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In the General’s kitchen, the hot stove temperature caused everyone in the kitchen to have red cheeks and wet temples. The steamer steamed on the stove let out steam, making the whole room haunted by white mist, like stepping on a cloud in fairyland.

Gu Chunzhu rubbed the dough on his hands, but obviously he didn't put his mind on the food he made, but instead sneaked a peek at Shangshan who was standing beside him.

"Are you tired, Mrs. General, let me knead the dough, I have great strength." Shang Shan stared at Gu Chunzhu's movements instead of paying attention to Gu Chunzhu's eyes, and she watched Gu Chunzhu's movements more and more slowly Concerned.

"Come on." Gu Chunzhu gave way to the situation, took a moist handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly, and slowly organized the language, "Shangshan, can I ask you a question?"

Shangshan's mind is all on the dough, and she kneads the dough vigorously so that she can make the pasta more chewy. She nodded casually.

"Do you have the kind of poison that is given to a man and then can make him a son?" Gu Chunzhu asked carefully while looking at Shang Shan's complexion.

As soon as he heard the words "Broken son and grandson", Shang Shan's kneading movements stopped. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Gu Chunzhu in surprise. He said quickly, "Mrs. General, you have to know that there are three ways of unfilial piety, no future is great. 'Why do you use this medicine to be too ruthless? It's easy to get guilty by always doing this kind of lack of virtue, and you might go to Abi Hell in the next life.'

Shangshan is also very worried about Gu Chunzhu. She is worried that she cannot persuade Gu Chunzhu in a few words. She did not wait for Gu Chunzhu to reflect and continue to add, "Mrs. General, you must remain sensible! I don’t think you need to have deep hatred and need to report. It’s really not worth it to accumulate sin for a little friction!"

"I'm not such an unsuccessful person, this is definitely a reasonable use, and it won't make me sinful." Gu Chunzhu explained helplessly.

"Anyway, it won't work!" Although Shangshan is more spicy, he is still pure and kind, covering his waist with a worried and guarded face, and still categorically refused.

"That line, I will ask you a question, if a man can strangle his wife because of his face and let her be buried in a burial place, and also let the world not know that the wife was killed by him, but instead praise his deep love for his wife "" Gu Chunzhu said that he felt a little angry. Although Wen was her enemy, this kind of ending was really too miserable.

Gu Chunzhu took a deep breath under the pressure, and then calmly described the complete Xuanyuan's bad image, "And this man still cares about his own children for his own face, regardless of the intimate treatment, but wants to drain the child to all he has. Interests, do you really think that such a person deserves the ability to have children?"

Shang Shan's hand slowly relaxed, apparently she had begun to shake. Finally, after some thought, she hesitantly took a black pill from her waist and handed it to Gu Chunzhu carefully. "I think such a person It works, but don’t lie to me."

"It's really such a person. You can rest assured that I'm definitely not lying to you. I swear." Gu Chunzhu also took the pill solemnly, and then assured him with a serious face.

"Okay, let's finish this pastry, do you need to knead it again to see the noodles?" Shangshan Gu Guzhu put the pills properly and washed his hands, and then let him open the place to check the dough for Gu Chunzhu.

"Okay, then we will pick up the ingredients, and then make another water-oil dough." Gu Chunzhu looked at the ghee dough on the chopping board, the oil had been kneaded with the noodles evenly, and the dough was full of oily Guangze .

Shang Shan followed Gu Chunzhu's command to pick out more than a dozen herbs and set them aside, and then ordered a portion of flour and boiled hands to knead them into snowflake powder and set aside to cool.

In the waiting time, Shangshan suddenly had some sorrow, and asked Gu Chunzhu anxiously, "You said that the culinary skill to hold Hu Fei's plan is good, but if there is someone who is better than my cook, Hu Fei is not He will still leave me. Will he really like me because of my good cooking skills?"

"You are so beautiful and capable, and you will cook for him. You will certainly love you for a long time. You have to be confident." Gu Chunzhu has been with Shangshan for so many days, and he appreciates Shangshan's character more naturally. It is an encouragement.

"Forget it, this flour is already cold. What are we going to do next?"

"Add cold water and oil to knead to make a water-oil dough, and then pick the same amount of the same.

This time Gu Chunzhu was to teach Shangshan to make a slightly more complicated pasta-ghee, which is a tower-shaped multi-layer shortbread made by mixing ghee dough and water-oil dough. Its crisp layer is clear, creamy yellow, crisp and sweet, oily but not greasy. Moreover, if different materials are added, different flavors can be developed, and there are many kinds of patterns.

The most difficult thing is to knead the dough and the heat, whether the cake can be shortened, and how the shortening is related to these two.

After the two doughs are prepared, wrap the water and oil dough into the pastry dough, flatten it, roll it into long strips, and roll it. This process is repeated three times, and then rub it into a long and uniform thickness. Press into long slices, cut along the middle line, and roll them into two cake rings, with the knife side of the cake rings facing upward, spreading from the center to the surroundings to form a round cake. Next, put it in an oil pan, just golden on both sides.

Gu Chunzhu sprinkled some powdered sugar and sesame on top of the noodles and let Shangshan taste it. The crisp taste conquered Shangshan, and she nodded in surprise.

In the evening, Gu Chunzhu put the medicine in a small paper bag and asked Wang Kun to send it to Mrs. Qing. Wang Kun didn't know what kind of medicine it was and didn't ask, but asked him where he was handing it over and retreated.

"When I went, I obviously felt that Mrs. Qing had become smarter." Wang Kun returned to Gu Chunzhuhui with sighs.

This time he went to deliver medicines not in or near Prince's Mansion, nor directly with Mrs. Qing, but in a remote drugstore. At that time, a hurried maid accidentally hit him, and all the drugs in her hand were overturned.

The maid squatted down to collect the herbs, and Wang Kun also squatted down to help out in good faith. As the two men crouched down on the ground to sort out the medicinal herbs, the maid's lips didn't move and Wang Kun gave her the son-in-law's medicine, and Wang Kun put it on the maid's hand without any traces.

"This plan is still good. I'm really afraid that Mrs. Qing will not learn to be smart, and she won't know how she died."