"Long Live Lord, please clarify."
"A new lady has arrived in the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and she is very skilled at cooking tea," Zhong Zhiheng said with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile. "It's just that the Empress Dowager pays close attention to it. It should be something unusual."
"Yes, this subordinate understands. Please don't worry, Lord Long Live." Dai Jingfeng bowed in a hurry.
"Okay, let's go down." Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand.
"Yes. This subordinate resigns." Dai Jingfeng bowed and left.
When Zhao Ruhai came in to wait for Zhong Zhiheng to wash up. A glass of untouched montmorillonite fell on his head, and Zhao Ruhai immediately felt that the upper of the shoe was soaked, but he couldn't care less about it. He was so busy that he knelt down on the wet carpet, kowtowed and pleaded guilty: "Long live God, calm down! Long live God, calm down!"
"What kind of tea are you brewing? How dare you bring this kind of tea to my face?" Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, while staring coldly at Zhao Ruhai who kept prostrating. While thinking about the tea she drank in the Compassionate Peace Palace. Immediately, he became even more annoyed, "If you think your life is too long, you will deal with it like this in the future!"
"The slave knows his mistake! The slave knows his mistake! Long live Lord, please forgive me!" Zhao Ruhai was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe. Against the wet carpet. I was very puzzled in my heart. He always makes tea like this, and Long Live Lord has never been picky. Why did he suddenly dislike his craft today
"What are you still kneeling on?" Zhong Zhiheng said coldly, "Get out!"
"Yes. I thank the Lord for your kindness!" Zhao Ruhai hurriedly got up from the ground as soon as he heard about the amnesty.
"Come back!" But before taking two steps, Zhong Zhiheng stopped him again.
Zhao Ruhai turned back in a hurry. He bowed and said, "The servant is here."
"Go..." Zhong Zhiheng frowned and thought for a long time, then continued, "The one who danced well last time..."
"Liu Chang is here." Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly.
"It's her, let her come here." Zhong Zhiheng said lazily.
"Yes, this servant will send someone to fetch Liu Changzai." Zhao Ruhai bowed hurriedly.
August 16th, 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
"Did I say snoring last night? Did I grit my teeth?" Ah Chou sat on the kang, stirring the noodles in the sea bowl, while nervously looking at Lu Mingwei who was sitting in front of the stove and lighting the fire, "Talking in sleep ?"
"I didn't snore or grit my teeth," Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou with a smile while filling firewood into the stove, "It's just talking in sleep."
"What did I say?" A Chou was taken aback, his eyes widened immediately, obviously nervous enough.
Why is Ah Chou so nervous
Because Ah Chou had a dream last night, a good dream about Zhong Mingwei and her, so can she not be nervous? If you say something that shouldn't be said, wouldn't you be ashamed
"Tell me, you really want to eat noodle soup," Zhong Mingwei said seriously, but the seriousness on his face didn't last long, and he couldn't help laughing, "So, today I specially asked you to make it Gnocchi soup."
"Cut!" Ah Chou looked disgusted and disbelieving, but felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and immediately said with his mouth curled up, "Even if I am talking in my sleep, I must mean that I want to eat big fish and meat. How could it be noodle soup?!"
Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly, and said a little embarrassedly: "Isn't it a long time since I ate?"
"I still ate it a few days ago." As Chou said, he took a spoon, covered the sticky noodles with one hand, squeezed out a lump from the tiger's mouth, took the spoon with the other hand, and put it in the In boiling vegetable soup.
Zhong Mingwei's gaze followed the white and tender pieces of dough, and he felt miraculous no matter how you looked at it: "Girl, this is also what Xiangma taught you?"
"No, I learned this from Mr. Xie. In the past, sometimes I would send clothes to the imperial dining room. I would stay in the imperial dining room for a while and watch how they cook," Ah Chou said slyly while continuing to squeeze the gnocchi. Di Chong blinked at Zhong Mingwei, "But they make meatballs, and I make gnocchi like cats and tigers, isn't it very smart?"