Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the swallow word returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The woman sat in front of the window, a bright moon hung high on the calm river, and the boat under the night sky was leisurely illuminated, riding the wind and waves and not knowing where to go.

The jade phoenix, who sent Ruo Ao Ziyan's second peace letter on behalf of Mo Yan, let out two cries in the silent night, as if the man who was far away in the Central Plains was confidently saying to her:

Arrived in Wancheng, fought the first battle with the Jin army on the 25th, and waited for my good news. Three days later, when I opened the dark grid of the phoenix bed, I saw that the mechanism was in the palace lamp.

The short letter can't hold too many words, but in the thin brocade silk, I can still remember Ruo Ao Ziyan's arrogant expression when he wrote this letter, as if it was effortless.

But did he take something before leaving?

The phoenix bed they slept on actually had a dark grid, and he never told her.

It's just that why three days later, Mi Huang frowned and didn't understand, on the river at night, she sat in front of the window and rewrote a letter, let Yuhuang send the letter back to the East Palace, and asked Si Jian, who stayed in the East Palace, to open the secret compartment under the phoenix bed for her, to see what Ruo Ao Ziyan had left, and then sent Mao Ba to send it to her.

In the room separated by the wall of her guest room, a man's voice sounded, "Fei'er, what's wrong with you, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I miss my mother and grandfather......"

Cheng Fei's small body was lying on the bed in a small obscene clothes, covered with a small quilt and blinked at the top of the tent, making a buzzing sound, "Second uncle, why hasn't my grandfather come back for so many days......" The words fell A crystal teardrop rolled down his eyes and soaked his cheeks.

"Grandpa said he was going to teach me homework, but it has been several days, and I haven't seen him......"

Cheng Fei clutched the little quilt tightly and said aggrievedly with a small face.

"I know my grandfather said boys are not allowed to cry, but I just miss him...... What to do?"

Blinking, blinking, eyes red.

Since their father's burial, they have told their nephews that their father has gone far away and will not be able to return for a long time.

Cheng Jia didn't know how to answer him, but picked up Cheng Fei and said, "Don't you like to eat wontons? ”

"But Fei'er wants to eat what my second uncle made for me. ”

Cheng Fei's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked up at the tall second uncle, and was suddenly swept away by the gluttonous worms in his stomach, and pouted, "The second uncle is always so busy, always saying that he wants to do it for me, but he always has no time...... Fei'er has also waited for a long, long time......"

"Every one of you adults doesn't count when he talks, so does Grandpa, and so do you......" At the end, his eyes were red and he choked up.

Cheng Jia thought about it, since he entered the court, he was really busy and messed around, and neglected his family.

So he sat up and said with a soothing smile, "Then you wait, the second uncle will do it for you!"

"No, I'm going with my second uncle!"

Cheng Fei opened his bright eyes and pulled his sleeve and said, one big and one small figures walked down the stairs in the dark night.

After reading the letter in the room, Mi Huang, who was about to go to bed, heard the sound in the corridor, his ear drums shook slightly, his eyes fixed on the door, and then when the voice fell, he raised the candle on the table, silently opened the hatch and looked at the candle flame on the stairs at the end and the flickering black shadow.

Who could it be in the middle of the night?

In the kitchen, the daughter-in-law of the Li family, who was sleeping in the small room next to her, heard the movement and saw that Cheng Jia came in with Cheng Fei, and immediately got up to greet her, "Do you want to eat something with the little boy this night?"

"I'll get up and do it for you!"

"No need, just make a supper, I'll come by myself, Aunt Li, you all go and rest!"

Cheng Jia waved his hand and said.

Cheng Fei looked at the daughter-in-law of the Li family and said, "I want to eat what my second uncle made, second uncle, I want to eat what you made." ”

"How can this work! How can the hands of adults be used to do these dirty and rough work, that is the hands of big things, little boy, you can't do this......"

Aunt Li immediately opened her hand to stop Cheng Jia from entering the kitchen with a rather oily smell.

In her heart, a great nobleman like Cheng Youtu, a great and kind person, should not be in and out of a place like the kitchen, and his feet are completely dirty, "These are all the jobs that our subordinates do." ”

Mi Huang saw Cheng Jia from a distance being stopped by the Li family's daughter-in-law in front of the kitchen for a long time, so he stepped forward and said with a smile, "Aunt Li, if I don't come to do it for Fei'er, you go down and rest! Fei'er, he likes what I do." ”

"Very well, ma'am, call me if you need anything......"

Aunt Li thought that those ladies in the house also got up in the middle of the night to make dinner for adults and children by themselves, and then went out of the kitchen.

Cheng Fei blinked, looked at Mi Huang and pulled Cheng Jia and pouted, "But what I like is made by the second uncle." ”

Cheng Jia frowned when he heard this, and then glanced at Mi Huang, "Tong Yan Wuji, don't blame the child, he has been clamoring for grandpa for the past two days, and he can't sleep because he can't find it, so I'll make him something to eat." ”

"Well, then I'll go, now you can make him food, don't be hungry at night. ”

Seeing Aunt Li leaving, Mi Huang said to Cheng Jia.

"Are you hungry? or I'm ...... Make one for you too......" Cheng Jia glanced at the woman who turned around and went out, and asked hesitantly.

"Can you eat it? It's not delicious, I don't eat it. Mi Huang raised her eyebrows and didn't believe it, it was the first time she had heard that a noble son could cook, if Ao Ziyan belonged to the typical gentleman who cooked far away, so she was very suspicious of the poisonous dishes made by Cheng Jia.

"Nonsense, my second uncle's cooking is the best!"

I guess he didn't even know how to light a fire, thinking of this, she paused and walked back, "I'd better help you!" Although the food she made was not very tasty, it was finally edible.

"What are you going to eat?"

Standing in the kitchen with a row of pots and pans, he quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and thought about what he had eaten before that Si Hua had made her.

"Don't you really need my help?"

Cheng Jia's voice sounded behind him, and Mi Huang waved the kitchen knife in his hand and commanded, "Why don't you two go over and help me light the fire?" ”

It looks like it's quite stance.

Cheng Jia walked to the side of the matchstick, and then asked Cheng Fei to pick up the firewood together and start to light the fire skillfully, "Shall we help Auntie light the fire?"

"But I want to eat the ...... made by my uncle."

Cheng Fei still wanted to fight back, but when he saw Cheng Jia lighting a match with a flint and throwing it into the stove, the young man was immediately diverted, and clapped his hands excitedly, "Second uncle, second uncle...... I'm going to help you light the fire too. ”

Mi Huang's knife skills are still good, there are boards and eyes, a piece of pork is neatly cut under her knife, stacked into pieces, and chopped into diced meat.

I thought that it seemed that for so many years, I hadn't given Mi Zhao a slave for nothing, at least this sword skill was okay.

Mi Huang saw that the pot of the two people was already burning, and thought about what to do next?

"What are you going to eat?"

"Ravioli. I want to eat wontons!" Cheng Fei said, holding a burning stick.

"Wontons?" Qi Huang twisted her eyebrows when she heard this, although she also liked to eat it, but she had never made it.

"Since you want to make wontons, you have to make noodles. ”

"But is there flour in the kitchen?"

Mi Huang thought about the process of making wontons in his brain, and then his eyes crossed over the clay pots of the large and small pots, looking for the flour jars, not sure which one was, so he went out to the kitchen and went to Aunt Li to help, but when he came back with Aunt Li, he saw that Cheng Jia had rolled up his sleeves and began to mix noodles with water, and at the same time chopped a handful of shallots, as well as ginger, mixed with meat, and added salt.

Cheng Fei applauded next to him, "Second uncle, the most powerful!"

"Do you really know how to cook?"

Mi Huang held a kitchen knife and watched in surprise as Cheng Jia skillfully handled various ingredients in front of the cooking table, compared with his own skills of killing people on the battlefield just now, with a blank face.

Even Aunt Li was stunned, "Adults really know how to cook!"

"Yes, when I was a child, my mother liked to cook for us, and I learned to help out on the side. ”

But it was my mother in my previous life, and my mother in this life also likes to cook, but he only helps to watch from the sidelines.

Cheng Jia kneaded the dough seriously, and then a ball of noodles was rolled into a long strip under his big hands, he picked up the kitchen knife and cut it into a small ball, and each small ball was spread into a small round dough under the palm of his hand, and finally wrapped the mixed stuffing into the dough, pinched into a gold ingot-shaped and placed the plate, and at this time the water in his pot was also boiled, he picked up the plate and put all the wontons wrapped in the plate into the pot and covered the lid.

Is this called a little bit?

Mi Huang watched his skillful movements, suddenly put down the kitchen knife, and silently followed Cheng Fei to sit behind the stove and pick up firewood to add fire.

I stabbed the stove with a burning stick, and the fire in the stove burned more and more, and I was holding a sullen breath for no reason in the hot weather, and there was nowhere to vent.

This is really not as good as him and Ruo Ao Ziyan, and even this kind of rough work, she can't compare to him...... Don't tell her to live well, she will still eat with peace of mind in the future, don't interfere in these things.

Three bowls of wonton noodles, two large and one small, were served on the table, and Cheng Fei sat between the two, happily picking up chopsticks and starting.