Rebirth of the eldest daughter
Chapter 430 Longevity Noodles
Chapter 430 Longevity Noodles
Ren slapped her hand: "The eldest girl has many things to do every day. Isn't it fair that the four younger siblings want to compete with her on how thoughtful the gifts are?"
Mrs. Zheng quickly denied: "No, no, no, second sister-in-law misunderstood. I didn't mean it. I just felt a little curious."
Gao was confused: "Isn't it Bu Jing?"
Yang shook his head: "Bu Jing was hunted by Feng Junshi. They were a wild horse mother and son. The mother gave it to the eldest girl, her horse Yin Lan, and the son gave it to Xiao Chuanyi, who is now Bu Jing."
Gao explained: "What I mean is, didn't Bu Jing hunted by Feng Junshi to the eldest girl, and asked the eldest girl to give it to Chuanyi?"
Yu Jiao smiled and said: "Don't make blind guesses, isn't the eldest lady making longevity noodles?"
Bai Xiuying's eyes widened: "Didn't you rush to make longevity noodles?"
Xiao Chuanyi smiled and said: "The gifts given to Chuanyi by several aunts, sixth aunt, and eldest aunt are extremely thoughtful, but they can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
Everyone laughed: "This is too perfunctory!"
Mr. Gongsun walked in: "No perfunctory, no perfunctory, just like the old man, what he gave to Chuanyi was knowledge that cannot be measured in money, and what the eldest girl gave to Chuanyi was faith, which is also something that cannot be concrete."
Bai Xiuying covered her lips and smiled: "Sir, you are cheating. You have obviously not prepared anything, and you are using knowledge as an excuse."
Mr. Gongsun stroked his beard and said, "As long as you know it, it's so embarrassing to say it."
At this time, everyone discovered that Liu Yao had never appeared.
Ren was a little worried: "His Ninth Prince is missing again?"
Yu Jiao smiled and replied: "Early in the morning, Vice General Wei took me to the army to encourage the soldiers. Your Highness has a distinguished status. If he can congratulate the New Year with the soldiers, the soldiers will be happy."
Ren nodded: "I see, it's good that I didn't lose it."
Mrs. Yang brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and saluted Mr. Gongsun: "Please sir, please write a few Spring Festival couplets with your ink."
Mr. Gongsun said with a smile on his face: "You young ladies are all from well-known families. You have studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. You only have a few couplets. Are you still keeping them to wait for me?"
Bai Xiuying curled her lips: "What you write must be better than what we write."
Mr. Gongsun chuckled: "There is something in what the little girl said."
Bai Xiuying coughed: "Master Feng is preparing food in the kitchen."
Mr. Gongsun picked up his sleeves and said, "Are a few pairs enough? Do you want to prepare some more red paper? I will write a few more pairs and put them on the door frame of the stable."
Everyone laughed and the room was filled with laughter.
……
in the kitchen.
There were all kinds of ingredients piled on the table, some of which were given by the common people, and some of the game that Feng Qingchen ordered his subordinates to hunt in the mountains.
The wood fire was burning brightly in the stove, and curls of green smoke climbed up through the chimney into the sky, blowing away the cold mist, and illuminated by the morning sun with a hazy dark color.
Feng Qingchen was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. When he heard the door open, he turned his back to the visitor and stretched his arms: "Here you are, tie my sleeves for me. I can't tie them well."
Bai Mingwei picked up the strip of cloth lying next to him, stood behind Feng Qingchen, and rolled up his wide sleeves: "You always like to wear wide robes with big sleeves. This is inconvenient. Why don't you wear something smart?"
"Itchy." Feng Qingchen's deep voice came from the front.
Bai Ming slightly raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Huh?"
Feng Qingchen looked back slightly, showing a pretty profile: "Your breath tickles the back of my neck."
Bai Mingwei pulled the cloth tightly: "Don't accuse me wrongly. I'm not that tall and my breath can't reach your neck."
Feng Qingchen smiled: "But you just raised your head."
Bai Mingwei tied a knot on his shoulder: "Next time I'm behind you, just don't raise your head and blow on you."
Feng Qingchen moved his arms: "Not loose, not tight, just right."
He took the little white ferret out of his arms and threw it on the stool: "Wearing a robe is to make it easier to carry it with you. If it is dressed up, it can only squat on your shoulders."
Bai Ming patted the little white ferret's head slightly, and the little white ferret closed his eyes instantly, showing an expression of great enjoyment.
Realizing how shameless it was, it slightly bared its teeth at Bai Ming.But at this time, Bai Mingwei no longer paid attention to it.
So it makes people feel lonely.
As soon as Bai Mingwei picked up his sleeves, Feng Qingchen pointed to the copper basin on the table: "The flour has been sifted and is in the basin. You knead the dough first, and I will teach you how to stretch the dough later."
Bai Mingwei walked over and saw that the flour and water were ready, so he started to make the noodles.
Feng Qingchen was preparing the ingredients and left the dough making completely to her.
After a while, Feng Qingchen heard the sound of flour being torn apart after touching his hands. He couldn't help but shook his head and reminded in a low voice: "There is too much water."
Bai Mingwei added some more noodles to it, but after mixing it for a long time, the noodles refused to mix.
Feng Qingchen reminded again: "With less water, the noodles will not stick together."
Bai Mingwei had no choice but to turn to Feng Qingchen for help: "We are running out of noodles, how about you come and help me?"
Feng Qingchen put down the dishes in his hands and walked over to make noodles.
He touched the dough and knew how much water should be put in it. He quickly kneaded the dough evenly. The dough was kneaded repeatedly in his hands, but it did not stick to his hands.
Bai Mingwei saw that he couldn't make noodles, so he thought about helping wash the vegetables.
Just as his hand was about to touch the vegetables in the basin, Feng Qingchen quickly grabbed it: "Be careful."
Bai Ming frowned slightly: "Why is there scorpion grass?"
Feng Qingchen explained: "There are few vegetables in winter. Only this scorpion grass can withstand the severe winter in its seedling stage. You don't know, this scorpion grass has an elegant and delicious taste. It is delicious whether it is a soup or a cold dish."
Bai Mingwei asked: "This scorpion grass can sting your hands and cause nettles to grow on your skin. How to deal with it?"
Feng Qingchen told her: "After boiling it in hot water, it won't sting people."
Bai Ming smiled slightly: "Should I blanch your hands with hot water so that you can let go?"
Just as Feng Qingchen was about to let go, the little vinegar jar stopped drying up. When it saw its master holding someone else's hand, it jumped up on the table in anger, picked up the unused flour in the basin and threw it at the two of them.
In an instant, the room was filled with ashes and flour.
Feng Qingchen protected Bai Mingwei's head, but he himself suffered a disaster and his face was covered with gray.
He wanted to teach the little white ferret a lesson, but the little guy ran away.
Bai Ming looked at him with a gray face and couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, we are human beings and don't care about Diao."
While talking, Bai Mingwei took out a handkerchief to dust off Feng Qingchen's face, but dusted some flour into the white silk covering Feng Qingchen's eyes.
Ash powder got into his eyes and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to reach out to clean it up, Bai Mingwei held him back.
"You still have noodles on your hands, let me do it."
Feng Qingchen suppressed the unconscious curvature of his lips, and instantly looked aggrieved: "Maybe I need to blow on it."
Bai Mingwei stamped on Feng Qingchen's toes: "Speak carefully."
Feng Qingchen put away his frivolous expression and stood quietly in front of Bai Mingwei.
Bai Mingwei untied the white silk covering his eyes, opened his eyelids with his fingers, stood up on his toes and blew gently.
The breath is like orchid, and the blowing on the face is like wind.
Feng Qingchen's stinging eyes were soothed, and she felt much better instantly.
I don't know if it really worked, or if he forgot about the pain.
He felt the heat from his ears spread to his face, and finally his mind went blank and he couldn't feel anything.
He had already fallen into that thing called demonic confusion because of this breath.
He stretched out his hand in a daze and touched his hot cheek gently.
(End of this chapter)
Ren slapped her hand: "The eldest girl has many things to do every day. Isn't it fair that the four younger siblings want to compete with her on how thoughtful the gifts are?"
Mrs. Zheng quickly denied: "No, no, no, second sister-in-law misunderstood. I didn't mean it. I just felt a little curious."
Gao was confused: "Isn't it Bu Jing?"
Yang shook his head: "Bu Jing was hunted by Feng Junshi. They were a wild horse mother and son. The mother gave it to the eldest girl, her horse Yin Lan, and the son gave it to Xiao Chuanyi, who is now Bu Jing."
Gao explained: "What I mean is, didn't Bu Jing hunted by Feng Junshi to the eldest girl, and asked the eldest girl to give it to Chuanyi?"
Yu Jiao smiled and said: "Don't make blind guesses, isn't the eldest lady making longevity noodles?"
Bai Xiuying's eyes widened: "Didn't you rush to make longevity noodles?"
Xiao Chuanyi smiled and said: "The gifts given to Chuanyi by several aunts, sixth aunt, and eldest aunt are extremely thoughtful, but they can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
Everyone laughed: "This is too perfunctory!"
Mr. Gongsun walked in: "No perfunctory, no perfunctory, just like the old man, what he gave to Chuanyi was knowledge that cannot be measured in money, and what the eldest girl gave to Chuanyi was faith, which is also something that cannot be concrete."
Bai Xiuying covered her lips and smiled: "Sir, you are cheating. You have obviously not prepared anything, and you are using knowledge as an excuse."
Mr. Gongsun stroked his beard and said, "As long as you know it, it's so embarrassing to say it."
At this time, everyone discovered that Liu Yao had never appeared.
Ren was a little worried: "His Ninth Prince is missing again?"
Yu Jiao smiled and replied: "Early in the morning, Vice General Wei took me to the army to encourage the soldiers. Your Highness has a distinguished status. If he can congratulate the New Year with the soldiers, the soldiers will be happy."
Ren nodded: "I see, it's good that I didn't lose it."
Mrs. Yang brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and saluted Mr. Gongsun: "Please sir, please write a few Spring Festival couplets with your ink."
Mr. Gongsun said with a smile on his face: "You young ladies are all from well-known families. You have studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. You only have a few couplets. Are you still keeping them to wait for me?"
Bai Xiuying curled her lips: "What you write must be better than what we write."
Mr. Gongsun chuckled: "There is something in what the little girl said."
Bai Xiuying coughed: "Master Feng is preparing food in the kitchen."
Mr. Gongsun picked up his sleeves and said, "Are a few pairs enough? Do you want to prepare some more red paper? I will write a few more pairs and put them on the door frame of the stable."
Everyone laughed and the room was filled with laughter.
……
in the kitchen.
There were all kinds of ingredients piled on the table, some of which were given by the common people, and some of the game that Feng Qingchen ordered his subordinates to hunt in the mountains.
The wood fire was burning brightly in the stove, and curls of green smoke climbed up through the chimney into the sky, blowing away the cold mist, and illuminated by the morning sun with a hazy dark color.
Feng Qingchen was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. When he heard the door open, he turned his back to the visitor and stretched his arms: "Here you are, tie my sleeves for me. I can't tie them well."
Bai Mingwei picked up the strip of cloth lying next to him, stood behind Feng Qingchen, and rolled up his wide sleeves: "You always like to wear wide robes with big sleeves. This is inconvenient. Why don't you wear something smart?"
"Itchy." Feng Qingchen's deep voice came from the front.
Bai Ming slightly raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Huh?"
Feng Qingchen looked back slightly, showing a pretty profile: "Your breath tickles the back of my neck."
Bai Mingwei pulled the cloth tightly: "Don't accuse me wrongly. I'm not that tall and my breath can't reach your neck."
Feng Qingchen smiled: "But you just raised your head."
Bai Mingwei tied a knot on his shoulder: "Next time I'm behind you, just don't raise your head and blow on you."
Feng Qingchen moved his arms: "Not loose, not tight, just right."
He took the little white ferret out of his arms and threw it on the stool: "Wearing a robe is to make it easier to carry it with you. If it is dressed up, it can only squat on your shoulders."
Bai Ming patted the little white ferret's head slightly, and the little white ferret closed his eyes instantly, showing an expression of great enjoyment.
Realizing how shameless it was, it slightly bared its teeth at Bai Ming.But at this time, Bai Mingwei no longer paid attention to it.
So it makes people feel lonely.
As soon as Bai Mingwei picked up his sleeves, Feng Qingchen pointed to the copper basin on the table: "The flour has been sifted and is in the basin. You knead the dough first, and I will teach you how to stretch the dough later."
Bai Mingwei walked over and saw that the flour and water were ready, so he started to make the noodles.
Feng Qingchen was preparing the ingredients and left the dough making completely to her.
After a while, Feng Qingchen heard the sound of flour being torn apart after touching his hands. He couldn't help but shook his head and reminded in a low voice: "There is too much water."
Bai Mingwei added some more noodles to it, but after mixing it for a long time, the noodles refused to mix.
Feng Qingchen reminded again: "With less water, the noodles will not stick together."
Bai Mingwei had no choice but to turn to Feng Qingchen for help: "We are running out of noodles, how about you come and help me?"
Feng Qingchen put down the dishes in his hands and walked over to make noodles.
He touched the dough and knew how much water should be put in it. He quickly kneaded the dough evenly. The dough was kneaded repeatedly in his hands, but it did not stick to his hands.
Bai Mingwei saw that he couldn't make noodles, so he thought about helping wash the vegetables.
Just as his hand was about to touch the vegetables in the basin, Feng Qingchen quickly grabbed it: "Be careful."
Bai Ming frowned slightly: "Why is there scorpion grass?"
Feng Qingchen explained: "There are few vegetables in winter. Only this scorpion grass can withstand the severe winter in its seedling stage. You don't know, this scorpion grass has an elegant and delicious taste. It is delicious whether it is a soup or a cold dish."
Bai Mingwei asked: "This scorpion grass can sting your hands and cause nettles to grow on your skin. How to deal with it?"
Feng Qingchen told her: "After boiling it in hot water, it won't sting people."
Bai Ming smiled slightly: "Should I blanch your hands with hot water so that you can let go?"
Just as Feng Qingchen was about to let go, the little vinegar jar stopped drying up. When it saw its master holding someone else's hand, it jumped up on the table in anger, picked up the unused flour in the basin and threw it at the two of them.
In an instant, the room was filled with ashes and flour.
Feng Qingchen protected Bai Mingwei's head, but he himself suffered a disaster and his face was covered with gray.
He wanted to teach the little white ferret a lesson, but the little guy ran away.
Bai Ming looked at him with a gray face and couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, we are human beings and don't care about Diao."
While talking, Bai Mingwei took out a handkerchief to dust off Feng Qingchen's face, but dusted some flour into the white silk covering Feng Qingchen's eyes.
Ash powder got into his eyes and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to reach out to clean it up, Bai Mingwei held him back.
"You still have noodles on your hands, let me do it."
Feng Qingchen suppressed the unconscious curvature of his lips, and instantly looked aggrieved: "Maybe I need to blow on it."
Bai Mingwei stamped on Feng Qingchen's toes: "Speak carefully."
Feng Qingchen put away his frivolous expression and stood quietly in front of Bai Mingwei.
Bai Mingwei untied the white silk covering his eyes, opened his eyelids with his fingers, stood up on his toes and blew gently.
The breath is like orchid, and the blowing on the face is like wind.
Feng Qingchen's stinging eyes were soothed, and she felt much better instantly.
I don't know if it really worked, or if he forgot about the pain.
He felt the heat from his ears spread to his face, and finally his mind went blank and he couldn't feel anything.
He had already fallen into that thing called demonic confusion because of this breath.
He stretched out his hand in a daze and touched his hot cheek gently.
(End of this chapter)
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