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The next day, the family also woke up before dawn and got busy.
Because they have to prepare an extra breakfast for Nalan Jinnian, Wen Nuan is only responsible for making breakfast today.
She wrapped up mutton dumplings, cooked a pot of Yuanbei chicken porridge, then made spring rolls with shredded chicken and vegetables.
When the sky was light, the big bad wolf and little black eagle came, and the big bad wolf had a food container hung around its neck.
Wen Nuan fed Da Hui and Xiao Hei, then she put Nalan Jinnian's breakfast in the food box, poured the porridge into a small clay pot, sealed the mouth with lotus leaves and a clean cloth towel, and tied it up with twine.
Wen Nuan secured the food container on the back of the big bad wolf, gave the porridge to the eagle and let it hold it with its claws, then these two clever little things were obediently sent back to their owner.
On the mountain..
Steward Yuan grabbed the big bad wolf’s food container and the clay pot in the eagle’s claws.
He took out a plate of mutton dumplings, grabbed spring rolls with both hands, took out a clay pot filled with porridge, and placed them on the table one by one.
The big bad wolf is fast, and these things still exude heat.
Nalan Jinnian looked at the mutton dumplings that were as fat as ingots, the two spring rolls, and the thick and creamy Yuanbei chicken porridge in a small clay pot. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his mood improved a lot.
He first spooned a spoonful of porridge and tasted it. It was delicious, soft and sweet, and moderately thick, leaving a savory aftertaste.
Nalan Jinnian quickly ate two of the mutton dumplings from his rich and flavorful breakfast.
At this time, Feng Nianchen walked in. He smelled the aroma of food in the room and saw two fat dumplings on the plate.
It looks delicious at first glance!
He widened his eyes and looked at Steward Yuan angrily: "Steward Yuan, why is my breakfast different from your master’s?"
What was he eating just now?! Squishy porridge steamed into a hard rock that almost knocked his teeth out!
What is this unfair treatment?
Nalan Jinnian didn’t even pretend to be polite, picking up a dumpling and putting it in his mouth gracefully.
Feng Nianchen saw that there was only one dumpling left. He rushed over to the round table, grabbed the last one, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it: it is juicy and tender, and the flavor is exceptional.
It is really delicious!
It's so delicious he almost swallowed his tongue!
Feng Nianchen is even more dissatisfied!
"Okay! Steward Yuan, you secretly prepare such delicious food for your master, and prepare pig food for me! How can you do this?"
Steward Yuan's eyes are filled with grievances: "Young Master Feng, it was not me who prepared these things for the master earlier, it was Miss Wen.”
Pig food? That is the breakfast he worked so hard to make, okay? He eats it himself!
Feng Nianchen turned to Nalan Jinnian with a look of surprise: "Why did the little girl prepare breakfast for you and not for me?"
Did this person eat his share too?
Nalan Jinnian: "I paid money and asked her to do it."
Feng Nianchen heard this, and said with dissatisfaction: "Why don't you let her prepare one more portion for me? Don't you know how unpalatable the things made by Steward Yuan is? It's even worse than pig food!"
"Forgot." Nalan Jinnian said calmly.
Feng Nianchen looked distressed, and was hit hard: Look at this shallow-hearted, inconsiderate, cold-blooded, and ruthless person!
In the end, he will not regard himself as a brother!
How many sleepless nights had he gone through worrying about him and researching the antidote for his hand?!
But when you have something delicious, you don’t remember his share!
"Too much! Too much!"
"You can ask her in the afternoon. One hundred taels of silver a month. It's so expensive, I can't make the decision for you, right?" Nalan Jinnian said solemnly.
Feng Nianchen was stunned: "One hundred taels of silver a month?!! Is there any mistake? Shouldn't it be one or two taels of silver?"
"No mistake."
"Why is the little girl such a money grubber?!" One hundred taels of silver a month, there is no cook in the imperial dining room who makes that much!
"You can skip eating."
Feng Nianchen: "..."
Feng Nianchen looked at Steward Yuan. Thinking of the pig food that he had just eaten, his appetite was lost. Then he thought of the fresh mutton dumpling just now. Reluctantly he said, "Let’s eat it!"
Otherwise, every time he eats at the same table, the person opposite eats delicious meals, and he eats pig food by himself. How can he stand it?
Feng Nianchen asked grudgingly: "Steward Yuan, is it really so expensive?"
Steward Yuan looked serious: "The master gave out his qin, a tea set of famille rose inlaid with rubies and gold branches, a package of bird's nests, shark fins...only then Miss Wen agreed."
Steward Yuan listed the gifts one by one.
Feng Nianchen was speechless, the red jade qin alone was invaluable and hard to find. Not to mention the priceless work of Mester Cheng En, who has now washed his hands in a gold basin!
He had been the most brilliant in his field, a leading light of Nalan Kingdom!
At one hundred taels of silver a month, he still saved money!
It's a bargain!
Nalan Jinnian raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Those were my gifts to Miss Wen. A hundred taels of silver is too expensive? The little girl teaches you acupuncture and moxibustion for free. She should confiscate your money! She is also your little master, right? Do she still have to cook for you for free? "
Feng Nianchen: "..."
Yes, that's right! He hasn't thanked his little master yet.
It's really cheap to join in for one hundred taels of silver or so.
At the foot of the mountain...
After breakfast, the Wen Family went off in different directions to work on their own.
By the time Wen Nuan and Wen Jiarui arrived in town today, someone was already waiting for them at the stall.
Some people came late yesterday and didn't get to buy any fried snails. They came early today, and brought ceramic plates to bring more back home.
This food can be served with rice, and Wen Nuan specially made a barrel with no pepper seasoning, so that children can eat it.
Bowls of fried snails were sold one after another, and soon the five big barrels of snails were almost gone.
No one happens to be at their stall at this time.
Wen Nuan was still thinking about selling her songs for money, so she explained to Wen Jiarui that she wanted to go see if she can sell the compositions.
Jiao Band is at the end of the street. Wen Jiarui can see it from the stall when he looks up, so he agreed.
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Jiao Band is a drama and music academy run by the imperial court, and there are many musicians in it.
During major festivals, such as the Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, Thousand Autumn Festival, etc., the people of Jiao Band will set up a stage in town for the common folk, representing the Emperor and the imperial court.
Wen Nuan first went to a clothing store to buy the cheapest set of men's clothing they had, then put it on. She tied up her hair with a square scarf.
Dressed up as a man, she walked out.
The shopkeeper of the clothing store looked at her strangely, and Wen Nuan smiled at him: "These are the clothes that I have bought for my brother. I have never worn new clothes before. I want to wear it for awhile and walk around the street. It'll be fun! I'll change back later, Shopkeeper. Don't tell anyone else about it!"
The shopkeeper understood immediately, and looked at Wen Nuan with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Girls from poor families usually pick up their older brothers and sisters’ old clothes and wear them. She is eager for a new set of clothes, so she even tries on men's clothing: "Go, I won't tell on you!"
"Thank you!" With a shy smile, Wen Nuan walked out and headed straight toward Jiao Band.
When she came to Jiao Band, a sweet looking woman stopped her: "This is not a place for children to play, hurry off."
"Beautiful sister, I'm not here to play, I'm here to help my brother sell songs."
"Selling songs? Let me see." Lin Zheng said disapprovingly.
Since Jiao Band released the news that they were buying good music at a high price, there were more people coming to sell music every day, but most of them are not very good.
The better songs are sold by a few specific people, and they are all familiar those people.
Wen Nuan took out yesterday’s composition from her sleeves.
Lin Zheng received it, opened it casually, and was attracted by the elegant calligraphy.
After she finished studying the content of the composition, she chanted several times in her heart, her expression changing from casual to serious, and her hands trembling slightly with excitement.
Lin Zheng's eyes rolled over to Wen Nuan, and she deliberately suppressed her excitement and frowned:
"Is this song composed by your brother?"
"Yes!"
"The writing is good, but the melody is mediocre. One or two taels of silver, can you sell it?"
to wash one's hands in a gold basin: abandon the life of an outlaw (in the context of this chapter, I think it refers to retirement from a profession or worldly affairs)
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Loved this breakfast scene. Nalan Jinnian and Feng Nianchen arguing over "pig food" was the best.
ReplyDeleteI loved Feng Nianchen's outrage!
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