After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

Although Mingji kept urging the coachman to hurry up on the way, the learning was still delayed.

The three of them walked through the south of the city to the north of the city. There are several Gaomen mansions here. Although the popularity is not as good as in the downtown area, most of the people who come and go are accompanied by servants.

The carriage stopped, and Zhu Jiangjiang got out of the car. Seeing that this place was not the place where she delivered tea last time, he asked curiously, "Master Ming, isn't your home on West Street?"

"This is my Ming family's old house, and the one on West Street is our second bedroom's other courtyard."

Mingji was also very curious, and took a meaningful look at Pei Jihou, and said, "Little lady, has she never been here before? The opposite door is the house where General Pei lives."

"he?"

Zhu Jiangjiang looked back at the opposite door, only to see that the door of the house opposite was closed, and there was nothing at the door except two lanterns.

The house is so serious that it looks lifeless. If you don't know it, you think it has been unoccupied for many years.

Pei Ji seemed to see her thoughts, and explained lightly: "I haven't had time to clean up the house yet."

This is a temporary house arranged for him by the yamen, let him live here for a while, and he will not live here when the emperor summons him back to Beijing to return to his command.

"..." Why did he explain?

They are just a business relationship, but she is very conscious of being a widow, okay?

Zhu Jiangjiang smiled perfunctorily at Pei Ji, then turned back to Ming Ji without hesitation: "Master Ming, where is the kitchen?"

Mingji asked the servants in the mansion to take Pei Ji to the learning site in the garden first, and then led Zhu Jiangjiang to the kitchen in the backyard.

The people in the kitchen have prepared the ingredients according to the menu she promised three days ago, and now they just need to wait for her tea to arrive.

"Give me half an hour." Zhu Jiangjiang briefly glanced at the materials prepared on the kitchen chopping board, full of confidence.

She opened the food box she brought, which contained fresh tea, tea leaves, and matcha powder, all prepared by herself.

After asking for an apron from the kitchen staff, Zhu Jiangjiang immediately started making tea-related meals.

This is a good opportunity to promote her family's tea, and she needs to cheer up.

The spring tea tofu nao is the simplest. Tofu Mingfu has already prepared it. She just needs to boil the tea, add honey to make a syrup, and the tofu nao is ready to serve.

So she saved this dessert for the last, and Zhu Jiangjiang made the most difficult matcha cake first.

Take a pot of glutinous rice flour that has been ground with a stone mill. The glutinous rice flour is very fine but has a grainy feel.

Then use a clean iron pot, heat the pot, take out the firewood from the stove, and use the remaining heat to slowly fry the glutinous rice flour until the white glutinous rice flour turns a light yellow.

After frying, put the glutinous rice flour out and let it cool. While waiting, Zhu Jiangjiang made the syrup for the tofu nao.

Boil a pot of very strong tea and filter it through a silk cloth so that there is no trace of tea leaves.

Add honey, cook on low heat, and remove it when it is just bubbling in the pot. The cooking time should not be too long, otherwise the syrup will not be crystal clear.

The glutinous rice noodles over there quickly fanned away the heat with the help of the servants of the Ming Mansion.

Sieve matcha powder into the cooled cooked glutinous rice flour, add fine powdered sugar, knead and press into molds to make matcha cake.

For a learning seminar, two snacks and a pot of tea are enough.

Zhu Jiangjiang prepared his things, took off his apron, tidied himself up again, and then went to the learning site in the garden with the servant girl.

Just approaching the garden, you can already hear the voices of poems, articles, and mutual compliments coming from the flower gallery.

"Young lady, please take a seat."

The maid led Zhu Jiangjiang to a place at the end of the flower gallery and asked her to sit down.

Beside her seat, there is also a small stove, on which water is always boiling.

Everyone else in the society is a table and a chair.

The tables and chairs are very low, and they are placed in two rows in the flower corridor, leaving a place in the middle, so that those who participate in the society can walk around at will.

The old man from the Ming family sat at the top. On the two sides closest to the main table, there was Pei Ji sitting on one side, and Zhu Lin, the county magistrate of Jiangnan Town, sitting on the other.

Mingji and Mingyao interspersed among them, greeting those young masters and ladies attending the meeting.

Zhu Jiangjiang's main task was to make tea. She had already started making tea when the maids and servants brought the snacks to each guest's table one by one.

Because Zhu Lin and the old man of the Ming family had been talking to him, Pei Ji didn't go there, but he cast his eyes on her frequently.

Really, that woman just lowered her head to make tea without looking at him. Fortunately, he specially attended this kind of academy that was not suitable for him because of her.

Zhu Jiangjiang has already brewed a pot of tea and asked the maid to serve it.

Seeing this, Mingji quickly stood up and greeted him: "Everyone, the Ming Palace has prepared some spring tea and snacks, you may as well chat while eating."

In fact, as soon as the dim sum came, everyone noticed it, but the host didn't speak, and they didn't dare to show it.

Now they can discuss the refreshments on the table openly.

"Young Master Ming has a heart. The Ming Mansion really deserves to be a scholarly family. Even a plate of dim sum is so meaningful."

A man who was still holding a brief book in his hand was not stingy, and praised the two snacks on the table.

He is Zhu Qingran, the son of County Magistrate Zhu, and he has a very good relationship with Mingji.

He knew the meaning of this study to Mingji, and at the same time, he had a crush on Mingyao, so he was the first to stand up and speak for the second wife of the Ming family.

As soon as Zhu Qingran's words fell, another voice with something in the words immediately sounded: "Mr. Zhu is serious. My second brother just prepared some wild food for everyone to laugh at."

This person is Ming Jiang, the eldest son of the Ming family.

He is the son of the eldest son of the Ming family, and also the only competitor competing with Ming Ji for the inheritance of the private school.

That's why the words that come out of his mouth are so ugly.

"Brother, what you said is wrong."

Mingji was not easy to bully, so he replied directly, "Although this tea cake and tea water comes from the mountains, but brother, don't forget that a pair of golden phoenixes once flew out of the mountains."

That is the well-being recognized by the people of Jiangnan Town, how dare he question it?

"Second brother said yes."

Ming Jiang didn't dare to question Jin Fenghuang, but he dared to question the person who made this thing.

"It's just that everyone here is Wen Xianggong who came to discuss talents and learning. As for the people invited by the second brother, I'm afraid they shouldn't be here at this time, right?"

After finishing speaking, he slowly turned his gaze to Zhu Jiangjiang at the end of the gallery.

The intention is to accuse Mingji of letting Zhu Jiangjiang sit here, lowering the level of today's society and despising the guests who came today.

Zhu Jiangjiang, who was innocently lying on the gun, heard this, and immediately stopped making tea in his hands, raised his head, and looked directly at all the eyes that were cast on her.

"Is it because the tea doesn't taste good or the tofu doesn't taste good?" She smiled and didn't answer, which made Ming Jiang a little confused.

Shouldn't she hide her face and run away in shame, so that he can laugh at Mingji's hospitality?