Looking at Miss Zunzi and throwing the flower rolls into her mouth one by one, A Ling said worriedly: "Miss, be careful of food accumulation."

If you eat a ball, two meals a day, each meal is only a small bowl of porridge or rice. If you are so hungry that your chest is pressed against your back, where can you accumulate food?

Xining just ate the flowers and rolls one by one, and the taste was OK. This time the amount was finally enough. It seems that you still need to go to the kitchen to get something for yourself.

The great manager followed not far behind Miss Zunzi: "Where will Miss Zunzi look next?"

I heard Miss Zunzi's slightly vague voice because she was eating flower rolls: "I have been traveling for most of the day today. I'm tired. Let's talk about it later. Dinner is delivered as soon as possible!"

Sitting on the tatami, Xining slowly gnawed the flower rolls, not daring to eat too fast as at the beginning, for fear of not being able to eat dinner. But when the supper was brought, I felt that I was too worried and I should be able to eat three more

Four flower rolls.

A small bowl of white rice is so small that it is only the size of a palm, not including fingers, but only the size of a palm. Even if it is radish and kelp soup, it is used in a small bowl, which is only one circle larger than the bowl containing rice.

The bamboo shoots are the most tender and tenderest piece on the top, but there are only three small pieces, piled in small cups with green water ripples and leaves.

The fish is fried first and then cooked, with the head and tail removed, and a section in the middle. However, it is only one finger long and half an inch wide, and it is cut square and neatly.

There was also a small snack and a rice ball with a little black sesame seeds sprinkled on it. It was small and delicate and cute, as small as sushi.

This is the "luxury cuisine" of the aristocratic class. Thinking of the meat cooked in the pot, Xining once again didn't want to be a nobleman. Whether it was a peasant woman or a slave, just let her eat the meat!

Meat, meat! She swallowed, picked up her chopsticks and started to have supper.

Seeing Miss Zunzi's speed extremely fast and swept away the plates on the low table like sweeping, A Ling couldn't even say anything to remind her to eat slowly.

After eating, I continued to eat snacks and ate about five or six in one breath, and then I felt full.

Xining breathed contentedly and saw that there were five or six flower rolls on the plate: "I'll give you this."

"Thank you, Miss!" Aling signaled Xia Shu next to her to take down the low table.

It's been three days, and I finally feel like I'm not hungry anymore. How are this noble living like this?

I just ate it quickly, and the soup was almost poured into my mouth, and I also ordered the hot soup, which made my body sweat a little. I was wearing a thick twelve pieces, although considering her physical condition, I only wore nine pieces.

But it also costs about ten kilograms.

I suddenly felt itchy on my head and body. How many days have I not washed my hair? I checked my memories and said, "Be good, I have never washed my hair since Mid-Autumn Festival last year. It's okay to take a shower. I took a shower the day before I saw the prince. I took a shower.

bath.

Xining then said, "Go and prepare water, I want to take a shower."

A Ling was stunned: "This, we should ask the master to do a fortune first."

No, my hair felt itchy and itchy. Xining said seriously: "I have calculated it before I came out. Today is suitable for travel, suitable for washing my hair. Come and prepare!"

A Ling had no choice but to ask Xia Shu to go out and find a big bucket or pool to take a bath.

After a while, Xia Shu came back and said that the manager had a hot spring in this village.

So good, there are hot springs to soak in!

When Xining heard this, she immediately took off a few layers of underwear and wore only three pieces of Tang Yi on the outside.

Sure enough, there was a hot spring, but it was still in the open air. The manager was ready there, and he pulled a thick curtain around him, and asked a few maids to stand facing outside to guard him.

"Well done!" Xining praised casually and went in to take a bath.

It's comfortable, comfortable. I haven't washed it for seven months, I've been close to my scalp, my long hair that can't be blown up even when the wind blows. I'm soaked in a slightly permed hot spring, and there's a small cup of rice wine to drink. Xining feels that she really is

It's right here.

Seeing A Ling and three other maids kneeling beside her, she greeted her, "Come here and bubble together."

A Ling shook her head violently: "How dare I share a pool with the lady?"

Hehe, even if it is not a pool, you will not wash it. Because only greasy hair can be bright and stick to the scalp. If you don’t take a bath, you won’t “evil energy will enter the body”. It’s really uncultured and terrible. For an incorrect thing, you will

Stubborn to the end.

Walking out of the pool, A Ling quickly picked up a large cotton cloth to wrap her, feeling extremely distressed: "What are you doing for soaking for so long? Her skin is red. It's cold and hot, don't get sick at night."

Come on, if she doesn’t take a shower and wash her hair, she will become sick. If she is not sick, she will be smothered by the smell on her head.

It was very troublesome to grow hair, and it took half an hour to do it. By the time it was done, it was already dark.

Xining felt relaxed and lying in the quilt with a full stomach. She wanted to live such a happy life every day.

The next day, she woke up very early and felt a little sore in the back. After all, she had been traveling for most of the day yesterday and was swaying in the ox cart. Even if she took a hot spring bath, it still had some impact.

The plan for the day was Chen, and Xining sat in the tent, watching A Ling pull up the curtain on one side and tied it with a rope. Then she took the clothes.

As soon as he saw that all the clothes were brought on the shelf, the three maids were covered in colorful arms and different colors of fabrics, Xining felt a headache. The clothes were heavy and stuffy, just like cloth armor.

"No, don't want this clothes!" Xining pushed directly: "Go and find a few comfortable clothes to come over, this clothes will almost kill me."

As soon as A Ling heard this, she immediately knelt down and wiped her tears: "Is the lady's health so bad? I said I couldn't take a bath yesterday, but now I'm fine, and I'm not feeling well."

Xining rolled her eyes: "No, I have to deal with a lot of things today. I wear so much and get tired after a few steps. Do you still have to carry it away?"

It turned out to be dealing with things, A Ling burst into tears and laughed.

I went to the manager to ask for clothes. After a while, the clothes were coming, a box.

Because of the good scenery in this village, the young men and women from the Fujiwara family often come over. If the nobles' clothes are smelly and dirty, they will often throw them away or reward them. Because this kind of clothes are difficult to clean.

Even if it is washed, it can be seen that it has been washed.

The servant can take apart the clothes, wash them clean, iron them smoothly, and turn them into other clothes that match their identities.

The clothes in this box are both men and women. Xining found a set of men's styles, which brother should have left them when he was seven to ten years old. Even if this kind of clothes are rewarded, it is too young, very

Few people can wear it. If they are taken apart, they don’t know what they can do.

After putting it on, Xining frowned. Even if it was a manly style, the noble's clothes were too generous. He spared no effort to use fabrics.

No matter what, it is better than the twelve singles, so I left wearing it.

"Miss, where are you going?" A Ling followed her, and her four-story high-level maid's uniform seemed very cumbersome. It looks good, but it is inconvenient to walk.
Chapter completed!