Ye Zichuan, who was still a little worried, couldn't help but laugh when Meng Wei said this, stretched out the hand that wanted to caress her head, curled up slightly, retracted half of his strength, and knocked Meng Wei's head as before: "It seems that you have read the books in vain these days, and you have only heard the tears flowing, didn't you create this blood and tears?" ”

"Little Hou Ye, even if the slave doesn't read as much as you, but you also know that the snot and tears of others are described in a snot and tears, how can the slave and the maid say that she is also a woman, isn't it ugly that even the tears come out? So didn't the slave create a word of her own? ”

This time, the 'chestnut' did not hurt, which made Meng Wei breathe a sigh of relief, after saying such a word, the sore feeling of the nose being hit was much better, Meng Wei withdrew her hand, the reddish tip of the nose was round and lovely, and the grape-like eyes were wet with water vapor, making her standing in front of Ye Zichuan more and more petite.

Ye Zichuan's heart was like a stone thrown from someone on the surface of a calm lake, breaking the calm, and the waves rippled slightly.

Sensing this strange feeling in his heart, Ye Zichuan didn't care, and pulled Meng Wei to sit on the stool he was sitting on just now, he noticed that Meng Wei was panting slightly on tiptoe before, and his breathing was still a little short.

"I've been sitting for a long time, I'm a little tired, your knowledge still needs to be improved, what books are you going to read this time?"

"The book at the top of the shelf is called 'Porcelain Painting.'"

Following the direction Meng Wei pointed, Ye Zichuan's gaze quickly swept over her white and delicate fingers and looked at the book.

The top floor of the bookshelf is indeed tall for Meng Wei, a child, but it is difficult for Ye Zichuan.

took out the book that Meng Wei indicated to read, Ye Zichuan did not hand it to her directly, but then flipped through it, and saw that what was written in the book was generally to teach people how to choose the most suitable paint tools, and how to draw the most exquisite color painting patterns, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You like to draw?" ”

It's not that Ye Zichuan asked knowingly, but during this period of time, Meng Wei has never painted at all except for serving him for dinner or reading and reading, whether it is his room or study or the porcelain placed in the Hou Mansion, Meng Wei can not squint when she passes by, as if some precious porcelain is just a dead thing in her opinion, without any attraction.

So why did Meng Wei suddenly become interested in this painting?

Is it because you want to learn to paint, or because you are interested in porcelain, or do you want to apply those painting skills to the food and make the food more beautifully presented?

Meng Wei didn't know that in just a moment, someone had made up so much in her brain, looked at the book and subconsciously nodded and shook her head: "The slave is not interested in porcelain and painting, and she doesn't have that talent, the slave just wants to see what the pigments for painting porcelain are." ”

"What if you got it?"

Meng Wei stared straight at the book in Ye Zichuan's hand, and saw that the other party didn't mean to hand it to her at all, so she was a little helpless and said: "The slave maid just heard that the Hou Mansion bought three points more ice cubes this year than in previous years, but because the slave maid has used too many ice cubes in recent days, the ice cubes are not enough, and there is no one to sell outside, the slave and maid are afraid that the ice cubes will run out and the master will be hot, and she doesn't want to involve the housekeeper because of this matter, so she wants to try if she can make some ice cubes." ”

"Can you still make ice cubes?"

Ye Zichuan was even more unbelievable, he had only heard of ice cubes in winter, even if you want water to freeze in winter, you have to be in an extremely cold situation, how can you listen to Meng Wei's meaning that this ice cube is as easy as making food?

He was thinking that his idea was a bit absurd, but he didn't want Meng Wei to really nod seriously: "The slave maid heard it before, saying that it is a kind of thing that can be made into ice cubes as long as water is added, and this thing is usually used as a pigment for porcelain painting, and the slave maid doesn't remember the name for a while, so I want to look at what is written in the book to make sure." ”

"And this? That's a lot of fun. ”

Ye Zichuan couldn't help but be interested when he heard this, if it weren't for Meng Wei, he would have thought that others thought he was really so easy to fool.

In view of his trust in Meng Wei over the past few days, Ye Zichuan handed the book over: "Then look, I also want to see how water turns into ice on such a hot day." ”

"It's better not to believe too much, the slave maid just heard what others said, and she has the right to experiment, and I don't know if this method will work."

"You can rest assured, whether it is successful or not, the master will not blame you, if it is not successful, you should expose the lie that told you that person, if it is successful, you will save a lot of silver for the Hou Mansion in the future, but you will be rewarded heavily."

Meng Wei just wanted 'not guilty of failure', but she didn't expect that there would be a reward for this verbal promise, and she had to say that it was an unexpected joy: "The slave maid thanked the little marquis Mingjian first." ”

After getting the promise, Meng Wei didn't talk nonsense at the moment, opened the book, swept through the somewhat unfamiliar capitals and obscure sentences on it line by line, and focused on finding the words she was familiar with.

After looking for several pages in a row, Meng Wei was stunned that there was a thin layer of sweat in the study where a lot of ice cubes were placed around, but she only looked down and couldn't even wipe the sweat.

Ye Zichuan couldn't see Meng Wei's expression at this time standing on the side, he could only see the side hanging his head and looking at the book in his hand, revealing his fair neck, which made him look thinner.

He hadn't paid attention to other women before, and he didn't know if they were all as white as Meng Wei looked, and for no reason he thought of Meng Wei's equally white but somewhat fleshy palm, which made him feel a little irritable for a while: "Forget it, don't look for it if you can't find it, it's not good that person is lying to you, how can this porcelain painted paint turn water into ice?" ”

As soon as Ye Zichuan stretched out his hand, Meng Wei was more direct, holding the book and directly turning around to avoid the big hand that came out, and said in a pleading tone without raising his head: "Little Hou Ye, wait, let the slave and maid take a look, it'll be fine for a while." ”

Meng Wei didn't take Ye Zichuan's words to heart, in modern times, there are refrigerators and freezers, and you need ice cubes to fill water directly and put it in for a few hours to become ice, so she has only heard of this method, but she has not practiced it.

As for the so-called person who told her this, Ye Zichuan could not believe it, but she believed it, just because that 'person' was Du Niang, who went back to ask for help when many people encountered problems.

Although in modern gossip, people can't tell the truth from the fake, but some of the news that has entered the encyclopedia and certification is still worth believing.

However, she didn't know the words of the prayer just now, and when she heard it, she became coquettish in Ye Zichuan's ears, so he couldn't help but withdraw his hand, lightly hooked the corners of his lips and leaned against Meng Wei's stool, silently watching Meng Wei and his line pass quickly.

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