Ai Qiaoqiao poured the flour into two basins, poured the flour with the vegetable juice of the two colors, and stirred it with chopsticks to shape.

Luo Zisong was dumbfounded and watched as two colored dough appeared in the basin.

Ai Qiaoqiao kneaded the dough for a while, rolled it into thin dough cakes, and then cut it into thin noodles.

The green color and orange noodles complement each other perfectly, and you can't help but feel the urge to try it.

Ai Qiaoqiao cut the noodles, then took a handful of shallots, picked out the most tender ones, cut them into small pieces for later use, and put the other shallots into a pot with hot oil without even cutting them.

Luo Zisong was confused: I didn't even cut the green onions, so I put them in the pot, what was this going to do.

"It's scallion oil." Ai Qiaoqiao seemed to see his puzzlement and explained.

Luo Zisong seemed to understand a little.

The previous stock was too oily, so my grandmother didn't like it.

Although scallion oil is also oil, it smells like green onions, which makes people appetizing.

The scallion oil in the pan slowly deepens its rich flavor until the chives darken in color, and Ai Qiaoqiao fishes them out.

In a large bowl, she added salt and soy sauce, added a little sugar, scooped some stock from the jar where the stock had been stored, and poured it into the bowl.

"Young Master Luo, you step back a little." Ai Qiaoqiao reminded.

Luo Zisong came back to his senses and found that he was almost coming to Ai Qiaoqiao.

He took a step back, only to see Ai Qiaoqiao pouring the hot scallion oil into the bowl.

Hot oil splashes everywhere instantaneously.

Luo Zisong clearly saw a few drops of oil splashed on Ai Qiaoqiao's hand, but she still held the pot steadily, unaware.

After putting down the pot, Ai Qiaoqiao began to cook the noodles again.

Luo Zisong's gaze fell on the back of Ai Qiaoqiao's hand splashed with oil from time to time.

At first, it was only a few blushing spots, but then it looked like small blisters had formed.

"Are your hands alright?" Luo Zisong took advantage of Ai Qiaoqiao's fishing for noodles and took her hand, "I remember that there are some good scald ointments in my study, you remember to come with me to get them later." He was concerned.

Ai Qiaoqiao calmly withdrew his hand from his hand, "It's okay, always turn around the stove, burns are inevitable." ”

"How can this be, you are a girl, your skin is delicate, it would be bad if you have a scar." Luo Zisong noticed that Ai Qiaoqiao's skin was extraordinarily fair.

Because she was a country girl, she usually ran around outside, and her face was a little tanned, but when he saw the half of her arm exposed after rolling up her sleeves, he realized that her arm was like the snow-white lotus root.

Tender and white.

Even the daughter of a rich family may not have such good skin as her.

"Don't worry about it, I'll bring my own medicine." Ai Qiaoqiao drained the noodles that had been skimmed with cold water, put them in a bowl, then poured in the prepared scallion oil sauce, and sprinkled the tender shallots on top.

"Alright, let's send it to the old lady." Ai Qiaoqiao put the bowl into the tray, and without waiting for Luo Zisong, he walked out of the kitchen first.

Luo Zisong looked behind her, his eyes were well understood.

Didn't she really understand what she meant? Being held by a man's hand, what does it mean, does she really not know at all?

In fact, when Luo Zisong held her hand just now, Ai Qiaoqiao only disliked it in her heart.

Even she didn't know what was going on with her, this feeling was completely different from when she was holding hands with Zhang Wu and being held by Ye Liyan.

She was a good friend of Zhang Wu when she held hands with him.

When she was held by Ye Liyan, her heart was in a mess, wanting to escape, but she was reluctant to shake off his hand, for fear that she would hurt his injured wrist.

And for the Luo Gongzi in front of him.

She didn't feel anything, and she kept the rules she deserved.

Ai Qiaoqiao sent noodles into the house.

When Mrs. Luo saw the two-colored noodles in the bowl, she immediately sat up straight curiously.

Seeing this, the mother-in-law next to her flattered her, "Hey, this noodle is so fragrant, it makes people want to eat it when they smell it." ”

Mrs. Luo lifted her chopsticks and ate her noodles.

The noodles are refreshing and refreshing, and although they are mixed with scallion oil, they are not greasy at all.

The chives are fragrant and fragrant, and the fried scallion oil is even more tempting and mouth-watering.

Ai Qiaoqiao took out a small plate of shredded cucumbers from the tray.

"It's better to mix some into the noodles."

Mrs. Luo picked up a chopstick cucumber strip, and the mother-in-law next to her immediately exclaimed: "This girl is really good at knife skills, she can cut so finely." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, "Because the old lady has bad teeth, the cucumber strips are cut finely to chew." ”

When Luo Zisong entered the door, Mrs. Luo was eating noodles with her head buried in her head, and she kept nodding.

"Okay, this is delicious, I like it, I eat this at night."

Ai Qiaoqiao said with a smile: "Eat noodles at every meal, and I will make you braised small potatoes and chrysanthemum tofu soup in the evening." ”

Mrs. Luo smiled, "Okay, I'll eat this." ”

The people in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

God, if only their old lady were so "well-behaved" every day.

Ai Qiaoqiao took advantage of the old lady's noodle eating and found an opportunity to retreat, and a maid took her to the wing room on the north side.

The rooms here were all for guests, and several rooms were all empty, so she picked one at random and moved in.

She unfolded the garment she had brought, folded it evenly, and then took out the vial that had been given to her by the night and applied the ointment to the back of her hand.

At this moment, Luo Zisong walked in from outside.

I didn't even knock on the door......

Although the door is open, but after all, it is a big defense for men and women, and this is a high-gate mansion, how can Luo Gongzi not even understand this rule.

Ai Qiaoqiao couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Luckily, she wasn't in the house changing her clothes just now, otherwise it would have been hard to tell.

Thinking that she would lock the door in the future, she didn't show a smile on her face, and stood up to give a formal blessing, "If you have anything to do, you just need to find someone to say it in the future, and you don't need to run in person." ”

Luo Zisong was holding a medicine bottle in his hand, and although Ai Qiaoqiao's attitude was respectful, her tone was extremely cold, and there was a hint of anger in the corners of her eyes.

"It's me who didn't think it through." Luo Zisong said apologetically, "I originally wanted you to go to the study with me to get the medicine, but who knew that you left too fast, so I had to send it over in person." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, but did not answer.

"I told you, I have medicine here."

"I'm the best burn medicine." Luo Zisong opened the medicine bottle, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Ai Qiaoqiao also opened the medicine bottle in her hand, and a fragrant fragrance instantly engulfed the fragrance of Luo Zisong's bottle.

It smells as light as a lotus flower, but the smell lasts for a long time.

Luo Zisong was surprised.

"This medicine is ......"

"This was given to me by the Night Doctor."

Luo Zisong only felt as if something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.