Yan Xiaoqiao tried to concentrate and not care about the people around her, she carefully cut the ham, shrimp, round mushrooms and cheese. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Alright, I'll do it. She took Mu Xiaonian's dough, spread it flat into a round flatbread, then evenly placed the ingredients she had just cut on the dough, and finally sprinkled a layer of shredded cheese densely.

"Alright. It's time to start baking. ”

"Are you sure?" Mu Xiaonian said strangely, "Isn't the pie the meat inside the noodles?" Why don't we make a leek box, meat bun or something, why do you put this filling on the outside of the noodles? Also, this sweet and salty mixed together, can you eat it?"

Yan Xiaoqiao said: "I don't know, I don't usually have so many good ingredients to put when I make them, but the reason is similar." Brother Gu said that it was delicious, and I think it should be okay. ”

"Are you sure Big Brother Gu said it was delicious?" Mu Xiaonian looked back at Gu Chen, only to see that he was surrounded by several women chattering, so annoyed, he simply closed his eyes and meditated. I heard that the Emperor of Heaven also had a lot of confidants in the Heavenly Realm in the past, but for some reason he never married a wife, and he is still so popular in the world, His Majesty is really amazing!

Mu Xiaonian was still committing nymphomaniac, Yan Xiaoqiao pushed him and said, "It's ripe, help!"

The cake is baked, and it is shiny and fragrant. The people who were laughing around just now let out a sound of amazement.

Lord Huang, the imperial chef of the palace, picked up a piece, tasted it, and exclaimed: "Although the pie is delicious, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall because of the poor image, this cake can not only maintain the original bright color of the ingredients, but also mix the fragrance of the delicacies of the mountains and seas, it is really not simple." May I ask the bhikshu chef, is this cake famous?"

"This ......" Yan Xiaoqiao thought to herself, what is the name, it is the scum cake in Wuyi Lane.

Mu Xiaonian's eyes rolled: "This is the national cake of our bhikshu country, called Bisa." ”

A blue-eyed foreigner at the back of the crowd hurriedly recorded in his mind silently, his pronunciation was not accurate, and he repeated it over and over again: Bissan, pizza, pizza...... Then he wrote it down in the language of his own country.

In the end, although the contestant Jin Yutang's Chef Zhang won the first place, the little chef of the bhikshu country received the most applause. The owner of Tianxianglou also gave her a special gold medal. The five of them finally got rid of the hospitality of the owner of Tianxianglou and left in a carriage.

When we arrived at the entrance of Wuyi Alley, the carriage stopped. Because the alley is too narrow, this luxury carriage can't get in at all.

Yan Xiaoqiao, who was in a fugue, suddenly came to his senses, "Big brother, I'll just walk back by myself." Hurry up and send the wagon back. ”

Gu Chen nodded: "Okay." Then you go home first, and I'll be back in a moment. It's getting late today, so don't read any more. ”

"Hmm. Yan Xiaoqiao turned around to get out of the car with a blank look.

"Wait!" Mu Xiaonian, who was driving the car, turned around and said, "Change your clothes!"

It's not that he is stingy, the clothes are all changed by flower demons, and when he comes home and finds himself wearing leaves, Yan Xiaoqiao is not scared to death.

Yan Xiaoqiao returned the gorgeous clothes outside to Mu Xiaonian, walked along the alley in a trance with his arms crossed and walked to the door of his small courtyard, pushed the door in, and returned to his small kitchen to lie down and be stunned. The first half of the night was like a dream, with bright lights, golden rooms, and bizarre food...... Everything was mixed into a blur in her mind, and the only thing she could see clearly seemed to be Gu Chen's face, Brother Gu, I felt so happy to be with him......

It took two days for Yan Xiaoqiao to come to his senses.

When he came to Gu Chen's room to read a book that night, Yan Xiaoqiao suddenly asked, "Brother Gu, how old are you?"

Gu Chen sat up from the couch next to him, "How old do you see me?"

To be honest, Gu Chen's age was a very young man in the Heavenly Realm, and when converted to a mortal, he was only about twenty-three or four years old. But he has been adrift in the world for three hundred years, and he has been stained with the problems of mortals, and he is afraid of old age.

Yan Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "At most, it's only more than twenty." ”

Gu Chen sighed, and then lay down and said, "Compared to you, you are an old man." By the way, Xiao Qiao, are you sixteen?"

The relationship between the two is getting deeper and deeper, and Gu Chen remembers that he hasn't asked about someone's birthday yet.

Yan Xiaoqiao blushed and said, "Ming'er will be full." ”

Gu Chen jumped up: "Ming'er is your birthday! Why didn't you say it earlier! I can also prepare a gift for you." ”

"No need. I've never been a birthday. Yan Xiaoqiao is not lying, since her father and mother died, no one remembers her birthday, where did she think about asking for any gifts, but every year at this time, she thinks that her father and mother are uncomfortable.

"How's that going to work? Gu Chen grabbed her hand and said, "The clothes I changed for you last time can be taken tomorrow, and the day is just right." But, alas, this one is too shabby as a gift. What more could you want?"

Yan Xiaoqiao saw that he couldn't pester him, so he whispered: "Don't want anything else, if you can, Brother Gu will give me a calligraphy and painting." ”

Gu Chen was stunned: "Who do you want?" He thought that Xiao Qiao wanted the calligraphy and painting of a famous artist, and his head began to recall, Wang Xizhi, Mi Fu, or simply find a painter in the heavenly realm......

"I want Big Brother Gu to write it himself. ”

Huh? Gu Chen came back to his senses. "Me?"

Yan Xiaoqiao nodded, got up and took a book from the shelf. When Gu Chen saw it, it turned out to be a collection of poems that he had copied by himself. When he traveled around, he also met many talented writers, and sometimes when he heard good poems from others, he couldn't help but copy them himself. To put it bluntly, this is the "Selected Poems of the Past Dynasties" compiled by Gu Chen himself.

"Brother Gu's handwriting is so good-looking, Xiao Qiao can't learn it, I want to take a piece of writing and hang it, take a look at it. ”

"You can't be in a hurry to practice calligraphy, you are still young now, practice slowly. What do you want me to write?"

"This big brother Suigu is good. Yan Xiaoqiao felt that his request seemed to be a bit excessive, and couldn't help blushing.

Gu Chen saw her blush, suddenly felt cute, and said with a smile: "I will definitely write you a good one." By the way, you won't have to bring me food at noon tomorrow, I'll write and I'll treat you to something delicious in the evening. ”

"Thank you, Big Brother Gu. Yan Xiaoqiao looked excited.

The next day, Gu Chen went to the best study room on Huangcheng East Street, bought the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote neatly. What should he write? He thought about it and didn't know what poems could represent his mood at the moment.

I suddenly heard that the owner of the four treasures shop in the study room was arguing with people, "Take it away, take it away, this is not a pawnshop, and it doesn't accept calligraphy and paintings." ”

A middle-aged scholar said: "I'm not here to sell calligraphy and paintings, I'm here to sell my poems." ”

Gu Chen was curious, walked over, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The scholar raised his head, saw that Gu Chen looked extraordinary, thought he was a person in the palace, and arched his hand and said: "My surname is Li, I came to the capital to do business, but I didn't know that the silver taels on my body were stolen, so I had to compose a poem and exchange some silver taels to go home."

"Since it was stolen, can you report it?"

"Reported. It's just that I'm in a hurry to go home, and I can't wait for the government to solve the case. ”

The owner of the four treasures shop in the study room said: "You might as well go to the library and have a look, there are many bachelors there, and I can't appreciate your poems." ”

Gu Chen said: "Li Gongzi, you might as well show me." ”

When the scholar heard this, he respectfully sent a piece of paper.

Gu Chen looked at it and read it gently: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian." Good poetry......"

The boss of the four treasure shops in the study interjected: "This first sentence doesn't make sense, Se obviously only has twenty-five strings, where did the fifty strings come from?"

Gu Chen ignored him and continued to read: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring." There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Gu Chen put down the paper: "I bought this poem, how much silver do you want?"

Li Sheng said: "Ten taels of travel expenses are enough. ”

Gu Chen took out the money bag, he spent a lot of money just now to buy the treasures and the four treasures of the study, he opened it and looked at it, and gave the money bag to Li Sheng.

Li Sheng's hand sank, knowing that the weight was not light, and exclaimed: "This son, there is no need for so much, I have no money to find it." ”

Gu Chen shook his head: "Mr.'s masterpiece will be passed down through the ages." Today is the birthday of one of my dear friends, and I am very fortunate to be able to use my husband's poem as a gift. "Say goodbye and leave.

The owner of the four treasures shop in the study shook his head and said, "You have met a nobleman." ”

Li Sheng opened the money bag on the road and found that it was full of gold, and sighed.

Gu Chen returned home, thought about it, drew a picture, and then took the poem seriously and inscribed it seriously, he held it up and looked at it, and felt satisfied. At this time, it was past noon, and Emperor Gu didn't realize that he hadn't eaten, so he happily brought calligraphy and paintings to the street to find someone to frame them.

When the calligraphy and painting were finished, I went to pick up the changed green shirt, and it was almost dark. Gu Chen rushed to the noodle stall to pick up Yan Xiaoqiao. When I arrived at the place where I usually set up a stall, I found it empty.

"Where's the noodle stall?" he asked, grabbing the tofu seller next to him.

"It's over. ”

No, he just came out of the house, if the file is closed, where will Yan Xiaoqiao go?

"Where's the noodle stall owner?"

"Xiao Qiao came in the morning, and then followed his aunt and the Zheng butcher away, and then closed the stall. The tofu flower seller looked at Gu Chen's increasingly ugly look, and his mouth trembled with fright.

"Where is Zheng Tuhu's house?" Gu Chen's eyes looked like they wanted to kill.

"In, in the alley next door...... "Before he finished selling tofu flowers, Gu Chen had disappeared.

Yes, it was alive and disappeared before his eyes, and he rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was alive and dead.

Gu Chen remembered the conversation he heard that night, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart, Xiao Qiao had just turned sixteen, could it be ......

The door of Zheng Tuhu's house was closed, and he went directly to the backyard.

When I arrived at the door of the main compartment, I heard someone making noise inside.

"Don't you quarrel anymore, if you don't do this, the meat stall will be taken away by the Jucai Gambling House tomorrow, what will our family eat in the future? Or you will let me be hacked to death, and you can't bear to lose your husband?" said in a thick male voice.

Aunt Bai scolded: "What kind of sin have I created, all the money we earned has been gambled on you, you still have to sell Xiao Qiao, you return the money to me......"

"As I said a long time ago, you should be blessed with him. We are not poor all our lives. ”

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