The cook of Duanjing Houfu knew that the future hostess accompanied the little marquis to lunch, so he tried his best to make a table of sumptuous medicinal food.

Although Ling Hua was not full of praise, she looked satisfied with her food, and she was still happy with the feast.

After eating, Duanyang came to put the medicine of the sugar cube, Yan took a sip, still frowning, "The sugar cube is less." ”

Duanyang was helpless, "Put five pieces." ”

"Not enough."

Duanyang looked at Ling Hua.

Ling Hua actually felt that five pieces were a lot, and she asked Yan Qing tentatively, "Can I taste it?" ”

Someone at the banquet was eager to drink medicine for him, "Yes." ”

Ling Hua picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and fell silent.

"Isn't it bitter?" Yan Qing looked at her and asked.

Ling Hua is not a person who can't say anything against her conscience, and she nodded affirmatively at the gaze of the banquet that needs people's approval, "Yes, it's very bitter." ”

Yan Qing turned to Duanyang with a face, "Look, it's really bitter, you have a look of less sugar cubes." With a straight face, he ordered, "Don't go quickly, bring the candy cube again, and put it until it is not bitter." ”

Duanyang: "......"

The kitchen gave Xiao Hou Ye a good medicine, he poured it out and tasted it, put down five pieces of sugar, it was really not bitter.

She looked at Ling Hua.

Ling Hua winked at him.

Duanyang was speechless, yes, Miss Ling was coaxing the little marquis again, he turned around and went to get a plate of sugar cubes again, and put it in front of Yan Qing, very helpless, "Little marquis, look at yourself and put it yourself!" ”

Yan Qing picked up the dishes and poured them all into the medicine bowl.

Ling Hua's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly stopped him, "It's really not good to eat too much and be too sweet, it's easy to get sweet mouth disease, do you know what sweet mouth disease is?" In the future, you can't eat anything sweet, and as long as you eat it, you will feel uncomfortable. ”

"For example?"

Ling Hua glanced out, the grapes on the grape trellis were growing happily, and she said seriously, "For example, grapes, such sweet grapes, you don't want to be unable to eat them in the future, right?" ”

"So, according to you, there's nothing wrong with suffering a little?"

Ling Hua nodded, "Theoretically, that's true. ”

Yan snorted lightly, put down the plate, and looked at Ling Hua like an uncle, with a look that was not easy to provoke, "Do you really feel bitter about this medicine?" ”

Ling Thrush's heart jumped, thinking that Yan Qing had been used to grabbing her pigtails since yesterday, and it was really not easy for her.

She sighed, "If you feel bitter, I will feel bitter." ”

Banquet light: "......"

His fiancée is really not human!

Qin Huan said honestly and did not deceive him.

He snorted and drove away, "You go back!" ”

Ling Hua: "......"

Chase her again?

She tried to redeem herself, "We agreed yesterday, and today I will talk to you and make you clothes by the way." It's good to say something, but it's not good to regret it, right? ”

Without waiting for Yan to speak, Ling Hua said again, "We talked about a matter yesterday, and when you recover from your injuries, I will take you to Qiyun Mountain and brew a kind of wine for you." ”

Banquet light: "......"

What she meant was that you would have to regret both of these things? If she repents, she doesn't have to make her clothes, and she doesn't have to brew wine.

Naturally, he still wanted to go to Qiyun Mountain to drink the wine brewed by Ling Hua, a wine that was more complicated than the winemaking process of Begonia drunk, and he still wanted to drink it.

He turned his face away, "Oh, I don't have a good memory, but fortunately you reminded me, so you can stay!" ”

Ling Hua smiled secretly, "Well, then I'll do it for you now?" ”

Yan nodded lightly.

Ling Hua looked at the medicine bowl, "Then you drink the medicine first, and then, I'll measure you." ”

After speaking, she naturally handed the plate of sugar cubes to Duanyang in front of Yan Qing and withdrew.

Yan Qing looked at the sugar cube that had been taken away, glared at Duanyang fiercely, picked up the medicine bowl and drank the soup. After he finished drinking, Ling Hua immediately handed him a candy cube to his mouth.

The sugar cube entered his mouth, dispelling the bitterness, and Yan raised his eyebrows.

Ling Hua smiled at him, "I just secretly left a piece for you." ”

The banquet was smooth, and I felt that this fiancée was not so bad, and she had a lot of eyes, so she could still be rescued.

The housekeeper took the cloth and gold embroidery thread sent by Ling Hua to Duanjing Houfu yesterday, and there were two boxes of them and put them on the ground.

When the box was opened, the fabric inside was shining, and the gold embroidery thread dazzled the blind eye.

Yan lightly opened his eyes, still the same as yesterday, and also had a little eye pain.

Ling Hua placed the ten pieces of cloth on the clean table one by one, turned around and said to Yan Qing with a smile, "Look at the ten pieces of cloth I chose for you, do you have anything you don't like?" If you don't like it, don't do it. ”

Yan reluctantly turned his head to glance at it, and said without any aesthetics, "Whatever." ”

His mother gave birth to him and died in childbirth, his grandmother went when he was three years old, there were no two hostesses in Duanjing Houfu, his grandfather and father did not renew the strings, and there was no concubine at all, so that he grew up with two men from childhood to adulthood, and there was a lack of aesthetics, especially clothes and jewelry, etc., he never only distinguished whether his eyes hurt or not, which was equal to whether he could use it or not.

His eyes hurt when the gold thread was shaking, and he was put in the past, which was classified as not being able to use that one. These fabrics, which don't hurt his eyes, are classified as the ones that can be used.

Ling Hua glanced at him, pulled his sleeve with a smile, and pointed to the best moon color, "Look, this cloth looks like the moon and flowing water, looking at it during the day, the light flows, and at night, it looks like a galaxy of shadows." This year's new fabric, the process is very complicated, a piece of cloth out of two months of effort, the whole world, now in my hand, I brought it to you. ”

Yan Qing listened to the housekeeper and Duanyang talk about Yue Huacai, originally when he listened to the housekeeper, he didn't feel anything, at this time Ling Hua specially pointed out to him, ten pieces of cloth put together, it alone highlighted the difference of this cloth, and compared Tianyun Jin and Agarwood Forging.

He nodded, "Well, yes, why didn't you make clothes for yourself?" ”

He took a rare look at Ling Hua's clothes, thinking that if she wore them, she would look good.

Ling Hua smiled at him, "If you have such a good thing, of course I will give it to you first." ”

Yan looked at her lightly, "You please me?" ”

Ling Hua admitted, "If you marry me, I have to thank you, naturally there are good things for you to use." ”

Yan chuckled, "What about you?" Aren't all women beauty-loving? ”

Ling Hua blinked, "When you think I'm good, you can also choose for me, although women love beauty, but they are also women who please themselves, you don't think I'm good now, it doesn't matter what I wear." ”

The implication is that if he doesn't look at her beauty and harmony, no matter how beautiful the clothes she wears, it is useless.

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, "Isn't it to measure the size?" ”

Ling Hua smiled and nodded, took a ruler, and approached Yan Qing, she didn't deliberately take advantage of it, but quickly went up and down to give Yan a light weight, and then, pulled out a booklet from the box, "You come and see, what style of clothes you like, I will cut it for you according to what style." ”

"Whatever." Yan Qing is still the same sentence.

Ling Hua tugged at his sleeve, "It's nothing to do left and right, look at it, such a good material, if I don't choose a good style, you don't like it, if you don't wear it, put it on the shelf, wouldn't it be in vain to waste my hard work, I will die of sadness, when I am sad, the wine brewed is bitter wine, not delicious." ”

Yan Qing heard this, is it okay? He doesn't like to drink bitter things the most, whether it's medicine or wine, it's absolutely not good.

So, he quieted down and let Ling Hua pull him to choose a style.

After reading an album unconsciously, Yan Qing didn't choose a reason, but he had a good memory, but he remembered the styles of all the men's clothes in the album, and asked a question, "Why is the style of your clothes different from the styles worn by people outside?" ”

Although he doesn't understand aesthetics, he still knows what kind of clothes ordinary men wear, and there are absolutely no such tricks, most of them are women's clothes.

Ling Hua pursed his lips and smiled, "This is the album I painted especially for you, in the future, I will paint your clothes and styles by me, and I will make it for you myself, so that you will definitely wear it out and be different from others." ”

Yan Qing didn't understand very well, "What's the use of being different from others?" ”

"Dress well, make others envious and jealous." Ling Hua said the benefits, "Think about it, do you all like to compare in your circle, what good things do you have, and others are envious and jealous?" Take the sweaty BMW as an example, are they extremely envious and jealous? When you look at them around you, are you secretly proud? ”

Banquet light: "......"

It seems to be!

He agreed, "Okay, I'll do as you say." ”

Ling Hua asked him for his opinion, "How is this style?" This is my favorite style, this piece of moon color, just do this style, and then embroider the flowing water auspicious cloud pattern for you, make sure others see it, ask if you want one. ”

Yan nodded lightly, "Okay." ”

So, Ling Hua put away the style, took the scissors, and began to cut the clothes according to the measured size, she moved neatly, and her hands were delicate, and she cut it in three or two clicks, and then found a needle and thread, and sat on the chair to sew it.

Yan Qing hadn't seen anyone make clothes yet, so she sat on the side and looked at her.