Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

Cook Xu asked confidently, "Madam San, it's delicious, isn't it?"

Bai Zhi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said incoherently: "Delicious! You are worthy of being the successor of the imperial chef! I have never eaten such delicious chicken in my life!"

"Madam, I'm not bragging," Cook Xu patted her chest with a smug look on her face, "If there's a chicken in the whole capital that's tastier than this, I'll devour this bucket of chicken."

This is it. Bai Zhi made up her mind and asked Chef Xu, "Chef Xu, can you show me the recipe for this Thousand Hammer Chicken?"

Cook Xu said, "Madam, this chicken is very complicated to cook. It's not easy to read the recipe alone. I'd better let the maid teach you in person."

"I've been learning cooking from you for so long, and you still can't understand a recipe." Bai Zhi laughed, "Why, are you afraid that I'll sell the recipe?"

Cook Xu said hurriedly, "That's not what I meant. Oh, Third Madam, you can look at it if you want, but the recipe is at my house. I'll write one for you and send it to your room this afternoon."

Bai Zhi nodded: "That's fine."

There was a chicken with a missing leg on the chopping board. Cook Xu's eyes slid back and forth as she asked, "Madam San... do you still want to eat this chicken?"

Bai Zhi guessed what Cook Xu wanted to say by looking at her expression, and said straightforwardly, "Take it home."

Cook Xu smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed: "Thank you, Third Madam!"

Fu Yao had been in the mansion for a few days. Gu Yan had dressed him up as a bookboy. His burly figure looked a bit out of place in such a gentle and refined manner, which was quite funny. Fu Yao was a humorous and free-spirited person, and was quite liked by Qiaoqiao and Lin Chuqi. In just a few days, he became good friends with the two children. Today he led them to catch birds in a tree, and tomorrow he led them to fish in the river. Yesterday he helped Bai Zhi build a rack for the cucumber garden. He went out in white and came back in gray every day.

The two children seemed to be having a lot of fun. Bai Zhi made a secret note in her mind that she should add a class every now and then for them to go out and play.

Bai Zhi has been studying the recipe sent by Chef Xu for a few days, and she makes two every day to practice. The most important thing in making the Thousand Hammer Chicken is beating. First, put the raw chicken on the chopping board and beat it with two rolling pins. The location and strength of the beating are very particular. After beating it once, blanch it in boiling water until it is half cooked, apply the mixed spices, beat it again, and then use a fine needle to prick it dozens of times in the right place, and finally put it in the iron barrel to slowly smoke it. This is called Thousand Hammer Chicken.

At first, the chickens were either too woody or tasteless, or they were pounded too hard and the meat was broken into pieces. The bad chickens were cooked by Chef Xu and given to Lin Chuqi to take home. After a few more, she slowly found the meaning, until Bai Zhi almost vomited after tasting the chickens, and finally made a chicken that tasted 90% similar to Chef Xu's this morning.

Cook Xu took a bite first, and praised Baizhi for her good cooking with great satisfaction. The next moment, Baizhi picked up the chicken and rushed out of the kitchen.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather got colder day by day. Gu Yan had nothing to do today, so he put on a thicker coat and sat in his usual place to read. Just as he was reading something interesting, Bai Zhi came in with a bang, waving a plate of golden and shiny whole chicken and said excitedly: "Old Chu! Come and try it! I made it!"

The plate was brought to Gu Yan the next moment, and Bai Zhi urged him, "Stop reading, you've eaten a lot of good things, see if my smoked chicken is good enough to open a shop."

Gu Yan leaned forward and took a deep breath of the aroma, praising: "The color, aroma and taste are both good."

"Don't just smell it, taste it."

There were no chopsticks on the plate or in Bai Zhi's hand. Gu Yan put down the book and stood up, saying, "I'll go get the chopsticks."

Bai Zhi pushed Gu Yan back to the chair with one hand: "Who wants to eat smoked chicken with chopsticks? Do it!" Bai Zhi tore off a leg and put it in Gu Yan's hand, saying with anticipation, "Try it quickly, try it quickly."

Gu Yan had no choice but to take it like this. After taking a bite, his eyes lit up: "This taste is indeed unique."

"Hahaha, fine, that'll be fine." Bai Zhi put down the plate contentedly, stretched her arms and stretched hard, then collapsed on the bed, "It's worth all my hard work for so many days. No matter what I cook, it won't taste exactly like Chef Xu's. This is definitely enough to open a store in a small place."

Gu Yan suddenly called out, "Bai Zhi."

Bai Zhi closed her eyes and responded lazily: "Hmm?"

"You..." The words came to Gu Yan's lips, but he was unable to ask. His mind kept flashing back to the conversation between him and Fu Yao that day. Sometimes Fu Yao had the upper hand, and sometimes he had the upper hand. The two villains persuaded each other, but Gu Yan couldn't make up his mind who to listen to.

What should he do? Ask yourself, does he want Bai Zhi to leave? Not at all. But Bai Zhi definitely doesn't want to stay for long, so he has to go to Bai Zhi.

He wanted to ask where Baizhi would go in the future.

He had asked this question once before, but Bai Zhi rejected it. Anyone could see that Bai Zhi didn't want to have any unnecessary involvement with him. But after that, Bai Zhi said in person that she was willing to stay. Maybe if he asked again this time, he would be able to get the answer?

But what if I can't find the answer? If I don't ask, there will always be hope that I can find the answer. If I really ask and Bai Zhi still doesn't want to tell me, there will really be no next time. Is this the best time?

Gu Yan sat alone by the window, torn between his conscience and his desires.

Bai Zhi waited for a long time but there was no response from Gu Yan. She asked with a tired nasal voice, "What did you want to say? Why are you silent?"

Gu Yan calmly cleared his throat, steadied his voice and asked, "Where are you going in the future?"

When he asked this question, Gu Yan's heart jumped into his throat. He thought to himself, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask again.

But tell me, Baizhi, tell me.

Bai Zhi rubbed her eyes and did not answer.

Gu Yan clenched his fists and his hands became numb little by little.

Outside, the sounds of Fu Yao and his two children playing could be heard intermittently, but Bai Zhi remained silent. Half an incense stick later, Gu Yan only waited for a gust of cold wind to come in through the window.

He let out a long, silent breath, and the blood rushing through his body calmed down.

That's it for now.

Bai Zhi suddenly sat up and said, "Qing County, are you familiar with this place?"

Gu Yan didn't react for a moment: "What?"

"Qing County is a small place in Weizhou. I heard that the Prince Jing's Palace is in Weizhou City. You must have grown up in Weizhou." Bai Zhi said, "Chu Qi said that there are still some people from the Thirteen States there, so we plan to go there."

In an instant, Gu Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and he heard himself quietly asking, "Why?"

Bai Zhi looked at Gu Yan and smiled: "Although I haven't asked you, I guess you will bring the Thirteen States back to life. I will go and occupy a place and buy a few cheap houses. When the Thirteen States prosper again in the future, the price of houses will increase several times. I don't think I will have to open a store and just lie down and collect rent every day."