A quarter of an hour later, Qinghe walked in with a beautiful food box, put it down, and took out a bowl and two dishes from it.

A bowl of porridge, a plate of lotus slices, and a plate of pastries.

Qinghe knew that Dianhua did not understand the many etiquettes of Qi Mansion, so she quickly said, "Immortal Master, the porridge is also hot, and the temperature of the dishes is too high. Now is not the best time to eat breakfast."

"Before breakfast, you need to clean your hands, clean your noodles, and clean your mouth."

"Please wait for the immortal master."

The Taoist robe immortal weapon that was just enlightened yesterday comes with body purification techniques, and the body can always be kept clean and there is no need for these things at all.

Originally, Dian Hua wanted to refuse, but Qinghe quickly left the living room without giving him this opportunity.

Looking at the green lotus in and out, busy, Dianhua found that compared with last night, both the green bamboo and the green lotus seemed to have changed a lot, becoming more vivid, more lively, more... more like a "person" than a "tool".

It seemed that because he forgave Qingzhu and let Qingzhu stay, Qinghe was very grateful for this, so she treated him more attentively.

Thinking of this, Dian Hua did not call Qinghe, and as she wished, she would just experience what the decayed and depraved life of the upper-class people in feudal society was like.

Shortly after Qinghe went out, she soon led four thirteen or fourteen-year-old maids in green long skirts to come in. The four maids were holding a basin filled with warm water, a tea bowl and a small plate of bamboo shoots on one tray, a spittoon on the other, and a few dry and wet towels placed separately.

Dian Hua was full of curiosity about what was happening now and was about to happen, with this expectation. He just didn't speak or did nothing extra. He treated himself as a puppet and obediently allowed Qinghe to teach him step by step. Qinghe said he would do whatever he should do.

"First wipe your hands with a wet towel, then change to another wet towel and wipe your cheeks first, then apply some flower soap paste on your hands and face, rinse it with clean water in the washbasin, and then wipe it dry with a dry towel."

"The next thing is to clean the mouth. You need to chew the bamboo shoot over half a cup of tea, then rinse your mouth with salt water, spit it into the spittoon, then rinse your mouth with clean water, and rinse it twice. Finally, wipe the corners of your mouth with a dry towel, and the preparations before eating will be completed."

It took Dianhua nearly a quarter of an hour to wash up.

Qinghe waved her hand and asked the four little maids to go down and said, "Immortal Master, the temperature is just right now, so you can enjoy breakfast. Drink porridge first to warm your stomach."

After hearing that he could have breakfast, Dianhua, who had long been hungry, used to following Qinghe's advice, quickly picked up the spoon and took a sip of golden millet porridge.

‘Well~ It’s so delicious!’ Dianhua squinted his eyes and quietly savored the taste just now: ‘It seems that it tastes like chicken soup. This is not a simple millet porridge. There must be other ingredients in it. I don’t know what it is?’

Dian Hua glanced at Qinghe and asked, "Ingredients?"

Qinghe has a strong understanding ability. Although she only has one word, she immediately understood what Dianhua wanted to ask. Xiaoyu Yanyan explained: "The breakfast you used is the same dish as the master. This bowl of millet porridge is made of hen soup stewed over low heat all night. After filtering the solid residues such as chicken, chicken bones, spices, ingredients, etc. with gauze, only clear chicken soup is left to make soup, and added millet to make it."

Dian Hua was amazed in his heart. He spent a night and made it so exquisitely, but it looked like ordinary millet porridge. If he hadn't taken a sip in person, he wouldn't have seen the difference between it and ordinary millet porridge. It was really "low-key".

After drinking two more sips of porridge, Qinghe continued, "Immortal Master, don't just drink porridge, eat some pastries and side dishes."

Dianhua picked up a piece of light yellow pastry and put it in front of him to look carefully. He found that from the side, it was not a whole, but a square pastry formed by each layer as thin as a cicada's wings, stacked together layer by layer.

It is inconspicuous from a distance, but it is a work of art when you look close. It almost makes Dianhua feel reluctant to say anything.

Put the pastry in your mouth and chew it gently, it is warm and delicious, sweet but not greasy.

This sweetness is...

"Honey?"

Qinghe didn't know much about this pastry, so she explained it in a general way: "This pastry is just made of rice and honey. It does not use precious ingredients, but the method is a bit exquisite."

‘Yes, it does not use precious ingredients, but the effort and effort are more precious than precious ingredients.’

Dianhua picked up a piece of lotus root slice and looked carefully. Like pastries, the lotus root slices were ordinary lotus root slices from a distance, but when you look close, you also found that they were actually cut into pieces of lotus root slices as thin as cicada wings and stacked again.

The holes of lotus root slices are cut into diced by other vegetables, and these vegetables are naturally treated the same way as lotus root slices.

What's strange is that these vegetables are obviously superimposed by thin slices, but I don't know what method they used to stick together tightly. When the chopsticks were picked up, they did not dissipate or deformed at all.

I put it in front of my nose and smelled it gently, and it seemed to have a faint smell of wine.

Dianhua took a bite and the taste was average when she first put it in. Only the crispness of the lotus root slices and the faint aroma of the wine, but the more you eat it, the more fragrant it became. The various flavors of other vegetables, the taste of eggs, etc., the thousands of flavors stimulate the taste buds to turn into a sense of pleasure called deliciousness and flowing into my heart.

After swallowing it unconsciously, the fragrance remains on the lips and teeth, making people feel endless aftertaste. It is so delicious.

Qinghe found that the immortal master seemed to enjoy eating, and was also very curious and curious. After eating a dish, he was also interested in its recipe.

‘Fortunately, I am also good at cooking and am proficient in some of these family-born dishes in the mansion, otherwise I would have been stolen.’

With the previous two explanations, Qinghe became more and more skillful. This dish was one of the dishes she was best at. This time, without Dianhua asking, Qinghe saw Dianhua looking at her and immediately explained:

"This dish uses ordinary ingredients, and only one fresh word is taken, but it tests the skill of the knife. Each vegetable must first slice the lotus root and cut into small round diced vegetables according to the normal size, and inlaid the small round diced pieces into the natural holes of the lotus root slices, and splice them tightly together."

"Then cut the spliced ​​lotus slices into thin slices as thin as cicada wings, and then apply egg white as adhesive to one side of the slices, and re-stack them."

"Fry again in the cool until warm sesame oil for a while, and remove it before it is browned. The heat of this process is very important, whether it is sesame oil or frying. If you are not careful, the heat will be either too big or small. If you are a little bit short, the dish will be ruined."

"After frying, take it out, put it in a small bamboo steamer, and steam it with turbid wine made from grains that took thirty years to cook. Steam for a while, and remove the greasiness of sesame oil and the fishy smell of egg whites."
Chapter completed!