Ji Rongjin walked around the small table for n times, and finally decided not to waste it.

It's snowing outside, but it's warm as spring inside.

On the table, mutton soup was boiling on the small clay stove. Ji Rongjin washed some vegetables and rinsed them in it, then dipped them in the sesame sauce he made. It was delicious and comfortable. It was like a fairy-like little day.

If there was music, life would be more wonderful.

There is always a imperfection in every beauty.

Unexpectedly, the little orange cat hiding in the corner of the corner came over to taste it, got into her arms, half-crouched, staring at the delicious food on the table, ready to go.

"Don't be naughty." Ji Rongjin reached out and patted the little orange cat. It was a clingy little thing. I went out to find a life. You guys can enjoy it at home. Huh, I won't let you eat it.

It wasn't until the food on the table was nearly eaten that Ji Rongmian let himself go, chased away the clingy little thing, and rubbed his belly, "I'm so full."

Get up.

While digesting, I put away the pots and pans. When everything is put away, the food is almost gone.

I yawned, got into the warm earthen bed in my room, and soon fell asleep.

Outside the door of the room, the dog woke up at some point and was gnawing bones under the eaves. He looked up at the room from time to time, his eyes full of loyalty.

A cat, having eaten and drank enough under the table in the side room, got out from the crack in the door, came to the dog, stretched itself, and licked its fur. It didn't wait until the dog had finished eating, then it raised its noble paws and squeezed out of the owner's room.

Menchi slipped in and slipped in.

The cat got on the owner's bed with its hands and feet, nestled in the corner of the bed, and slept in with its owner.

After gnawing the bones, the dog glanced at the crack in the door, washed his face with his paws, leaned against the warm door panel, and took a nap with squinted eyes.

One person, one dog, and one cat.

In the cold winter when the snow falls, a warm nest.

For three years, Ji Rongjin has enjoyed this slow-paced life, and the previous world has become farther and farther away from her...

It is quiet and leisurely. Next door is a chaos of war. The old couple guarding the yard thought that the owner would not arrive until tomorrow. They had made all the preparations, but there was no fire. The pot was cold, the stove was cold, and the room was cold.

"Uncle Han, what are you..." Kangtai looked helpless. He was the prince's old slave and he was embarrassed to say harsh words.

"It's the old slave's fault...Please, Your Majesty, punish the old slave..."

Yan Tao reached out and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and kept walking for days, just to take a break before meeting his father. Unexpectedly... "That's it!" He stood up and "go back to the palace."

Kangtai hurriedly stepped forward, "Your Majesty, do you want to... go back to the palace first?..."

Yan Tao put down the hand that pinched his eyebrows, glanced at the personal guard, and his face became colder.

Kangtai was so frightened that he bent over again and again, "Yes, yes, I will send someone to the palace right now."

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage that came in the wind and snow drove away again in the wind and snow.

The sound of the gourds did not wake up Ji Rongjin who was taking a nap. The small courtyard she bought had the Dali Temple in the front and the Imperial College in the back. There were heavy soldiers in the front and literati in the back. The public security was excellent.

How could she, an orphan, live in such a good location?

Well... the location is excellent, but the yard, both in terms of reputation and structure, is the worst in this alley, otherwise it wouldn't be her turn to pick it up.

But even if it was a mistake, it took Ji Rongjin a lot of thought and a lot of money to buy it.

When she woke up, she lay back on the bed and looked at the roof. She was still frightened by the stranger breaking in at noon. Fortunately, it was a mistake. What if someone really wanted to take advantage of her house?

There are so many powerful people in the capital, and privileges are so abundant. It is not that easy for ordinary people to live a stable life here.

What should she do?

She stood up quickly, patted her face, and woke up completely. She opened the door and looked outside. The yard, alley, and rooftops were all covered in white. She thought, the Chinese New Year was coming soon, and a woman was hiding in the city without being disturbed.

To live independently, you also need to have good relationships and have someone to protect you.

While washing and washing, she was thinking about when to meet people, what gifts to bring when meeting people, and what kind of gifts they need. After washing well, she felt confident.

I quickly checked the yard and checked the snow on the roof. I found that there was no problem. I walked up the corridor leisurely, sweeping the fallen snow off my body and thinking about what to eat for dinner.

I had a pot of mutton soup for lunch, and my stomach was full of oil and water. Let's have some mushroom noodles in the evening! The soup is clear and oil-free but full of umami, so this is it.

Heartbeat, action.

Mushroom oil noodles are a famous noodle in southern Jiangsu in the past. People there pay attention to the word "fresh" when eating noodles. Mushroom oil noodles are like this. They use a kind of mushroom that grows on the roots of pine trees - matsutake mushrooms, which are boiled.

It can be turned into oil and poured on clear noodles, which can make ordinary clear noodles become extremely delicious, so it is jokingly called by the locals "a bowl of mushroom oil noodles will make you not think about meat for three days."

Boil water in a pot, put in the noodles and cook them, take them out and put them into a bowl, add a little noodle soup, then scald a few slices of green vegetables that the uncles and aunties gave as gifts in return, put them into the bowls, and finally pour mushroom oil on them, and it's ready in one bowl.

The noodles will be clear and fresh, but a layer of mushroom oil must float on the surface of the noodles to make them taste delicious.

Mushroom oil was the dry goods she bought in autumn, boiled in oil and put in cans. The Great Xia Dynasty was probably in the Little Ice Age, and the weather was cold. Even without a refrigerator, mushroom oil was not easy to spoil, whether it was used to make white noodles.

, when stewing eggs, drizzle a spoonful of chopped mushroom oil on top, don’t make it too delicious!

In the cold winter, after eating a big bowl of mushroom oil noodles, my body feels warm and comfortable.

"Woof woof..."

"Meow meow……"

The two cubs at home were dissatisfied: Mom, you only care about eating enough for yourself, don’t you care about us?

Ji Rongjin laughed loudly and quickly fed the two cubs.

"Woof woof..."

"Meow meow……"

Master, you are still a good mother to us!

When the oil lamp was first turned on, it was a quiet snowy night, with a book in one hand, a cat in the other, and a dog squeezing next to the kang. There was excitement in the tranquility.

Whether it is a person, a puppy or a kitten, companionship is a kind of power that makes people feel peaceful and worry-free.

Putting down the book, Ji Rongjin got into the warm bed and sighed comfortably, "Good night, my little darlings."

"Meow!" The little orange cat jumped and pressed the quilt under her feet.

"Woof woof!" The dog stretched out his paw and pulled the door out of the room. After going out, he closed the door again and pushed it hard. He found that the door was not open, so he went to the kennel next to the door to guard the door.

Hey, this dog has become a sperm.

Outside the small courtyard, heavy snow was still flying, and the dark night was illuminated as bright as day.

Aunt Li went home, and after a not-full dinner, she nagged and blamed her man for everything and everyone she encountered during the day.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a daze, listening to his mother-in-law's chatter. When he heard her talk about being a matchmaker, he immediately became interested and asked, "What does he look like?"

"In general, I just look good in figure." Aunt Li thought for a while.

"Is there any dowry?" the man asked.


Chapter completed!