The dancing girl got married, and according to the meaning of the ink mandarin, the cold incense pavilion was also hung with red silk. The lotus flowers in the large vat in the front yard have bloomed out of season, and they have been carefully pruned, and the yellow leaves have been removed, and the remaining few lotus canopies are comfortable and expanding, which is also a thriving scene.

The bride's house was also decorated, and it had a festive atmosphere. The girls congratulated each other and dispersed, leaving the room alone with Lu Niang. She stood in front of the low bed, carefully caressing the unfolded red wedding dress, tears boiling hot, fluttering down in bunches.

Lu Niang is not the daughter of a poor family, the family has been farming for generations, and has accumulated a few acres of thin fields, and she has older brothers and sisters above her, who work hard every year and can survive with food and clothing. When she was six years old, her eldest brother was going to marry a girl from the same village.

Originally, everything was very good, but unfortunately there was no natural disaster, but there was a human disaster, and the eldest sister-in-law who did not pass the door went into the city to buy and never returned. When the family tried their best to hear the news, the girl had been defiled by the official eunuchs, and she died on the street with hatred, and was left in nowhere.

In their small place, there is nowhere to be wronged when such a thing happens. Lu Niang's eldest brother refused to give up, and went to the house to theorize, but his legs were discounted, dragged for several miles and thrown at the corner of the street.

As a result, there is no longer an eldest man in Lu Niang's family. The old father is old, the younger brother is weak, and a good family is in ruins. Her eldest sister had promised someone earlier, and was hurriedly sent over to change the dowry to make ends meet, and the young Lu Niang could not marry, so she was taken away from home by Ya Po in a heart-rending cry.

Nine years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the girl who can only cry has grown up, and among the charming Qinglou dancers, she is almost the most inconspicuous one. She is not very old, but she was born white, has a slender figure, and is docile and easy to get along with.

The kitchen was instructed, and a four-fruit soup was prepared for lunch, which was a good omen of "early birth of a noble son", and steamed eight treasure rice for Lu Niang alone, obviously to give her a decent meal. Mo Yuyuan sent Shui Zhi to leave a message, and asked the kitchen staff to tell her when she delivered the meal, so she didn't have to come forward to thank her.

"The bride is the biggest today, and there is no reason to ask her to run."

At the dinner table, the lord of the Leng Xiang Pavilion scooped the red and dense soup and said to Shen Yuan. The latter raised his slender eyebrows, nodded "um", lowered his head and concentrated on picking the longan in the soup, and sent it to his mouth to chew carefully. The thick flesh bursts between the teeth, the sweet juice splashes in all directions, and the lips and cheeks are fragrant.

She is very sweet and will not skimp on honey when she eats more than half of her diet. It is said that eating sweets can make people happy, and she thinks so. When I was very young, I was a pearl in my palm, but I was lost in the wilderness, and I was covered with dust for a long time, and I finally got comfortable, and I didn't want to taste any more bitterness.

When Mo Yu heard about what happened on the street last night, he ordered the kitchen to pick wolfberry sprouts to make soup, and even today's vegetable side dishes are light in taste. Shen Yuan moved a few chopsticks, feeling that it was okay just to eat, but unfortunately the more he ate, the more tasteless it became, and he unconsciously missed the quiche he disliked last night.

Laugh at...... She laughed in her heart, and turned to dislike herself, at the age of Double Ten, she is still so difficult to serve, I don't know if Mrs. Mo Yu spoiled her, or if she was born like this?

"What's wrong?" Her Lady Moyu looked at her in a daze, and cast a concerned look.

"Oh...... It's okay. She came back to her senses, casually perfunctory, and lowered her head again to pick up the soft peanut kernels in the soup. Auntie, I also want to eat eight-treasure rice. After picking it twice, she suddenly came up with such a sentence.

It's too troublesome to pick it up, so it's better to go straight to a bowl of base, a spoonful of it, full of sweetness.

"If you eat too much sugar, your face won't look good." Mo Qian Mandarin scolded her without being salty, and still asked Shui Zhi to go to the kitchen to make a new hot eight-treasure rice.

Babao rice is nothing unusual, and the recipe is similar everywhere. Glutinous rice mixed with eight kinds of dried fruit preserves, then mixed with delicate red bean paste, add a little cooked oil, patience layer upon layer, accumulative, has been filling the whole bowl, skillfully buckled lightly, moved into the steamer to cook, while it was hot, it was uncovered, and the small pier of the reunion was buckled in the center of the plate.

After the pot should be poured a spoonful of osmanthus nectar, the golden color is accompanied by steaming heat, so that people can move their index fingers at a glance. This eight-treasure rice dish is different, missing the last spoonful of honey, it is still too sweet. The sweet-loving person also cherished her face, pretending not to see the difference, and winked at her adoptive mother as if she were coquettish.

Glutinous rice is not easy to digest, and after lunch, Shen Yuan obediently drank a whole cup of strong fried malt pineapple tea. The burnt aroma is mixed with bitterness and astringency, and half a spoonful of sorbet sugar is not allowed, and the taste is really not flattering. She wrinkled her eyebrows and held her breath as she poured it down. Mo Yuyuan held the curled teapot, smiled and watched her finish drinking the tea, and pushed the small dish containing the honey-fried loquat forward.

"I knew that Madame still loved me." Shen Yuan put down the teacup and pressed the fruit to press the bitterness. It tastes like linden honey, it's not very sweet, and the original taste of loquat is even better.

I am tired of eating the eight-treasure rice that is too sweet, and I have been severely impacted by the impact of the consumption tea, and the new glutinous Pu'er is much smoother, and it is a good after-dinner snack with honey fried. She saw that there was also a plate of red fruits in the corner of the table, and she signed one for herself.

Mo Yu Mandarin had long been accustomed to this little hypocrisy of her adopted daughter, so she didn't hear it, and concentrated on the tea foam in her cup. This child has a sweet tooth since she was a child, and she knows it best. It's just really strange, others will get rich if they eat more sugar and oil, but Shen Yuan has been thin for more than ten years, and he doesn't necessarily have any real flesh and skin when he pinched it.

Then let her be, let her be...... Mo Yu took a sip of tea, dispelling the little worry that had just risen in his heart. A koi fish is painted on the bottom of the bowl, the tea soup is red and bright, and the glutinous aroma is old and smooth, which is only suitable for cooking in the depths of winter.

People who can't help themselves still care about the right time? The lord of the Leng Xiang Pavilion secretly slandered himself, no matter how good the tea is, it is a dead thing, and the so-called inappropriateness is not all decided by the person who makes the tea. Just like being on a ship, no matter how talented a person is, he must be wise and self-preservation, and everything depends on the heart of the person at the helm.

"How did you eat that? Don't you love sour? Mo Yu looked up and was quite surprised to see Shen Yuan's pickled snow fruit.

Shen Yuan just tasted the sour taste of red fruits, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered a little vaguely: "I tasted two in the morning, it's not bad, it's quite sweet." ”

The eyes of the lord of the Leng Xiang Pavilion were meaningful: "That's good, when you get married in the future, you will also make more pickled snow fruits, so that you can eat enough." ”

"I won't marry, I won't marry for the rest of my life." Shen Yuan reacted quickly, pouting and prevaricating. This was not a good remark, and the red fruit seemed to have become tasteless because of this, and she didn't want to move anymore, so she directly pushed the whole plate away.