Shao Qingxin said, impossible, it can't be him.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yao Niangzi, I don't know that this Zhao Wenxuan Zhao Gong is the ...... of the Lady's Mansion."

"Oh, it's an old friend of my grandfather when he was in Qinzhou." Yao Huan's nonsense came naturally, and he couldn't help laughing at himself, but in three or four days, he had perfectly substituted himself as a girl from the Yao family.

Shao Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it's not.

He didn't have to speak, and went to see Meituan diligently dissecting chicken feet, and after only looking at it for a moment, he shook his head gently.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools." Shao Qing said, stretched out his hand to check it slightly in the medicine box, took out the moon-white silk bag, and when he opened it, the cold light flickered, and he was amazed by a lancet.

"I am tired of raising my mother (commonly known as a maidservant) to give a scoop of water, and I have to wash my hands and knives below, and I will also come to debone this chicken feet."

Meituan grinned, and Ma Yoer jumped to the corner of the courtyard and brought half a copper basin of water.

Shao Qing drenched the knife clean, and bothered Meituan to rush his hands for himself.

Yao Huan straightened his waist, stretched his neck slightly, and couldn't help but peek at this Shao Langzhong's hands.

The ten fingers are straight and slender, although they are obviously male hands, the bones are thick, and the green tendons are distinct, but they can be called white, and they are wrapped in golden outlines by the near-afternoon sun, which is really beautiful.

After washing his hands, Shao Qing took a chicken claw in his left hand, held a knife in his right hand, and stabbed it into the meat pad in the center of the chicken palm.

"Ku Ding Jieniu, follow the trend, you have to debone the chicken feet, the same reason. As long as you have a good knife, no matter how small the claws are, it is not difficult to break the tendons of each phalange. And as soon as the tendons are broken, the big and small bones are loosely pulled, and they come out, you see......"

Shao Qing explained while carrying the knife, his wrist was only slightly twisted, but it was like carving jade embroidery, and he took a moment to remove a pair of chicken claw bones from the branches.

Meituan came over, looked stunned, and said for a while: "God, Mr. Shao's hands are even more clever than a woman." ”

Yao Huan's expression was not so exaggerated, but he was also amazed in his heart. From the beautiful appearance of these hands, to the strength and dexterity of the shot, the visual impact brought by it is really not inferior to watching a modern surgeon perform surgery.

Thinking of these hands, Yao Huan blushed when he had touched his injured forehead by the Bianhe River.

However, Yao Huan soon became interested in the lancet used by Shao Qing.

It was much smaller than an ordinary dagger, but its blade was cold, like a small white fish with silver scales reflecting the sun, flying between Shao Qing's palms.

"Mr. Shao, can I take a look at your knife?" Yao Huan asked inquiringly.

Unexpectedly, Shao Qing was even more refreshing: "This knife is given to Yao Niangzi, and there are a few more in the next house." ”

He handed it to Yao Huan and added softly, "Beware".

Yao Huan took it, studied it carefully, and saw that although the blade was narrow, it was covered with faint patterns, and he couldn't help but touch those lines with his hands, while admiring: "It's really different from ordinary knives." ”

"This is the Western Regions iron, so the pattern is unique." Shao Qing explained, but he didn't want to go deeper, and got up to look at the fish pond in the courtyard of the Shen family.

A crayfish was lying on the rubble in the pool, waving its tongs at Shao Qing.

This time it was Shao Qing's turn.

"How did you raise the mole crickets and shrimp of Northern Liao?"

Meituan said with a smile: "Mole crayfish are in the sea, how can they be raised in the river water, this is the crayfish raised by my little lady." ”

"Crayfish?" Shao Qing snorted and learned his tongue.

Yao Huan turned his face and said in a casual tone: "Mr. Shao has never seen it?" ”

Shao Qing shook his head.

Yao Huan said in his heart, it seems that there is no A side B in history, and in this land of this era, there should be no crayfish.

On the other hand, Shao Qing is actually not dead. After several rounds of coming and going, he kept observing Yao Huan quietly, trying to figure out why this girl felt so different from what he remembered today.

The girl of the Yao family, who had hurriedly met before, was like a fragile glass flower, and like an ethereal fog, the fragility that was out of step with the bustling street market, and the sadness that was incommensurate with her age, with her calm gaze, slender figure, and plain skirt, she escaped.

In those few moments, Shao Qing began to understand what was so good about the words sung by the Song people.

Shao Qing didn't have the slightest guilt of a man suddenly falling into lovesickness, his background, his past, what he was looking for, and the future he was going to go to seemed to be shallow.

In his mind, he only repeatedly longed for the picture of holding her hand, in Xianglan, in Hongqiao, in Kaifeng City, and even thousands of miles away......

He asked someone to inquire, and his subordinates reported the situation of the Yao family, Shao Qing was still thinking that after she finished her father's funeral, she would find an official media lady to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, the official media ladies were all well-informed, and when they heard Shao Qingti's woman, they smiled and said, "I have already promised my mother-in-law."

That day, Shao Qing came back, sat in the private school that had been running for more than half a year and could make himself look like an ordinary teacher in Kaifeng City, and replaced the tea he drank on weekdays with wine, and slowly drank until the sunset.

Regardless of tea and wine, it seems to be useless in untying the knot.

inquired about the date of the Zeng family's personal greeting, Shao Qing still went to see it. The weather is very good, the Bianhe River is lively like a huge hornet's nest, and the joy of the wedding team is blowing and drumming, as if adding another firewood to this liveliness.

The wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling.

Shao Qing, who silently followed the convoy, was sighing at this sentence when the figure in the green wedding dress jumped off the float and hit the pillar where he stopped......

Shao Qing only learned that the girl of the Yao family had always had a lover, and it was so unforgettable.

He had mixed feelings for a moment.

This woman is so determined, so even if she had proposed earlier, there would have been no result. But Shao Qing's heart was like a stone falling to the ground, which at least showed that she would not belong to him, nor would she belong to other men.

At this moment, Shao Qing seemed to understand a little bit about what was strange about Yao Niangzi in front of him.

The bleakness of the blue and cold plum is gone, and her eyes are more childish joy, and the interest in curiosity about everything.

She was so fast, as if she had broken free from the misery of fate, as if she had changed into a different person?

Is it because there is finally a powerful person like Zhang Jie who awarded her a protective chastity archway, and a woman like her who lives like an ant will not live in fear anymore?

Meituan muttered while picking the chicken paws, this Shao Langzhong, the apricot peel water in the bowl is almost drunk, but he has no intention of saying goodbye. He's not here to ask for medical care, is he?

I only heard Yao Huan say: "Meituan, there is a way to repay the peach, we have Mr. Shao's knife, we have to invite Mr. to eat a bowl of soup cakes." cough, no, Mr. Shao's knife is not ordinary, but he only exchanged it for a bowl of soup cakes in my family, how can this be a peach in return, it is clearly a vote for Qiong Yao and a papaya. ”

Yao Huan said naughty jokes, and without waiting for Shao Qing and Meituan to talk, he said "I'll cook" again and walked to the stove.

She had a stove today, smooth sailing, and got a fragrant pot of soup made from a large pot of local chicken feet, and the excitement of cooking in her previous life was emerging, and she must be satisfied.

Behind him, only Shao Qingyue's mellow voice said: "Then there is Lao Niangzi." ”