Since that twilight, Jiang Shuyao had never slept in again.
But this was not a big problem, after returning from the morning greetings, she could always catch up with her sleep again.
But within a few days, the old madam asked her to copy the scriptures, which stumped her because she can't write with a brush.
But it is absolutely impossible not to copy these scriptures. Even if she is lacking in her brain, she also understands that in this high-end mansion, the old madam is the immediate boss of all the women and must not be offended.
It also won't work to ask someone else to copy it. Everyone is the old madam's people in the whole Duke Xie's mansion.
So, she has to copy it herself. She copied the scriptures in the small Buddhist hall set up by the old madam during the day, and she had to light the oil lamp to continue copying when she came back at night.
However, there is no desk in the east wing. The height of an ordinary table is not suitable. After two days of copying, her waist started to feel sore.
On the third day, when she came back with the scriptures in her arms, she found that the light in Xie Xun's study was still on, so she went over with a thick face.
Xie Xun does not care too much in his own yard. There is no one guarding at the door. Jiang Shuyao approached and looked at the door.
"What's the matter?" Xie Xun's cold voice came from the inside.
"It's me." Jiang Shuyao said something for the first time and intentionally made her voice more pleasing, "Husband, may I come in?"
There was no response from the inside.
Jiang Shuyao thought to herself, how come... my voice is so sweet, why he didn't react at all.
Xie Xun put down his brush, rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, and began to regret that he didn't let a manservant to guard at the door. At least he could stop Jiang Shuyao directly.
"Husband?" Her voice resounded outside the door, this time even more pretentious.
Xie Xun's brows jumped. He has been married for so long, but this is the first time he has heard such a "gentle" tone.
He closed the book and said, "Come in."
Jiang Shuyao held a few thick volumes of scripture and slammed open the door, showing no manners at all.
"I don't have a desk over there. Can I sit here with you for a while tonight?" She added, "Don't worry, I will be quiet and will not disturb you. I will ask someone to buy a desk tomorrow."
Xie Xun didn't want to spend more time talking with her, so he nodded and Jiang Shuyao's maid moved the chair in immediately.
She stay obediently, shrunk in a corner of the desk, not occupying a lot of space.
Xie Xun originally suspected that she wanted to take this opportunity to get close to him, so he just took this opportunity to tell her clearly, don't try to ease the relationship between the two with a generous attitude.
Unexpectedly, she just write quietly after sitting down, and she didn't even give him a look.
It is the late spring and early summer, the temperature was good in the evening. She only wears a thin, tender yellow dress which is not suitable for her. It was not as good as the red dress that she wore on her wedding day.
Living at home, Jiang Shuyao does not care about her appearance, such as the ink-black hair draped over her shoulders, loose and obliquely half pulled by a blue silk, and a jade hairpin is inserted carelessly.
The candle light is soft, dyeing her bright face with a hazy tenderness, lazy and relax, but still brilliant.
Xie Xun's eyes moved to her dark hair. She is not suitable for jade ornaments, but more suitable for gold ornaments, which is rare in young girls. Nowadays, the noble ladies in Beijing prefer jade ornaments. They think that although gold makes them look rich and gorgeous, it is a bit more tacky. However, it seems that the "vulgar" look will be more suitable for her charm that cannot be suppressed.
He retracted his gaze, his thoughts drifted away, and he did not turn any pages on the book.
It wasn't until Jiang Shuyao suddenly put down the brush that he recovered.
Because of the pain in her wrist from exerting too much strength, she frowned and rubbed constantly after she put down the brush, her expression is bitter.
Xie Xun suddenly said, "Have you never learned to hold a brush at home?"
Jiang Shuyao's calligraphy level remained in the elementary school level. She did not answer, she picked up the brush, and muttered, "How can I finish copying so much? I just want to get rid of this errand sooner."
When he was younger, his mother also used copying the scripture books to grind his eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law.
Xie Xun saw her frowning face with a smile in his eyes. He stood up and walked to her. When he bent over to see, the smile that was not easy to show on his face suddenly disappeared.
Although he has some talents, he is not the kind of person who looks down on people because of his good aptitude, but Jiang Shuyao's handwriting...
"Are you writing? Or are you drawing a ghost talisman?" From young until now, he never seen such an ugly characters!
"Hey..." Jiang Shuyao picked up the book she copied and scanned it carefully. "Why do you say that for?" This level far exceeds that of her pupils of the same age in the elementary school, OK?
"You..." Xie Xun hesitated to say anything. He had heard Jiang Shuyao's unlearned and unskilled reputation, but he had never thought that she was so unlearned and unskilled, and her handwriting is not even as good as his two little nephews.
Xie Xun couldn't help but verbally said, "Such a character, even if you finish copying it, you won't make a difference."
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Jiang Shuyao was hit hard. She knocked her head on the table and said, "What can I do? I'm going crazy."
Xie Xun was helpless, disgusted, but amused. He sat back in the chair and said, "Mother just wants to grind your temperament. Instead of rushing to work at night, it is better to show more performance during the day. When the opportunity is right, hand over the copy of the scriptures to mother."
It is rare for him to say so much, but he said a lot to comfort Jiang Shuyao. Jiang Shuyao glanced at him weirdly.
It turned out that he is a good person...
No, this is teaching a person how to get through and play tricks, so he is a good person who teaches her to do bad things?
After Xie Xun finished speaking, he realized that he was talking too much. He ignored her and read the book again.
Is it okay for Jiang Shuyao to stay on the bench and think about how to "behave" and pretend to be inspired?
When she thinks about things, she always has some unbearable habits, such as biting the pen cap.
As a result, Xie Xun saw her put the tip of the brush in her mouth.
Perhaps because this action was too childish, he glanced at it subconsciously.
She is half-leaned on the table, as if she is boneless, the blue silk slipped off from her neck, showing off her long and white neck. Her skin is frosty, and the red lips that bit the brush are plump and soft, and the pearly light showed a delicate and rosy luster, as if it contains honeyed safflower, waiting to be picked.
Xie Xun's eyes seemed to be scalded, and he quickly retracted it after only one glance, trying to stabilize his trance.
He kept writing, as if reading the book seriously, but he didn't know what comments he wrote beside the book.
After Jiang Shuyao suddenly take notice, he was completely awake, and when he took a closer look, he found that he was writing a few lines of scripture in the corner of his book: "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The same is true for perception and consciousness."
He closed the book with a loud "pop", and asked clearly, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Shuyao looked at him with a serious face and was puzzled. Who is he angry to? Not sure what was written in the book. Could it be that the wise ministers in the history books were killed by the traitors...
She replied, "I'm hungry. I want to go to the small kitchen to get something to eat. Would you like anything?"
Xie Xun was not hungry before, but now he is a little hungry when she asked, so he nodded, "I'll go with you."
Jiang Shuyao has already got up, and looked back at him in surprise.
Xie Xun walked with his hands behind his back, "The room is a little boring, I'm going out to get some air."
"Oh." Jiang Shuyao nodded, and the two went out one after another.
She thought Xie Xun just wanted to go to the yard and stand for a while, but she didn't expect him to follow her all the way into the kitchen.
She talked a lot, put down the lantern, and said, "Isn't it said that the gentleman will be far away from the kitchen?"
Xie Xun walked in with her, "The sentence 'The gentleman is far from the kitchen' comes from "The Book of Rites: Yuzao", 'The gentleman is far from the kitchen, and you can practice everything with flesh and blood.' It means that all fleshy things should not be killed by your own hands. Therefore, you are far away from the kitchen, and you have nothing to do with the kitchen."
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Shuyao actually listened carefully, as if she "learned".
Then she folded her arms and looked at the stove, with a funny expression on her face, she said, "I don't know how to make fire..."
She was about to go out and call for people, but she did not expect Xie Xun to squat down and picked up the flint. The match lit the firewood, his movements were neat and smooth, and Jiang Shuyao was stunned.
"How can you do this?"
Xie Xun glanced at her lightly, "I've been on a trip before, and I can't always take a small servant with me." Weren't she infatuated with him before? How come she doesn't know this.
Jiang Shuyao was baffled by his look, and didn't bother to care about it, so she poured two spoonfuls of water into the pot and put the lid on and waited for the water to boil.
Then she turn around to find vegetables and wash it, cut the green onion, and dice the shiitake mushrooms. After the water is boiled, she added the diced shiitake mushrooms and noodles, cook for a while, then add the vegetables and blanched it in boiling water, and serve it out in a bowl.
Pour in soy sauce and vinegar, and sprinkle with chopped green onions. Jiang Shuyao scooped out two spoons of simmered seeds from another small pot and placed them on the noodles.
"It's barely a braised pork noodle," she said.
The two of them are not going back to the study, and went to the east wing to have a meal.
This bowl of noodles is really simple to make, but it is very suitable for supper. The noodle soup is refreshing and has a light umami flavor due to the diced shiitake mushrooms. The savory aroma is mixed with a light green onion flavor, and the taste is light but not weak.
The braised pork was made by Jiang Shuyao in the afternoon. She originally planned to eat braised pork rice, but she finally returned to eat at night.
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The fat and lean pork belly used for braised pork is cut into small cubes and thrown into the pot to stir up the light oil, then she added the aniseed, simmer it slowly, and finally add rock sugar to caramelised the color. Then she controlled the heat, the diced pork was fried until caramelised, not charred, and each one was covered with brown-red sauce.
The braised pork is heated by the noodle soup and stirred slightly, so that the light noodle soup will not spoil the original taste of the pork.
Xie Xun picked up a noodle with chopsticks, and mixed it with braised pork.
The noodles are fresh, smooth and hot, retaining the original refreshing taste of noodles.
The braised pork simmered with seeds are mixed between fat and lean meat. The fatty meat is crispy and soft, the lean meat have been stewed for a long time. The marinade is thick and it is well soaked into the diced meat, so it is rich in flavor, full of sauce, but not greasy, and it melted in one sip.
With the green cabbage heart, it further removes the greasiness of the braised pork. Leaving this obviously meaty supper with only fresh fragrance and warmth.
He likes braised pork very much. He ate all the braised pork. Jiang Shuyao wanted to ask him if he would go to the small kitchen to add another spoonful, but seeing him quietly eating, she thinks "eating should not be speaking", and she shuts up.
The sauce of the braised pork is melted into the soup, and even the noodles are wrapped in the rich meaty aroma. Xie Xun chewed slowly and ate a bowl of noodles cleanly.
Xie Xun's bowl of noodles was twice as large as Jiang Shuyao. Seeing that he had cleaned up the soup, Jiang Shuyao couldn't help but wonder whether he has too much appetite or her craft was pretty good.
After supper, the two of them sweated slightly, and they were all lazy. After Xie Xun returned to the study, he read a book for a while before washing and going to bed.
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