Seeing that she had changed her face, Ji Xianzhi couldn't help but explain to Ning Nanyou: "The lord has no choice...he..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Shan resolutely interrupted him: "Mr. Ji, don't say much. I understand. I believe that the queen can understand the lord... I will take my leave first."

Qianshan owed to him, and before Ji Xianzhi could speak, he turned around and ran towards the East Kitchen yard.

Ji Xianzhi knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless. So he sighed and turned around and left the East Courtyard.

Qianshan rushed to the kitchen angrily. Before she could enter, she saw Jiang Chengjia squatting in front of the stove with sweat on her face. Seeing this, she felt a sense of distress and suddenly felt that she could not tell the story of Ning Nan's promise.

These days, Jiang Chengjia smiled a few times. She sat on the short couch in the room, feeling like she was lost. Now she finally smiled again because of her agreement with her son-in-law. If she told her now...

Qianshan thought about this and swallowed it back when she said something.

Jiang Chengjia added firewood and stood up to lift the lid of the pot. The heat coming from her face made her dizzy and she immediately became a little unsteady under her feet.

Qianshan hurriedly rushed up to support her and said worriedly: "Miss, should I go outside for a rest first? I'll take care of it here."

Jiang Chengjia smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. This soup cake is hard to control, and it will be too stewed if you are not careful... Then the flour will rise, and the water will absorb too much water and it will not be tough enough to taste. Do you really want to help me... and see if the shiba cakes on the steamer are ready?"

She was quiet and happy. But this full of interest made Qianshan even more sad. So she stood beside her and was out of sight.

Seeing that Qian Shan had no movement for a long time, Jiang Chengjia felt confused and looked up at her, but saw that the girl was dazed and didn't know what she was thinking. So she asked casually: "What's wrong? So absent-minded? You've just gone out... But Uncle Ji is here to look for it?"

Qianshan's heart trembled slightly when she heard this, and she woke up and said, "It's true that Mr. Ji is here to find him."

"But my lord feels hungry?" Jiang Chengjia looked at her with a smile, rubbing the awakened dough with both hands, and constantly patting the white flour in her hands with 40% force. When the dough was pulled with a little force, she passed the oil tea and continued to put it on the long chopping board to knead it. When the water in the pot was boiling, she quickly pulled out the fine noodles from the large dough and kneaded them into strips. Under this skillful technique, the pot was quickly filled with dough shreds. The sesame oil and dough fragrance also floated out with the continuous rolling of hot water.

Although Qianshan has seen her girl make this soup cake more than once, whenever she looks again, she always amazed at her technique and the fragrance that comes out when she boils the shredded silk in water. The only side of the shredded silk is fragrant, and the sauce made by the girl himself... the deliciousness is simply indescribable...

She was attracted by the soup cakes, and she forgot to answer, and continued to stare at the pot and bowl in a daze.

Seeing that she was so greedy, Jiang Chengjia couldn't help but smile and said, "If you want to eat in the future, after returning to Luoyang, I will teach Xue Qing. In the future, you two will get married, and he can make it for you every day."

Qianshan was just imagining the scene when Jiang Chengjia sprinkled the sauce when the soup cake was cooked. He suddenly heard Xue Qing's name, and his face turned red instantly. He lowered his head and said angrily and coquettishly: "Miss, don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay! If you are so absent-minded, I will continue to talk nonsense." Jiang Chengjia knew that she had a thin face and joked, and immediately restrained her words, "Tell me, you are so worried, but what did Uncle Ji say to you just now? Is there anything about the lord?"

"Uh?" Qian Shan froze, looking hesitant, not knowing whether to say or not.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Ji said... I'm afraid my lord can't accompany you for dinner today..."

Jiang Chengjia's hand holding a long-handled spoon shook slightly, his face was covered by the misty water vapor, and he couldn't see what kind of expression it was.

But the kitchen room suddenly fell silent, and Qianshan was so quiet that she panicked.

"Girl... Maybe the lord has something urgent." Qianshan felt that it was really quiet and terrible, so he hurriedly spoke to Ning Nanyou and explained.

Jiang Chengjia took a long spoon, pinched the long handle of the pot, and covered the qi. The steam was full of steam. She looked as usual, and she smiled at Qianshan and said, "He has something important to do, it's not a big deal. These dishes... I'll just take them to the South Courtyard. My mother has been eating liquid food these days and should replenish her body."

She seemed to be distracted, but she lowered her head, but she unconsciously showed a look of disappointment. Seeing her forcibly pretending, Qianshan also felt a sense of bitterness in her heart.

"Girl..." she murmured.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chengjia looked up at her. Seeing Qianshan's worried and distressed look on her face, the corner of her unconscious drooping mouth was raised up by her. She smiled, broke the dull atmosphere in the room, and said as if nothing had happened: "What expression are you? I'm not sad yet? Why are you saddering than me?"

What Qianshan feared the most was Jiang Chengjia, who was so excited that she was pretending to smile. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to persuade her.

"Okay, okay, go and see if the veal cakes in the steamer are ready. If they are steamed for a long time, they will probably not be delicious." Jiang Chengjia immediately sent her aside, turned around and showed a silence on her face. She looked at the six or seven kinds of meals on the table table next to her, and sighed silently.

Qianshan was pushed aside by her and looked at her again, and saw that Jiang Chengjia had already gone to another idle stove to prepare the sauce.

Xiao Cui was still packing other ingredients outside.

Today's banquet was perfect... She prepared a meal to apologize to Ning Nanyou. It seems that the perfect banquet could only be given up, and it was pressed down in her heart, and the words were filled with a lot of money, and no one could tell.

Jiang Chengjia put down the kitchen knife, opened the window, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley. But when she turned around, she saw Qianshan and Xiao Cui were still busy. She felt that she shouldn't make them worry, so she forced herself to continue the meal.

backyard.

After Ji Xianzhi left the East Kitchen, he walked back to the west courtyard from the small corridor in the backyard.

Biyunfang returned from Cao's place and happened to see Ji Xianzhi who had returned in a hurry, so she called him out and called him: "Old Ji."

Ji Xianzhi entered the yard from the back door and heard Biyun's call from the side, so he quickly stopped and looked to the side. Biyun stood in front of the screen wall of the west courtyard and looked at him.

"At this time...why did you come back from the South Courtyard?"

Biyun rarely returned to the West Courtyard at noon. When Ji Xianzhi saw her at this moment, he was naturally a little surprised.

"Mrs. I wanted to be quiet alone, so I dispersed the maids and maids in the house and left a servant to guard it first. I came back to get some clothes. Looking at my wife's illness, I was afraid I would be spending the night with me." Biyun explained.

Ji Xianzhi nodded, looked at her somewhat bad face, and couldn't help but nag, "Madam, this disease needs to be taken care of slowly. When you stay with me at night, be careful and don't get rid of it."

"Yeah." Biyun replied, "I know all this."

Ji Xianzhi and she entered the house. The couple took a little care of the messed up room that was made by Ji Que.

"Qi'er didn't know where he went, so he went to play with any maid. You don't care." Biyun complained.

Ji Xianzhi echoed, "Why don't you care? In a few days, the lord's husband invited from Jianye will arrive, and this girl's good life will come to an end. At that time, you can only stay in the mansion and study. Don't worry like this, I will take care of everything."

Biyun quickly tidied up Ji Que's small bed, then sat on the mat in the middle of the house and poured a pot of water to drink, and asked while drinking: "What's going on with the lord and the daughter? What's going on with Mrs. Xiang? I remember... Didn't the lord like Mrs. Xiang the most when he was a child? Why did he get tired of her when he grew up? Since he was tired, why did he deliberately get close to her?"

Ji Xianzhi took out some clothes from her suitcase, then packed them with a long towel, walked to her, and sat down cross-legged.

"The lord likes Mrs. Xiang when he was a child, he can't continue to like him now... After all, Mrs. Xiang is the widow of the former Grand Sima Wei Cao. He did not deliberately get close to him, but because of the friendship he grew up together since childhood, he was in close contact." Ji Xianzhi, Denning Nanyou, explained in a hurry without hiding his childhood.

Biyun glanced at him and sighed, "If you have something to hide from me, I will know that it is... If it is related to the Lord's public and private affairs, you can just say it. I will not ask too much, nor do I have to refuse to tell me in a roundabout way. If the Lord really treats Mrs. Xiang as his close friend's widow, then the servants and maids in the mansion will not point at him and whisper."

Ji Xianzhi's face froze slightly, and he smiled gently at her and said, "I can't hide anything from you."

"If the lord asked you to hide it, it would be fine if you didn't tell me." Biyun waved her hand, took the bag from his hand, got up and walked out of the house.

"I'm leaving now?" Ji Xianzhi wanted to keep her talking, so he asked hurriedly.

"Let's go. There is only a servant guarding the wife of the South Courtyard, I'm not relieved." Biyun walked straight towards the gate of the West Courtyard.

Ji Xianzhi sat in the hall and sighed. His eyes were far away, and he remembered what Biyun said just now.

If you want to talk about why the lord hated Li Xiangjun so much, it can be traced back to the reason why he was sent to the Western Demon by the King of Dai to the West when he was eleven years old.

Mrs. Cao was humiliated when she was seven years old in Ning Nanyou, and then she was crazy and unconscious. During the darkest years, Li Xiangjun was always with Ning Nanyou. In his lonely and dark childhood, she was his only friend. Therefore, Ning Nanyou trusted Li Xiangjun at that time, and said everything to her and talked about everything.
Chapter completed!