Tong Qingyan turned over several times in the bed, sleepy and unable to sleep, very uncomfortable.

Someone got nervous in the middle of the night and ran to pull himself to watch the stars at night.

Although the starry sky in this world is indeed very beautiful, Tong Qingyan was not blessed to see it every day in her previous life, but sitting on the roof and watching the starry sky at night without sleeping at night in this season is not romantic at all, and even very stupid.

Song Zhan practiced martial arts every day to strengthen his body, and the cold that had not come for a long time this year made him very useful, and it was not until Tong Qingyan sneezed three times in a row that he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Song Zhan wanted to wake up Feiyan or Feicui and cook a bowl of hot and spicy ginger soup, but was stopped by Tong Qingyan's horizontal eyebrows.

"You're not ashamed, I'm ashamed, I don't sleep at night and make me sick, and everyone knows about it? Roll over and cook the ginger soup, I'll go back to the house and wait. ”

After leaving the conversation, Qingyan entered the house and was wrapped in a thin chicken pecking rice, Song Zhan touched his head in the dark night, and wanted to ask how to cook ginger soup, but he was afraid of being scolded, so he went to the small kitchen.

Xiao Bai stared at the direction Song Zhan left with black and shiny dog eyes, hesitated for a moment and got up from the dog house.

According to my memory, there is a place where there is delicious boiled beef, and you may be able to find something to eat if you follow it.

Song Zhan looked at the neatly stacked ingredient shelves, easily found a piece of old ginger, and got brown sugar from the spice rack on the other side, the boiling water in the stove was always prepared, Song Zhan suddenly felt bursting with self-confidence.

I recalled that the ginger soup I drank was only soup without ginger, which should have been cooked and only scooped up, and the ginger was left in the pot.

Washed the old ginger and threw it into the boiling water, poured two spoonfuls of brown sugar, Song Zhan hesitated with the third spoonful of brown sugar, as if Tong Qingyan liked sweets a little bit more than herself, she felt that one spoonful was enough, and her two spoonfuls should be enough, so she put down the third spoonful of brown sugar after thinking so.

Seeing that the whole piece of ginger in the brown sugar rose and fell five or six times with the boiling blister, Song Zhan took out a clean soup bowl, put a bowl of ginger soup on the food plate and prepared to send it to Tong Qingyan, but a round roadblock dog appeared at the kitchen door.

"Wang—"

Xiao Bai tilted his head and shrugged his nose, judging that the beef on the plate that Song Zhan was holding was not his favorite beef, but the taste was a little familiar, and it was a little different from the taste in his impression.

"Get out of the way, this is for your master."

For the guy who often makes boiled beef and egg crisps for himself?

Xiaobai's eyes lit up suddenly, and those who are dogs should know how to repay Entu, in exchange for more beef and egg crisps, this bowl of things is not good.

"Woohoo!"

Xiaobai grabbed Song Zhan's trouser leg and pulled the person straight to the ingredient shelf.

"What are you doing, I cooked it so hard, don't spill it on me!"

Song Zhan didn't know what kind of madness Xiaobai was making, so he just stopped him from leaving, so he had to put down the tray and see what he wanted.

Xiao Bai paced back and forth between the ingredient shelf and the seasoning shelf, and shouted at Song Zhan twice.

Song Zhan stood up and walked in front of Xiao Bai, squatted down to be level with him, and looked at him in the line of sight, it was the basket where he took Lao Jiang.

Song Zhan stood up for some reason, took out another piece of old ginger, put it to his nose and smelled it.

"That's right, it's the smell of ginger, and there's nothing to be done, Xiaobai, you want to say it...... Whew-"

Song Zhangang turned his head to look at Xiaobai, and saw that the dog was holding a kitchen knife in his mouth.

"You mean this ginger is going to be cut?"

"Wow!"

Song Zhan inexplicably believed Xiaobai, cleaned the old ginger and kitchen knife, and just wanted to throw the ginger off the pot after cutting the ginger into pieces, he found that Xiaobai was still staring at himself with burning eyes, and continued to cut it resignedly, and finally changed it to chop, until the ginger was chopped into the end, Xiaobai took a step back.

Smelling the hot and spicy ginger smell wrapped in the water vapor, Song Zhan couldn't help but sneeze.

When putting brown sugar, he put four spoonfuls according to Xiaobai's instructions, and after boiling for a while, Xiaobai brought a colander again, this time Song Zhan knew that he should filter the ginger powder, and with a newly made bowl of ginger soup, Song Zhan poured the previous bowl into the grass in the courtyard and destroyed the corpse.

When Tong Qingyan smelled the familiar smell of ginger soup, her brain was not fully clear, and she called out softly and glutinously, so she stretched out her hand from the quilt to pick up the ginger soup bowl, and waved it up and down without touching the edge of the bowl, only to look up, only to see Song Zhan's expression of being struck by lightning.

"Huh? It's you. ”

"You just called me...... Mother?! ”

"Oh, I was dazed, smelled the ginger soup and thought it was cooked by my mother, and I habitually shouted."

Tong Qingyan took the ginger soup and drank two sips while it was hot, only then did she smack her mouth and say in hindsight.

"You cooked this? The taste is exactly the same as my mother's cooking, it's delicious! ”

The corners of Song Zhan's lips trembled, and finally it went up, sure enough, it was wise to pour out the bowl, otherwise if it was spread, the dignified prince of Huai Wang would not be as good as a dog who would please his daughter-in-law, then this face would be smashed into the cracks of the ground.

Tong Qingyan only slept for more than an hour and woke up, still wanting to sleep for a while but really couldn't fall asleep anymore, and was uncomfortable, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open.

"County Lord, someone has come to the palace, the queen wants to see you and summons you to the palace."

Tong Qingyan resigned herself to her fate and got up from the bed, and the four of them helped her freshen up and dress up, and hurriedly took a few flower rolls and went out.

Honglian watched Tong Mansion prepare Tong Qingyan's county lord's carriage, and Tong Qingyan also happened to walk to the gate.

Tong Qingyan blinked her eyes and looked at Zhou He who was standing by the carriage, and then looked at Honglian, who made a gesture to invite Tong Qingyan to get into the carriage.

"Niangniang misses the county lord and summons the county lord into the palace to reminisce about the past, but I didn't expect the county lord to be so filial and sensible, and even brought the famous Dr. Zhou into the palace to give the mother a safe pulse, this pure filial piety and thoughtfulness is really rare."

"Yanyang's filial piety to the queen should be shared, and she can't afford to be praised by Aunt Honglian."

Honglian smiled and bowed in return, it is easy to talk to smart people, what should be asked and what should not be asked are held in the heart, and if the calculation is clear, he will not say anything, and if the calculation is not clear, he will simply go downhill and never say much.

Zhou He got into the carriage after Tong Qingyan, and as soon as he sat in, he took Tong Qingyan's hand and began to take the pulse.

"I didn't sleep well and suffered from the wind, and I went to be a thief at night?"

Tong Qingyan rolled her eyes silently, took out the sweetest pastries from the drawer, and began to eat them, every time she felt unwell, she wanted to eat something sweet.

"Do you eat?"

Tong Qingyan pushed the flower roll in front of Zhou He, Zhou He wanted to refuse, but he always felt that eating a little girl's things was a bit faceless, but smelling the scallion oil of the flower roll, Zhou He changed his mind.