Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Ju Xian Lou.

The pheasant winter bamboo shoot soup in Juxianlou is really good. Both Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi drank a soup fortress, and Mu Nanzhi was somewhat stretched. At this time, he was lazy in a circle chair, waiting for consumption. Eat, then go downstairs with Lu Zhishan.

They are eating on the third floor of the Juxian Building. The window of the room is facing the street outside. The two have enough food and drink. While chatting in the warm winter sun, they are watching the bustling Jingshi outside the window. Peaceful.

"Cousin, what kind of dishes do you like best?" Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan that she ate meals in the Ning County King's House not only a few times, but the dishes in the Ning County King's House were very mixed, almost every time The dishes are not the same, so she has been unable to understand Lu Zhishan's preferences.

Lu Zhishan took a sip of tea, thought about it for a while, and then said, "I liked Jiangnan dishes the most when I was younger. They are much more refined than the northern ones, like amaranth soup, silver carp soup, and eight treasure ducks. I I like it very much, especially the silverfish amaranth, but that amaranth is a product of Jiangnan, and it is not easy to keep fresh. Even the royal family is not easy to get it. I can only eat it a few times a year, so I ca n’t wait for the bowl every time. The bottom is cleaned. "

Speaking of which, Lu Zhishan hooked his lips, and his face reflected the tenderness of the past: "Remember that at that time, Mr. Zhao said that I did not have any royal etiquette when I ate. Let me change it. It was promised, but the next time I ate the silverfish amaranth, it would still be so windy and windy, and the father-in-law couldn't help laughing or crying, but every time he would secretly leave me an extra bowl. "

Mu Nanzhi looked sideways at Lu Zhishan with a smile and a tea cup. How do you think that a man is graceful and dignified? He ca n’t even imagine the funny look of holding a soup bowl and licking the roots when he was young With a head in her head, she asked curiously, "Is that cousin talking about Zhao Ruhai?"

Lu Zhishan nodded: "Yes, at that time, the Emperor was very busy, my mother and concubine died early, and the father-in-law took care of me, and he treated me very well."

"What about now? What does my cousin like to eat now?" Mu Nanzhi asked, looking up.

Lu Zhishan didn't answer for a moment, and thought for a while while thinking about a window, then he said, "In fact, there is nothing to like or dislike."

Lu Zhishan is telling the truth. Since he went to the battlefield in the south, the little fun and hobby in these children's life have long been worn away.

Mu Nanzhi didn't believe it, muttered his mouth and asked, "How come? Who doesn't have a preference yet?"

Lu Zhishan hooked his lips lightly and said lightly, "I have been staying in the southern Xinjiang for a long time, and I have sniffed the **** smell. Looking at the dead body, I may not see the sun of tomorrow. What else can I like? Do n’t like it? You just get what you eat. ”

Mu Nanzhi listened quietly, without a word of silence, she suddenly remembered that before she became a cousin who loved her and petted her cousin, she was a grand general who guarded the frontier. She looked at the man's silent face, A little stunned.

"Cousin, what about the silverfish and amaranth soup?" Mu Nanzhi asked cautiously. "Aren't you in love now?"

Lu Zhishan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't like it either. I just don't feel the smell of it when I was a kid. I always feel that the craftsmanship in the kitchen is as good as the bowl that my father-in-law secretly gave me. It's delicious. "

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