The consequence of frolicking by the kitchen was that the two of them fell into the pile of firewood together, getting weed clippings all over their heads and faces.
"Put grass on your head, it's hard to find an in-law's house!" Princess Qing laughed and pointed at Wu Zhe and shouted.
"I never thought about getting married!" Wu Zhe shouted confidently.
"Ah..." Princess Qing was taken aback, "I haven't thought about it either."
As soon as she said this, Princess Qing blushed and slapped Wu Zhe: "I hate it, why don't you say it's nothing."
Concubine Chen frowned slightly after hearing this.
She has known about her daughter's mentality for a long time, and she understands the reason for this mentality.
I owe ah, I owe my daughter. Concubine Chen knew in her heart that her congenital defect in raising Princess Qing as a single parent was an important reason for this result.
The smarter Princess Qing is, the more she understands the result of her mother being abandoned from beginning to end. Although there is also the reason why Concubine Chen is unwilling to enter the palace. But how could Princess Qing put the responsibility on her mother? Naturally, it all focused on the father. The accumulation of resentment for more than ten years is not unusual, it can definitely break a beautiful woman...
As a father, Emperor Xuanwu has not fulfilled the responsibility of being a father to Princess Qing for more than ten years. Even if she occasionally helped Chenjiazhuang through difficulties or provided money and food, Princess Qing didn't take it seriously. So Concubine Chen already knew that her daughter didn't like men's mentality. But it is never good to persuade or even stop anything. Especially seeing that she has such a good female playmate now, it seems that her daughter has started to embark on a somewhat unusual path.
Fortunately, this world has long had the accompanying girl system of Xuanwu female generals and Yuan therapists. Many women have a bottom line of psychological acceptance in their hearts that it is not surprising that they do not marry men. It's just that Concubine Chen still starts from the perspective of a mother. I hope that my daughter can find the right true love in her emotional life.
Of course, this true love is best to be a man. Concubine Chen thought so. If it wasn't for a man, alas... Concubine Chen herself would feel worried. Although she has heard that some women support each other through their lives, but it seems that only the combination of men and women is the most normal, right
Owner Chen also vaguely knew what Princess Qing was thinking, so he naturally shuddered when he heard these words.
But he is more enlightened than Concubine Chen, after all, he has been hit once. Back then, when his daughter was pregnant by a big philandering radish—the young Emperor Xuanwu, Master Chen was heartbroken. That's a heart-wrenching thief, but the thieves who robbed flowers can't be provoked at all, and there is no doubt that the whole Chenjiazhuang will be destroyed if they make a fuss. So Chen Zhuangzhu could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
Fortunately, this flower gave birth to another lovely little flower. Master Chen watched Qing'er grow up slowly. The wound in my heart gradually healed. Speaking of it, he really has a bit of a daughter-controlled or granddaughter-controlled mentality.
My daughter is my own, and my granddaughter is also my own. Although I knew that they would leave my arms sooner or later, I really didn't want a stinky man to pinch this flower, I would rather be a woman and make myself feel better.
Master Chen looked at Wu Zhe, and even thought about it for a moment, if Qing'er fell in love with this woman...
Oh, it seems more acceptable? Owner Chen thinks so. If the person Qing'er likes is any man, no matter how handsome and unrestrained, he has an extraordinary family background. He also felt that he was not worthy of his own Qing'er.
"The fire on the stove is about to go out, are you two little girls still waiting for me to add firewood?" Concubine Chen joked: "Anyway, you two are already dirty, so let's do the rough work."
Concubine Chen's messenger is not polite. Wu Zhe and Princess Qing didn't mind either, and quickly added firewood in response.
Wu Zhe had never added firewood, and was called out by Princess Qing: "Miss, don't throw it around. Now when the flames are small, throwing a piece of firewood is the right thing to do."
"Ah. You saw through it." Wu Zhe chuckled.
Princess Qing didn't take it to heart either, throwing firewood at the same time. While shouting: "You go and stir the eggs."
Wu Zhe got up and found a big bowl. Take a basket of eggs, start to break one by one and pour the egg liquid into the bowl.
Concubine Chen glanced at it casually, and couldn't help being taken aback.
I saw Wu Zhe's light white fingers were extremely dexterous, picked up an egg and knocked it on the side of the stove, and then parted the egg with both hands, and perfectly poured the egg liquid into the bowl on the stove.
The whole movement is smooth and natural, which is the complete opposite of adding firewood.
"Did you often break eggs?" Princess Qing also noticed this detail, and immediately got up and asked.
"No, I just think the mechanism of the egg is very interesting, and I have studied it painstakingly." Wu Zhe said with a smile: "I even know the difference between raw eggs and boiled eggs. Also, have you tried standing eggs?"
"Can the egg stand up?" Princess Qing was surprised, but she rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Yes, you only need to be willing to break a part of it, knock it on the stove, and it will stand up."
"It doesn't need to be destroyed, it can really stand up." Wu Zhe put a newly picked egg on the stove with a smile.
She moves very slowly, as if trying to find a certain balance.
Gradually, she let go of her hand, and the raw egg really stood on the stove.
The three members of Princess Qing's family stared straight at the scene, and came over curiously to watch the excitement.
But the good times didn't last long. When Princess Qing got closer, a little airflow from her breath broke the upright balance of the egg. The egg fell down with a bang, rolled on the stove a few times in a daze, and almost fell.
Princess Qing grabbed it and wanted to try it herself.
"It took a lot of thought. It took me a lot of practice to find a balance." Wu Zhe casually found an excuse.
Zhiruo was raised in captivity when she was a child, it was much more miserable than me without a father. Even this boring trick of standing eggs took many days to study. Princess Qing took Wu Zhe's unintentional words to heart, and she was very emotional.
Princess Qing is also a very strong person, she just squatted on the edge of the stove, holding the egg with one hand and slowly standing upright, while staring straight at her. She tried to immediately recreate Wu Zhe's feat of standing eggs.
The feat, ahem, is actually due to the control of the evolutionary body.
Raw eggs do have a balance. The surface of the egg is not smooth, and the contact between the egg and the rough stove has greater friction than the ordinary table. It's just that it is too difficult for ordinary people to find the consistent balance between egg liquid and eggshell.
Wu Zhe snickered and grabbed a pair of chopsticks, picked up the bowl and stirred the eggs up and down.
"Girl Qing is strong when she is young." Concubine Chen said to Wu Zhe with a headache on her face: "When she was young in men's clothes, she once suffered a little loss in a fight with the children in the neighboring village, but after she came back, she trained hard with a martial artist Fighting for three days. On the fourth day, I got back on the field."
"Hey, I was so majestic at that time!" Princess Qing proudly said, "All the little girls in Zhuangzi applauded for me."
"Yes, your grandfather and I paid for the twelve taels of medicine and stones in the neighboring village." The owner of the Chen village revealed the shortcoming.
Wu Zhe laughed loudly: "Is this the legendary loser?"
"Grandpa, what are you talking about?!" Princess Qing was annoyed at Mr. Chen, and then patted Wu Zhexu: "You are a loser. Prince Mo raised you for half a month, but you were abducted by me Ran."…
"It's not certain who will kidnap who." Wu Zhe snorted.
"There are still many things like this. I will tell you slowly when I have time." Concubine Chen had already sprinkled a layer of oil in the oil pan, and took the time to say to Wu Zhe: "Chop some finely chopped green onions."
Wu Zhe responded, and owner Chen handed over a green onion.
The old scallion leaves were quickly peeled off, Wu Zhe swung the kitchen knife, and there was a sound of neatly chopping vegetables.
"What a fast knife?" Concubine Chen was surprised.
Didn't expect this girl to be able to do this? I can't even fully grasp it myself.
I saw that a long onion had been cut hundreds of times with a quick knife. It seemed that a lot of green onions had been cut out in a regular manner, but the bottom layer of the green onion was still white.
"Where to put it?" Wu Zhe asked.
Concubine Chen pointed to the oil pan. The pot just started to smoke slightly.
"Okay!" Wu Zhe put down the kitchen knife, grabbed both ends of a green onion, and shook it into the pot.
The amazing thing is that the scallions are falling like white snow and green leaves, but only a piece of green onion is left in the hand.
Princess Qing called Concubine Chen: "Mother, Zhiruo's saber skill, is it not the love you told me about chopping flowers with a knife, and the broken leaves with snowy lotus root are still there?"
Concubine Chen shuddered and didn't answer, she calmed down and said directly to Wu Zhe, "Miss Zhou is good at swordsmanship, and I couldn't do it when I was a girl."
Wu Zhe noticed the strange behavior of Concubine Chen, but he didn't think too much about it, he just said modestly: "Hey, I'm free to study randomly."
Concubine Chen didn't have time to be polite, and took Wu Zhe's egg bowl. Pour the beaten eggs evenly with the oily smoke from the frying.
There was a crackling sound of oil.
Concubine Chen put a few corn buns on the side of the pot to absorb the oil and gas.
"Do we still have to cook?" Wu Zhe knew that there was no thermal pot in this world.
"No need, I'll use these pieces of steamed buns to eat with eggs later." Princess Qing pointed to the corn steamed buns that were buttered by the side of the cauldron.
"Huh? Eggs in corn buns?" Wu Zhe thought he heard it wrong.
"It's fragrant." Princess Qing said proudly, "I promise you haven't eaten it, you'll know it later."
The corner of Wu Zhe's mouth twitched: "How oily is this?"
It's too unhealthy to eat.
"The egg is sandwiched between two pieces of steamed buns, dripping oil..." Princess Qing seemed to want to drool.
"...egg bun sandwich?" Wu Zhe was quite speechless. What kind of eating method is this