Would she be willing?

Mo Xingle's palms were sweaty, and his heart hung high in the air, waiting for the bird's nest's answer.

Bird's Nest didn't look at Mo Xingle, and walked to the eldest princess to salute: "If Lord Mo welcomes me as a wife, Coral is willing, if it is a ...... next to her" She spit out two words: "I don't want to." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xingle couldn't wait to answer, for fear that Bird's Nest would misunderstand him: "Of course it's a wife, Ming Media is marrying! I will never wronged you!" Then he didn't seem to be able to grasp the truth, and carefully confirmed with her, "Do you really agree to marry me?"

Bird's nest looked at him at this time, with an intriguing smile on his mouth, Mo Xingle's heart jumped, and he always felt that he had nothing to do with himself, so he heard Bird's Nest say: "There is a condition." ”

"Man, why should you be so happy about digging a pit? ”

Mo Xingle sighed, and couldn't wait to go back a few hours ago A big-eared scraper woke him up, and asked what to ask, Isn't it good to wait happily to welcome the bride home to warm the bed?

Cooking, worrying - forget it, let it go!

The mother and grandmother of the family sat together, each holding an embroidered fan to cover the lower half of their faces, you look at me, I look at you, and they all glanced at someone who was busy in the kitchen, and laughed together, "This time it's a heart, it's rare that someone can manage him, and I don't know what the girl looks like?"

"The mother can rest assured, the daughter-in-law has asked someone to inquire. The girl's original name was Shangguan Yan, the daughter of Lang Zhong and the chef Xu of the former dynasty, in order to overturn the case for the family and Wu Qiu, the daughter of the imperial chef of the previous dynasty, she entered the eldest princess's mansion. ”

"You say that, I'm really curious about that girl. Eh, Xingle hasn't come out for so long, isn't it quite simple for him to do?" The old lady remembered that Mo Xingle seemed to have been in the kitchen for a long time, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to make a round as usual. "Go see?"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Mo, who was the daughter-in-law, helped the old lady to go to find her son, and Mo Xingle walked through the corridor with a lacquer plate and shouted: "It's here, it's here, it's delicious!"

The two who had just stood up sat back again, and couldn't help but laugh when they saw his appearance.

The apron on Mo Xingle's waist has not been untied, his face, waist, and apron are still stained with a lot of flour, and a few strands of hair on his forehead are wet with sweat and clinging to his cheeks.

"Mother, grandmother, you can taste it, this is the Lantern Festival I made. He put the two bowls in front of them and watched them bring the Lantern Festival to their mouths: "How does it taste?"

The two of them laughed but did not say a word.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival.

The main road of the royal street is full of lights, look up is all kinds of lanterns, guess the lantern riddles along the street stalls, sell the small garlands woven with jasmine, the small flower hairpins, mixed with bursts of sweet fragrance in the middle, easily evoke the memory of the Lantern Festival or the rice balls, the rice balls are sweet and glutinous, take a bite, the sesame stuffing inside will flow out, the white skin, the gray and black filling, the visual effect is excellent, the wanderers from the south prefer this mouthful, the people of the capital still like the Lantern Festival with a hard taste.

But no matter who you are, in this lively time, you can take advantage of a bowl of sweet soup, children eat happily, and adults eat with pleasure, drawing a successful end to this year.

The water in the pot has been a little turbid, that is attached to the glutinous rice flour on the white dumplings to dissolve in the water, the water is boiling, a snow-white dumpling in the pot tumbling and floating, the spoon is set aside from time to time, so as not to several dumplings stick together and never separate, once there are guests to order, quickly scoop out four small dumplings from the pot, add a spoonful of brown sugar to melt the sweet water, sprinkle a small spoonful of sugar osmanthus on the surface of the dumplings is completed.

Mo Xingle came to the seat next to the stall with two bowls of rice balls, and the bird's nest was already sitting in the seat waiting for him. The dense black hair is hairpinned with begonia silk flowers, the silk flowers are very simulated, like the dawning clouds on the horizon, the orange light of the lantern makes her very delicate, Mo Xingle's face is red, his eyes are staggered, and he falls to the side, and says: "Eat it while it's hot, the dumplings in this house are very delicious, I used to buy a bowl to eat every time I walked here during the Lantern Festival." ”

"Hmm. The bird's nest took it with both hands and blew on the heat dissipation.

"How?" Mo Xingle asked.

A smile appeared on her face, "The brown sugar water of the sweet soup is added with ginger, the ginger flavor is heavier, and it will not feel particularly greasy to eat, the sugar osmanthus adds a little fragrance, the snow-white soft glutinous rice balls, the reddish brown sugar water, and finally the sweet osmanthus that is the finishing touch, golden, it is delicious to look at, the sesame filling is thick and slurry, it is very delicious, we used to be in Nanxun, every Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival will make tangyuan, one year I don't remember whether the tangyuan was too much, or what, Ayao made it in another way, and the taste was not bad. ”

"It's delicious. Mo Xingle saw that the bird's nest was really satisfied on his face, and he was relieved.

But he was still relieved that it was too early, and the bird's nest asked in the next sentence: "What about you, have you thought about what to do?"

“……”

Facing the cheeks holding up, revealing a small piece of jade-white wrist from the sleeves, and his eyes seemed to be in the bird's nest of thousands of lights, Mo Xingle did not reverie at the moment, held his breath, and still felt that his forehead was constantly sweating. "This ......"

"Didn't you?" Bird's Nest lowered its eyes, disappointed.

"I ......"

Dali Siqing, who has always been talented and quick-witted, was speechless at this time, and he was even more hurried when he saw the bird's nest disappointed, just when he was about to break the jar, a little girl came over and pulled the skirt of the bird's nest, causing the bird's nest to look at her before saying: "Sister, there is a Xiucai brother who asked me to give you this letter." ”

The little girl was articulate and made the identity of the person who gave the letter clear.

Bird's nest smiled and took the letter and thanked her, took out the pine nut amber candy wrapped in glutinous rice paper from her sleeve, and handed it to the little girl with a few pennies, let her choose by herself, watching the little girl bite her fingers and fall into a tangle, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of sugar, grabbed the amber candy, opened the glutinous rice paper to eat, and urged the bird's nest to read the letter quickly, so she could go back and reply to Xiucai.

She opened the letter, understood what was going on at a glance, and deliberately read: "Tonight, what night, see this beloved." Zixi, son, what is such a beloved?"

"Brother Xiucai also said, if you are interested in reading the letter, sister, please go to the second floor of the teahouse. ”

Mo Xingle instantly stiffened, today is the Lantern Festival, "since the night, men and women are confused", the flow of people is like weaving, the lanterns shine on the Yi people, it is the easiest time to fall in love at first sight, if you look at it, you can boldly confess. Bird's nest is in its prime, delicate and dignified, anyone who sees it will be tempted, not to mention his old man - a huge sense of crisis has come to him, he doesn't hurry up, if the bird's nest goes to another house, he will have to be lonely for a lifetime.

No way!

He wanted to say no, but he was not qualified to make the decision for bird's nest.

"Well, you can help me with a word. Bird's Nest said. Mo Xingle pretended to eat glutinous rice balls, but he pricked up his ears, his skin was tight, and he didn't dare to come out. Bird's Nest glanced at Mo Xingle, "Make the king have his own wife, and Luo Fu has his own husband." Have a nice night with him. ”

The little girl recited the poem repeatedly, and ran into the teahouse to reply.

The sudden crisis, and the sudden reversal of the clouds, made Mo Xingle make up his mind, "You wait for me here, I'll be back immediately." ”

Bird's nest watched him walk towards the stall owner, and he didn't know what he said, persuaded the stall owner to make room for him, Mo Xingle copied his sleeves, the stall made rice balls, not Lantern Festival, the filling used is different, the filling of the rice balls is relatively simple, focusing on the taste of an ingredient, the filling of the Lantern Festival has sesame walnuts and then mixed with sugar osmanthus red bean paste, mixed with sesame oil and compacted, the filling is kneaded into a sturdy ball, and then dipped in water, you can start to shake the Lantern Festival filling, a dark Lantern Festival filling in the white glutinous rice flour rolling, gradually stained with different colors, in the end, how can you see that the white dumplings are not white, the same as the rice balls, the cut is all black.

Shaking the Lantern Festival is not simple, he has been practicing at home for a long time, his mother and grandmother said on the side to move fast, to make the strength even, easy to say, it is not the same thing to do, and when it is shaken to the house even the servants do not want to eat...... He finally found his senses and pretended to be a teacher.

After the finished Lantern Festival, use a bamboo skewer to prick some holes on it to prevent oil from splashing when you get into the oil pot. When the Lantern Festival in the oil pot is already golden, and there is a circle of small bubbles around the surface, then it is fished up to control the oil, and the Lantern Festival wafts out of the pot with bursts of oil fragrance, and those who smell it will not be surprised to remember the feeling of that fragrant and crispy.

"Boss, bring me a fried ...... Eh, Lord Mo?"

Smelling the fragrance of the fried Lantern Festival, the person who came to find it stared at the golden balls in the oil pot for the first time, and the smell was wafting from here, and he salivated at it, and only to realize that this "boss" was not an ordinary person, but his colleague......! Why are you here?" Selling Lantern Festival at the Lantern Festival Night Market?

Could it be that the money is tight? Shouldn't it? Still have to investigate the case, so he disguises himself as a peddler? The colleague made up his brain, glanced left and right, and nodded in a matter-of-fact manner: "I understand, I understand." ”

"I just borrowed the boss's oil pot, your Lantern Festival. Mo Xingle saw that he misunderstood, and he didn't plan to say more to avoid extraneous branches, so he quickly tied a few with bamboo sticks and dressed them in a string, and then handed them to his colleagues with zongzi leaves as a support, handed over the money with one hand and the Lantern Festival with the other, and drove him away.

Colleagues are actually still curious, looking at Mo Xingle's reaction is not like handling a case, he didn't go far, he saw Mo Xingle skillfully piercing a string of fried Lantern Festival, fart and hand it to a woman, from his position can only see the side faces of the two, Mo Xingle is very nervous, you can feel his nervousness from afar, this guy is on the same scientific expedition with him, go to the palace test together, the palace test will be easy, there is no other person's solemnity at all, where is this woman sacred, actually subdued Mo Xingle?

I saw the woman looking at the fried Lantern Festival skewers in her hand, and then looked at Mo Xingle as if she was hesitating, and with his encouragement, she took a small taste, revealing a smile, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in her eyes, and then nodded slowly.

"Woo-woo-bird's nest!

"Oh! Mo Xingle, put me down!"

The voices of a man and a woman came back and forth, one was so happy that he said that he wanted to invite a passing guest to eat Lantern Festival, the other was angry but more shy, and the sound of a stool falling to the ground, and the colleagues were so surprised that their eyes widened out-

They have been single for 30 years, and they successfully chased the person they liked on the day of the Lantern Festival.