the road, waiting for you to go on the road Now, I’ll give you another coin. Qin’s coin is different from ours in Zhao’s. It’s best to exchange some with you before you go abroad. The food, lodging and daily life on the road will be under the care of the two maids, Mi Gu and Xi Mi, and I will give you six servants and two guards to accompany you on the road."

After Lu Buwei finished speaking, he glanced at Ying Zheng again: "That woman probably won't live for two days. If you miss her, go and see her. After you leave, I will let people bury her in a safe place. Don't worry."

"Father Zhong, I..." Ying Zheng raised his head suddenly.

"Hey!" Lu Buwei stood in front of Ying Zheng with one hand out, refusing his question, "That's it, it's getting late, Zheng'er, you still have riding and archery homework to do this afternoon, don't worry." I'm pestering your mother, go out with me!"

As he said that, he was going to pull Yingzheng.

Yingzheng looked anxiously at Daiyu, but Daiyu just ate the fruit without giving him a look.

"Don't forget the food I asked you to bring me." Daiyu said casually.

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he replied at the last moment when he stepped out of the threshold: "Yes, mother!"

Daiyu smiled and took a bite of the plum, which almost made her teeth sour.

Ying Zheng really went all out for his mother, and if he couldn't steal the medicine from Lu Buwei's pharmacy, he rode up the mountain to collect medicine while the master of riding and archery was not around.He recognized the plants that Daiyu had drawn for him, but he didn't know which parts of these plants were edible, so he simply picked up all the roots and leaves, and worked all afternoon to collect half of the herbs.

When Daiyu saw Ying Zheng at dinner, she found that he was built like a mud monkey, with mud marks all over his face and scratches from trees. The bruises and swellings together were terrifying, but this child But his eyes were as bright as stars, and he held up a bunch of straws and said loudly: "Sister Yu'er, I have collected half of the medicine, and not a single herb is broken, and I brought you back even the roots and whiskers. Use it?"

Daiyu touched his dusty face, only to find that behind Yingzheng was dragging a snakeskin bag taller than others, filled with various medicinal herbs. But they were all preserved.

"Good boy, your mother will be fine, I promise."

Daiyu hugged Yingzheng, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, regardless of the dirt on his body.

Ying Zheng smiled foolishly, showing his standard eight white teeth.