Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

In the kitchen, Yu Qingjia scooped up two spoonfuls of flour and poured it into the basin. She looked around the cutting board and asked Murong Yan, "Do you think this is enough?"

Murong Yan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Are you asking me?"

Yu Qingjia also thought it was impossible, Murong Yan didn't look like someone who had been in the kitchen. Men from aristocratic families despise the kitchen very much, and a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and it is a very shameful thing for them to enter the kitchen. Yu Qingjia herself was surprised that Murong Yan was willing to agree to her request of completely messing around.

All the maids and servants in the kitchen were kicked out by Yu Qingjia, she bolted the wooden door, and there were only her and Murong Yan left in the kitchen. When Yu Qingjia was very young, she saw Yu’s making Four Seasons Cakes. As the name suggests, they mixed the petals of the four seasons of the year with rice noodles to make noodles, and served them as colorful heads on New Year’s Eve. Four Seasons Cakes are small in shape, bright in color and faintly scented with petals, and are most suitable for children. Yu Qingjia liked to eat very much when she was a child, but since Yu's death, no one in the family has made it anymore.

Yu Qingjia herself didn't know why, but today she suddenly thought of Sijisu, maybe Yu Qingya's "one family" still hurt Yu Qingjia. What's even more ironic is that when they were in Guangling County last year, they were still lively during the Chinese New Year, but this year they moved to the old house of the Yu family, which is more popular and has more relatives, but Yu Qingjia is much more deserted than before. The Yu family has passed away, and Yu Wenjun stays by Laojun Yu's side to take care of the sick. This year, because of Laojun Yu's serious illness, the Chinese New Year cannot be celebrated vigorously, and Yu Qingjia's parents are not around, so it is even more deserted, and there is no feeling of Chinese New Year at all.

Yu Qingjia thought to herself, since no mother came to make cakes for the New Year, she should make them. Now there are only her and Murong Yan in the yard. Both of Murong Yan's parents are deceased. Although Yu Qingjia still has a father, most of the time it's the same as if she didn't. Yu Qingjia was afraid that Murong Yan would be sad when he saw things and think about others, so he decided to take Murong Yan to make cakes together to celebrate the New Year.

It's a pity that Yu Qingjia has a good heart, but Murong Yan may not. Murong Yan didn't look like someone to count on, Yu Qingjia could only rely on her vague memory, trying to recall Yu's steps at that time, and then added water, oil and other things stumblingly.

Yu Qingjia's first dish was plum blossom crisps, and the most unique feature of Yu's plum blossom crisps is the noodles. She will take freshly snowed plum blossoms, steam the dew from the petals with water, and knead them in the noodles for half an hour, so that the fragrance of plum blossoms will be integrated into the noodles, and the pastries will have a pleasant fragrance that melts in the mouth, and the sweetness between lips and teeth It will also leave the aroma of plum blossoms, which will last for a long time.

Yu Qingjia dripped the dew in the same way as Yu's, then rolled up her sleeves and kneaded her face. When she was kneading, a strand of hair fell out of the headband and flickered in front of her eyes. Yu Qingjia thought it was getting in the way, so she used the back of her hand to pin her hair back, but her hands were already stained with batter, and there was a long white mark on her face.

At this moment, the sleeves loosened and slowly slipped down from the elbows. Yu Qingjia hurriedly blocked the sleeves, and when she lowered her head, her hair slid down from behind her ears again. Yu Qingjia was in a hurry. At this time, a pair of arms grew from her side to help her pull up her hair.

Yu Qingjia still had dough in her hands, she stood there a little blankly, letting Murong Yan tie her hair up, and then folded her sleeves one by one. Murong Yan's movements were meticulous, and his eyes were lowered in a very serious manner. Just as the other sleeve was fastened, Yu Qingjia immediately wanted to step back, but Murong Yan grabbed her forearm and said, "Don't move."

Yu Qingjia opened her eyes wide, watching Murong Yan leaning over, and carefully wiped the flour off her cheeks with her fingertips. Yu Qingjia couldn't move forward or retreat, she raised her two forearms like lotus root joints in a daze, and when she realized it, she immediately scolded herself for being like a goose.

Yu Qingjia whispered, "Thank you."

Murong Yan didn't like to hear thanks, so he put his fingertips on Yu Qingjia's wrist and said, "That's not the case with Shili, does it hurt here?"

Yu Qingjia shook her head embarrassingly: "It doesn't hurt. It's just that the water was added less when kneading the dough, and the dough was a bit hard, and I couldn't knead it."

Murong Yan responded when she heard it, and covered Yu Qingjia's fingers with her own, and kneaded the dough together while holding her. Murong Yan's fingers were slender and strong. The dough that Yu Qingjia needed to squeeze with all his strength just now was in his hands, obediently like a house cat, and let him flatten and round it. The flour paste was attached to the fingers of the two, sticking their hands very tightly. Yu Qingjia was a little embarrassed. After a while, the dough became smooth and firm, and Yu Qingjia whispered, "It's done."

The sticky batter just now has become dry and hard, sticking to the knuckles is very uncomfortable. Yu Qingjia moved her fingers, saw her hand, and said in disgust, "It's so ugly."

Yu Qingjia looked at her hands, then turned to look at Murong Yan's. Murong Yan's hands were also inevitably covered with flour. His hands were slender and well-proportioned. Yu Qingjia had seen these hands stained with blood before. They were **** and beautiful. Unexpectedly, they were just as slender and beautiful when they were covered with white batter.

Murong Yan didn't seem to be used to this feeling, he was slowly stretching his fingers. Hearing Yu Qingjia's words, he reached out to hold Yu Qingjia's hand, and pulled her to the side of the basin. Yu Qingjia waved her hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

Murong Yan pressed her wrist, dipped her fingers into the water without hesitation, and scrubbed her fingers meticulously. The dry flour was slippery after touching the water, and Murong Yan's fingers scratched across her palm, a little itchy.

Yu Qingjia was very itchy, and Murong Yan controlled her hand so that she couldn't pull it out. She suddenly had a bad intention, she bent her fingers and tapped Murong Yan's palm. Murong Yan glanced at her with a smile, easily grasped the restless hands with one hand, took the handkerchief with the other hand, and wiped Yu Qingjia's pale fingers dry.

During the period of tossing between the two, the dough has almost woken up. Yu Qingjia stumblingly cut and kneaded the dough into a circle, rolled it out and folded it laboriously, and finally kneaded it into a plum blossom shape. She looked at her first finished product very proudly, and waved it in front of Murong Yan's eyes: "How is it?"

Murong Yan looked at the colorful dough silently, he broke the contract and opened his mouth, but he couldn't give in to the aesthetics at all. He looked at it for a while, then turned his head and said, "It's too ugly."

In fact, Yu Qingjia also thought it was not very good-looking, but she knew it was the same thing, and she was very unconvinced by Murong Yan's words. She glared at Murong Yan, and said: "It doesn't hurt your back to stand and talk, you might not be as good as me."

Murong Yan let out a light snort, and immediately made a new one according to Yu Qingjia's steps. When he holds the knife in both hands, it is dangerous and beautiful. Although kneading the dough is equally dexterous, but when placed on Murong Yan, he always feels that the painting style does not match, and there is a strong sense of contrast. Yu Qingjia looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

When Murong Yan heard the voice, she glanced at her coolly: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Yu Qingjia quickly suppressed her smile and shook her head, "I thought you knew everything, but now it seems that you are just as clumsy when it comes to new things."

Murong Yan glanced down and said with disdain: "It's better than yours."

Yu Qingjia didn't like to hear that. Both she and Murong Yan belong to the extremely beautiful group among their peers. Although Murong Yan doesn't like others to mention their looks, and Yu Qingjia seldom counts on their beauty, but the two of them coincidentally, and they can't tolerate ugly things appearing on themselves. .

Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia laughed at each other, but neither of them would admit defeat. It doesn't matter whether the plum blossom cake they make is good or not, but it must be better than the other's. The two of them competed like this, and finished kneading all the dough. Until the end, both of them refused to regress, and could only put it on hold temporarily, waiting for others to judge after they were released.

It takes a lot of effort to just make a plum cake. When the red bean cake is processed later, the dough needs to be re-kneaded because the toilet water added is different. Yu Qingjia felt a headache when she thought that her hands were going to become sticky again, she shied away to Murong Yan and said, "I have done more preparation work than you, so you should knead the dough this time."

Murong Yan frowned, pointed to the steamer and said, "I pinch more than you, and faster than you."

The two of them wrangled for a long time, and after that, no one could convince the other, they could only knead half of the dough, and no one's hands should be cleaned. By the time I finally staggered and put the four kinds of pastries on the steamer, a long time had passed, and it was already dark outside. The cook and maids guarded the door anxiously, and when they saw Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan coming out, they were all greatly relieved: "Miss Six, you have figured it out!"

The people in the small kitchen were surprised when they heard that Yu Qingjia said that he would make pastries by himself. The so-called making soup by the ladies and ladies in the inner house is not a lip service, and all the rough work is handed over to the servants. The finished product is counted on the master. But Yu Qingjia really wanted to come by herself, and even drove all the people in the small kitchen outside. The maids were guarding outside, and they were terrified when they heard the sound of ping-pong-pong inside. Now seeing Yu Qingjia coming out safely, they can finally put their hearts back in their stomachs.

Bai Rong was also guarding the door, she was shocked when she saw that Murong Yan was really accompanying Yu Qingjia to make pastries. Not to mention the noble status of the young master, who has always been happy and clean, just talking about the young master's temperament, even if someone was seriously injured and bleeding lying in front of Murong Yan, he would walk away from the side without blinking. Is the person who got the batter on his hands really his son?

Yu Qingjia left things like watching the fire to the professional fire girl, and went to the back room to change clothes by herself. This year, because Mr. Yu was seriously ill, the entire Yu family was quiet, and not many people dared to celebrate. Yu Qingjia changed into fresh clothes, and as soon as she came out, she found that Murong Yan had also changed, apparently having bathed again.

Murong Yan was dressed in white, and his hair was **** with a hosta. The simple attire made his appearance even more striking. Yu Qingjia was sitting on the other side, and at this moment she suddenly realized that this year it seemed that the two of them had to watch the new year.

A strange warm current surged in Yu Qingjia's heart. The two of them obviously had their own families, but today, they were the only ones by their side.

Bai Rong entered the door with a food box and saw Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan sitting opposite each other. Although the two were silent, they both had amazing looks, their hair was steamed from the bath, and their clothes were piled on the floor like clouds. Even if he didn't speak, there was a sense of calm and tacit understanding, which was as beautiful as a painting.

At that moment, Bai Rong suddenly didn't dare to go any further, Yu Qingjia turned around when she heard the voice, and asked, "Bai Rong?"

Bai Rong came to her senses, bowed and saluted, "Miss Six, the pastries are ready."

Yu Qingjia nodded: "Okay, let's serve it together." Bai Rong agreed, she put the food box away, and was about to leave tactfully, when Yu Qingjia suddenly stopped her: "Wait."

Bai Rong froze for a moment, then saw Yu Qingjia take out a plate of pastries, turned her head to look at her with bright eyes, and asked, "Which one of these two plates of pastries looks better?"

Bai Rong hesitated for a moment, not understanding what to do. Murong Yan tapped on the edge of the table with her fingertips, and looked back at Bai Rong with a smile.

Facing the eyes of these two people, Bai Rong's palms were sweating. During the short pause, she frantically guessed which of the two discs belonged to the young master and which belonged to Yu Qingjia. But then Bai Rong felt overwhelmed again. Even if she figured it out, who should she stand for?