The ancestors paid attention to health preservation, and this was especially true in the Qing Palace.

Leak the night is quiet, people don't eat.

The fourth elder brother turned over, slightly blaming himself, and closed his eyes again.

Early the next morning, it happened that the Fujin Wulanala clan was about to enter the palace, so they were exempted from the greetings of the backyard Gege.

Ning Ying sat in her room and instructed Ting'er to make a kennel for the little wontons, but Ting'er was crooked.

Qing Yang next to him looked anxious, took the needle and thread and sat down.

After a while, she turned her head to look at the drawing paper next to her—it was her own drawing, and the kennel followed it.

In fact, Ning Ying vacated a suitcase at the beginning.

The suitcase is big and deep, Ning Ying poured it down and put it on the ground, spread a quilt inside, and hung two door curtains at the mouth of the box, wanting to make a home for the little wontons - this kind of closed kennel generally makes the dog feel more secure.

But the little wonton didn't stay in it for a few minutes before it ran out.

The weather is now going into summer, and the little wonton probably doesn't like to be stuffy.

Ning Ying decided to make an open kennel.

Ah, why can't you wear Taobao treasure together! Otherwise, she can choose a lot of dog utensils on Taobao in minutes and be a qualified shovel officer.

The kennel was quickly made - sewn from the fabric of old sheets, and it was very colorful and joyful to look at.

It is stuffed with cotton, one side high and the other low, forming the shape of a backrest, soft, afraid that the small wontons will be hot, and an old mat cut out is also spread on the top.

I love the little ravioli!

Jumping up with a flick of its little tail, it turned around and grinned at Ning Ying, with a smug look on its face: Look, this dog has a house!

Then he tossed for a while with joy, and after consuming too many calories, his puppy was hungry again......

Before the crossing, although Ning Ying had not really been a shovel officer, she had also seen a lot of watching the fruit shop owner take care of Wang Xingren, and knew what dogs could and couldn't eat.

As the saying goes—if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?

Ning Ying knows that many dogs prefer to eat dog food cooked at home compared to the dog food they bought.

When it was almost noon, Qing Yang took Ting'er back with the meal: a plate of carrots was clean, cut from the middle, steamed until soft and soft, with a sweet taste, and some braised pork.

Ning Ying is made of local materials.

After all, she used to be a master chef after all, and she had a good number of dishes, and after choosing the right amount of various dishes, plus a little egg yolk and marinade, it was quickly mixed into fragrant dog rice.

Putting it in front of the little wonton, the little wonton smelled the smell, his eyes widened, and suddenly his whole little head was about to sink into the bottom of the bowl.

Ning Ying looked at it while reaching out to touch its little head, and sighed, "How long has this been hungry!" ”

The little wonton didn't understand, but raised his head from time to time, spit out his little pink tongue, and licked Ning Ying's hand gratefully: "Wang~!" ”

It's nice to have a host! (*^▽^*)

After feeding the little wontons, the spring sun outside was just right, and Ning Ying asked the slave to carry the little dog kennel to the porch, which happened to have shade on one side and the other half could bask in the sun.

Seeing the little wonton lying on the steps, dangling its two little paws, basking in the sun happily, Ning Ying returned to the room, told Qing Yang to close the door, and began to settle accounts.

Now in this situation in the house, Qingyang goes to the dining room every time she eats, as long as she wants to eat better, she always has to pay some money, plus the chicken soup wonton incident, there are more places where she has to use silver money to avoid lightning.

Although the people in the dining room did not dare to open their mouths, after all, people eat whole grains and three meals a day, and none of them is indispensable - accumulate a lot, calculate carefully - and make a considerable amount of silver taels.

Only out, not in, this is not good!

Qingyang bent over, and snorted out an old abacus from under the wardrobe, the frame wood grain is fine and straight, the whole body is yellow-brown, the beads are jujube red, delicate and oily, and it has been some years since I looked at it.

It is estimated that it was brought out from the original owner's maiden home.

Qing Yang calculated, according to the current example of Fuli Gege, even if he pasted his mother's private money, so that the money for the dining room would last for half a year at most.

Holding the abacus, Qingyang frowned sadly.

……

The spring sun was warm, and there was a faint sound of turning the abacus beads in the courtyard, and there was no other movement.

The little wonton was full, and ran around the yard wagging its tail, and the minions of the other house heard that it was the dog that Ningge had picked up, so they didn't care about it.

So the little wonton took advantage of Ning Ying's settling accounts with Qing Yang in the back room, flicked his tail and rushed out of the courtyard gate, happily going to the back garden.

By the lotus pond, in a pavilion, the fourth elder brother Yinzhen was sitting in the pavilion, reading a political treatise comfortably.

The sky was blue.

He was wearing a thin summer dress, Su Peisheng stood next to him, fanning the fourth elder brother with his own hands, and stared at the fourth elder brother's side face several times while beating.

The fourth elder brother has been an idea since he was a child, and now he has grown up, and he has opened a mansion out of the palace, although he is still a young man, but his mind is becoming more and more difficult to figure out, a pair of frost-like eyes are sharp on weekdays, and when he looks at people, he is so calm that he seems to have seen people's hearts and lungs.

The fourth elder brother was reading and reading, and there was a little white dog lying at his feet.

This little white dog is called Ink Marks, because it is snow-white, only the side of the nose is black, crooked, not very neat, it looks like the ink marks left on snow-white rice paper, hence the name.

It stands to reason that a puppy with such a coat color would not have come to the prince's side, but the ink marks are different - this is the descendant of the puppy raised in the palace of Emperor Tong Jia's concubine back then, and now it has been some time with the fourth elder brother.

Ink Marks lay on its stomach for a long time, and seemed to be a little bored, it flicked its tail, stood up, looked around, and walked to the side of the pavilion in a leisurely stroll.

Seeing this, the little eunuch who watched the dog called in a low voice.

Ink Marks didn't take a few steps before he lay down on the edge of the gazebo in a relaxed manner.

The little eunuch was relieved, turned his head and continued to fan the fourth elder brother.

Inkmark looked at the scenery boredly for a while, and a pink butterfly flew past its nose, and tickled on the tuft of black hair on the tip of Inkmark's nose.

Inkmark was a little angry, and he jumped up, stretched out his little furry paws to pounce on the pink butterfly.

The pink butterfly flapped its wings and flew away nimbly, fluttering among the flowers.

Moji glanced back at the fourth elder brother and saw that several people were facing away from him, so he wagged his little tail and came down the steps with a snort and jumped into the flowers.

The butterfly flew in front of it, hovering high and low, and the ink mark was inadvertently lured by it to the depths of the back garden, running farther and farther.

On the other side of the garden, the little wonton was happily chasing its tail in the sun, when it suddenly heard movement, and it raised its head vigilantly, and its little nose sniffed, as if it smelled a trace of the same kind.