Finally, she walked out the door. She had just walked a few steps away. Dabao, who had been waiting on the side, ran over to grab the basket on Yin Xiaoman's back, and she avoided it.

"Hold this and hug it, don't spill it." She stuffed the clay pot in her arms into Dabao's hand.

Dabao stared at the white flour in the jar, and was stunned for a moment, then an incredible surprise appeared on his face.

"Noodle! White noodles!" He shouted loudly in surprise.

"Yes, noodles, white noodles!"

Yin Xiaoman was also infected by the unconcealed joy of the child. He reached out and rubbed his head, imitating him to repeat the sentence foolishly.

After saying that, she started laughing.

He held a baby in one hand and said loudly: "Let's go home! Mom makes white noodles cakes for you!"

"Dou!Dou!Dou!Dou!"

Dabao was obviously knocked out by this surprise after another, and he had no idea how to express his feelings.

He repeated this word loudly over and over again in his voice, as if he was not so unspeakable to express his happiness.

The sound was crisp and loud, without any stuttering.

The brother's emotions obviously also infected Erniu. She didn't want Yin Xiaoman to pull him away, so she jumped to Dabao and stretched her head to the can.

When she finally saw what was inside, she smiled so hard that her eyebrows were bent, and then she shouted loudly: "Gaogao, Gaogaogao, Gaogao!"

"Dou!Dou!Dou!Dou!"

"Gaoka! Gaoka!"

The two children were like two little fools, singing and shouting each other tirelessly over and over again. The sweet and crisp laughter and cheers resounded throughout the way home.

Finally arrived home.

After relocating the two children who were still so excited, Yin Xiaoman entered the stove alone.

As the former head of the imperial kitchen, his cooking skills are naturally excellent.

In addition, she is in a good mood today, and at this moment she really wants to show her skills to these two children.

However, when his eyes fell on the only salt pot with a thin bottom on the stove, the smile on Yin Xiaoman's face disappeared again.

A good cook cannot cook without rice.

Even if she has only enough ability, it would be useless if she doesn't have materials.

Previously, Shen Mancheng told her to come back to make dumplings for the children, but in addition to white flour, it also requires vegetables and meat to make dumplings.

And those were not available at home, so she consciously changed the dumplings to cakes.

In Yin Xiaoman's opinion, it is not difficult to give noodles and knead a sponge cake for the child. Even if there is no sugar, you can't make a sponge cake, at least you can make a white flour steamed bun.

But she still underestimated the poverty of this family. It seemed that now she could not even find a fermented yeast.

"Oh, it's great that you can go back to the imperial kitchen." Yin Xiaoman sighed from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Yin Xiaoman felt a dazed moment in front of him.

When she realized it, she suddenly realized that she was in an extremely familiar environment.

The camphor wood tables and chairs, the willow wood beds were hung on them, and the curtains she had sewned by herself were also placed on the cabinet next to the bed, and the purse she threw on before leaving the door that day!

Yin Xiaoman couldn't help but rub his eyes.

This is clearly the room she lived in the palace!

Could it be that she... is wearing it back again?!

Yin Xiaoman's heart began to pound, and she walked back and forth in the room like a dream.

I get dizzy as I go.

Because she was about to leave the palace, her sisters and subordinates followed her as usual.

These people are all palace maids and are from eunuchs, so they will definitely not be valuable things.

It's nothing more than food they make or clothes, shoes, socks, fabrics, etc.

And Yin Xiaoman wanted to clean up these things before leaving the palace. At this moment, they were neatly placed on the table in the middle of the room just like before she left the house that morning.

Peach Blossom Crisp, Date Cake, Honey Twist, Crisp Crisp... are all soft and crispy as if they have just been released.

Looking at the food that he once was used to, Yin Xiaoman subconsciously swallowed.

She picked up a piece of almond candy and stuffed it into her mouth, and she was moved by the sweet taste and narrowed her eyes.

But my stomach became more empty.

She picked up a piece of pancake and was about to eat it, but her eyes accidentally fell on a clay pot placed in the corner.

That jar filled with a can of milk.

I don’t know when it started, but the favored nobles in the palace began to take a bath with milk.

It is said that this can make their skin as white as jade.

As the aunt in charge of the imperial kitchen, even though Yin Xiaoman never cared about these things, he could not stop the people below from thinking about filial piety.

Although you can't take a shower with milk as luxuriously as a noble person, there will always be someone quietly putting a small jar in her room every day so that she can use it to moisten the noodles and bubble her hands when she has time.

After a long time, Yin Xiaoman got used to it.

At this moment, looking at the can of full milk, what flashed before her was the little faces of the two children who were so thin that they were about to lose their appearance...

I couldn't help but sigh subconsciously: "I would be great if I could bring this milk back and cook it for two babies."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xiaoman was in a daze again.

When she woke up again, she had stood in the dilapidated stove again.

There was a can of milk that was about to overflow on the stove in front of me!

She was so scared that she took several steps backwards one after another.

My mind turned blank for a moment and I couldn't think at all.

After a while, she tentatively said, "I want to go back to the imperial kitchen."

In a blink of an eye, she stood back to her hut, and the things in the room remained the same.

Yin Xiaoman sat on the stool, and for a long time, he could not calm the strong wind and storm in his heart!

She looked at the place where the pottery was placed before and found that it had become empty.

Does this mean that you can bring all the things in the house back to Shuanggui Village?

With these fine foods, she and her children can no longer bear the coarse grains that have thrust their throats for a long time?

Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoman was immediately excited!

Milk cake! It is delicious and easy to melt, and Erniu must like it.

The mohua is crispy, oily and watery, and Dabao must have never eaten it before.

Her eyes began to shine, and she couldn't help but start to fantasize how happy the children would look when they saw these delicious foods.

But just as she picked up a plate of milk cake and was about to go out, she hesitated for a while and put it back.

She suddenly realized that if she really brought these things back, she would not be able to explain to the children!

After thinking about it, Yin Xiaoman walked to the door, picked up a cloth bag, and took out two salted duck eggs from it.

This was specially delivered to her by Da Liu, who was delivering vegetables to the imperial kitchen after he knew that she was going to leave the palace.

It was said that it was pickled by her own wife, so that she must keep it for herself to eat it.

After staying in the imperial kitchen for a long time, how could Yin Xiaoman care about these salted duck eggs?

It was nothing more than a touching heart that he took it at will.

And at this moment, she is extremely grateful to Liu!

At the same time, I feel extremely regretful of my daily actions.

When Yin Xiaoman thought of the fact that there were so many delicious foods that she gave to the little girls casually, she felt so thrust!

If she had known today, she would have to change some rice, flour, grain and oil to put it in the house!

Rice, flour, grain and oil?

Thinking of this, Yin Xiaoman couldn't help but feel moved.

"Send me to the imperial kitchen." She said silently in a stressful tone.

I felt a dazed moment before my eyes, and I changed the place again.

Is it really possible?

Yin Xiaoman stroked his chest excitedly, pressed the heart that was about to jump out of his throat, and slowly opened his eyes.

But--

There was a fog everywhere where I saw my eyes.
To be continued...