In the lock spring curie, there are four or five exquisite home-cooked side dishes on the small table of the Eight Immortals, a bowl of ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup, a plate of fish-flavored pigeon eggs, and vegetarian fried golden cauliflower that cannot be eaten in this season, and tender lettuce.

Aunt Chen took small sips, while quietly listening to Rong Zheng's words, suddenly her hand shook when she clamped the pigeon egg, and the pigeon egg fell on the table, Qiao'er immediately stepped forward and served it in another blue and white bowl.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Rong Zheng handed her the spoon in the celadon plate.

Aunt Chen scooped a pigeon egg with a spoon and sent it to Rong Zheng, "Since the last time your fourth sister reminded you not to sit with Princess Rui, you should know that this girl is a clever girl, just like this ball, slippery, she asked you to go and complain to your grandmother, begging her to put pressure on your wife to take the garden."

"The Concubine's Back House" Chapter 33: Blame is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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