Xueying carried a box of hot potatoes, Gu Xiang returned home, asked Lao Gou and the others to inform County Magistrate Wang and County Magistrate Zhou to come and talk, and wrote another letter to Duke An Guo.

As for whether this letter can be delivered to Duke An Guo, how can it be delivered? Gu Xiang doesn't have to worry about it.

Gu Xiang is more confident in the penetration capacity of the Imperial City Department every day.

Duke An even knew that she had a love to get up in the middle of the night and had a midnight snack, but what else was she not sure about?

Even if she didn't write a letter, the other party was afraid that they knew the big things that happened here. They only knew that the other party had no reaction. It must be his own reason.

Xueying sat at the door while wiping the sword while watching the little lady write the letter, and thought to herself: The little lady has a good temper and is not angry!

If it were her, someone would have been so obsessed with him that he would have to break the other person's neck.

Things seemed to be very complicated, but Gu Xiang was still thinking about his court food first.

Food is the most important thing for people.

For Gu Xiang, every meal and every meal makes his diners eat and drink well, but it is not just a spiritual satisfaction.

Recently, the heat of the summer has occurred, and she feels a little annoyed, so she suddenly wants to eat a bowl of red oil jelly.

Gu Xiang used to go to eat jelly every now and then in summer. The meals in the school’s three canteens are very ordinary, either greasy or bland. Only the red oil jelly, spicy, mixed with vinegar, a handful of fried peanuts, fresh and delicious cucumber strips, was really a bowl, and it was extremely satisfying.

Recalling the taste of jelly at school, Gu Xiang grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and pounded them very delicately. The oil was boiled and hot. After pouring it, the chili was cooked in an instant.

The aroma of oil was filled with spicy and spicy taste, and the saliva of the two little chefs who helped to wipe the pot pots left and right was rumbling out. Lao Gou and Ermu were both fond of spicy food. At this moment, they couldn't help it and came over and ate three pancakes with the chili oil that had just been out of the pot.

"Tsk, it's more delicious than meat sauce!"

The fried peppers are actually not so spicy, but they are very fragrant and they are very meal-served.

"Only our village is rich now and has abundant food, otherwise we wouldn't be able to eat enough."

Gu Xiang ignored him, cut the pepper slices and carefully marinated them with oil, salt and sugar. This was another flavor.

After packing up the chili peppers, Gu Xiang took out the jelly made from the well. It was made of mung beans. It was a little thin green, square, and bright like jade. It looked very cute just by looking at it.

This jelly is indeed not simple. The mung beans made by the jelly are all produced on the farm. They are full of grains and are excellent beans. They taste sweet and mellow. The soy milk they make are already very delicious without adding sugar. The bean paste cake made is even more lovely than meat on such summer days.

After cutting the jelly, scoop a large spoonful of fine chili oil and stir gently, and then add a little sweet and sour sauce. It’s so spicy and sour and appetizing, it’s simply too beautiful!

Suck!

A group of guards were sucking saliva together.

In the middle of the night, they ran out with Gu Xiang to listen to stories and catch people. They worked hard to move the coffin and fill the pits. They were tired and hungry. At this time, they quickly lined up with their own dishes and chopsticks, and they called it, and they tasted the food for the diners first.

The taste is naturally very good.

However, eating only jelly is monotonous, and whether it is the villagers or their own employees, they all have to do their jobs and need to eat something real.

Gu Xiang then baked some sesame cakes with hand, cut them open in the middle, applied a thin layer of sauce, and pounded soft pork chops and chicken chops, and then a few green leaves, and a little cucumber. The sesame cake was released. Gu Xiang took one first, then served with jelly and ate happily.

Not to mention, Gu Xiang thinks that the sesame cakes and jelly she made can at least be of the quality of a five-star hotel when put into modern times.

If you don’t like to comment on traditional Chinese delicacies, you can also comment on Michelin three-star food. If you can also comment on domestic snacks, Gu Xiang is really confident about his own sesame cakes. At least in terms of taste, he is definitely better than them.

Gu Xiang had a pleasant meal. At this time, the sky was about to be dark. The villagers in the neighborhood were already so excited that they could not lie down by the aroma of spicy oil. They got up one by one and looked around. Seeing the opportunity, they quickly put on their clothes, picked up the suitable ones and snatched them in front, made two bowls of jelly, bought two sesame cakes and went back to add some food.

The noisy diners came out sleepily, and the door of "Gu Ji" was suddenly noisy and lively. Gu Xiang accompanied this kind of excitement, especially the rapid increase in the systematic food spots, and went back to the house to sleep and go back to sleep.

Xueying thought about it, took two sesame cakes and made a pot of jelly.

She always uses basins for meals. If she uses bowls, she will be able to eat with her... she will probably be delayed by all her time.

Xueying suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at the side of the Tao that was not far away.

On the edge of Gu Zhuang Road, Di Yahuai was excited and shivered. A layer of fine goose bumps appeared on his arms.

He sighed and heard a sweet call coming from beside him: "Dilang."

Di Yahuai choked in his throat in one breath, coughed a few times, and didn't want to turn around and look, but just felt upset.

"Dilang, you stand back and hurt you carefully."

Di Yahuai: “…”

The next one was pulled by four snow-white horses in the carriage. The pearl bead curtain was lifted, and a young lady of eighteen or nineteen years old came out of the carriage.

The young lady wore a straight blue hem with plain face and a long sword hung on her waist seal. The sword was a bit thin, the scabbard was very luxurious, and a blue gem was inlaid, which was very exquisite.

She got out of the car and smiled politely at Di Yahuai. Then she raised her eyes to look at the door plaque of "Gu Ji", turned around, glanced at the diners lined up in front of the door, raised her hand and closed her hair, moved her lotus steps lightly, walked to the diners, and said naturally: "My fellow villagers, I'm looking for revenge for this family. Please avoid being injured by accident."

This little lady has a romantic temperament, especially her eyes and eyebrows are full of confidence, as if there is nothing she can't do in the world, as if what she says must be followed by everyone.

The villagers lined up all turned their heads to look at her, but only thought she was sick.

The few who were queuing up in front quickly took two more steps forward, and the others followed closer.

"I came up with such tricks, would I want to go to the line?"

The villagers lowered their voices and whispered in a low voice, and their slightest voices started to speak.

The little lady stood on one side, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and a hint of compassion and helplessness appeared in her expression: "Hey, this world is full of mediocre people, and the foul smell in the turbid world is really embarrassing!"

The villagers: "…"
Chapter completed!