There is nothing unusual about the headband, it is Chu Ling's own headband.

Just the way this hair is tied......

The big bow at the back, although it is very beautiful, is obviously not Chu Ling's own technique.

"Your Highness, your headband ......"

"Huh?" Chu Ling stretched out his hand and touched it, the hairband was soft to the touch, and he outlined the shape with his fingertips, Chu Ling immediately understood what was going on with Lin Mu's expression, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and Chu Ling asked, "Isn't it good-looking?" ”

Lin Mu shook his head, and his gaze stopped again.

The ink-colored hair was tied behind him, Chu Ling turned his face, the ink made his skin as white as snow, and his eyebrows and eyes were all exquisite.

It is said that Shen Guifei is beautiful, and Chu has heard it all over it.

It's just that Shen Guifei is famous, and His Royal Highness's fate is also full of twists and turns.

Lin Mu had been in the palace for a long time, and at that time, Chu Ling was only seven or eight years old, but he was much more mature than the princes around him, and he studied things that were not suitable for his age all day long.

Didn't Chu Ling ever be innocent?

Yes.

It's just that I haven't seen it for a long, long time.

What is manifested is nothing but an illusion on the skin.

Your Highness is really, too bitter.

Lin Mu sighed inwardly and left quietly.

......

At night, the ginger rolls help Mama cook together, Mama is old, and sometimes she will inevitably get confused when cooking, either she puts more salt or no salt.

Jiang Juan is extraordinarily focused, and will always remind Mama at the right time.

Although Mama said that she couldn't eat the dead, she still listened to her words with a smile.

The dishes are pretty much the same as usual.

Jiang Juan remembered the sad look of Yang Die and the others when they ate before, and said to Mama, "Mama, let's make a farewell dish today, right?" ”

Mama glared: "What other dishes do you make, this dish is enough to eat." ”

The little girl winked at her, soft and cute.

Mama had actually thought about it a long time ago, but it was too troublesome, and there was ginger rolls on the side to help at this time, Mama pretended to be very embarrassed, and then compromised: "Okay, let's make an exception today." ”

It's said to be another dish, but it's actually a dessert.

The materials were insufficient, so the ginger roll used flour, glutinous rice, and some dates to make a very simple small ball.

When it was time to eat, she sat with Yang Die and the others with a bowl.

When the dishes were served, Yang Die and the others sighed quietly, afraid of being discovered by their grandmother, so they could only keep their expressions tight.

Until the last one came up, Yang Die was a little curious and asked Jiang Juan: "What is this?" ”

"This is what I made with my grandmother, it should be okay, you can try it, but the time is limited, I can't do a lot, there are only two for each person."

Several people put one to their mouths and tasted it, and then their eyes lit up.

Sweet but not greasy, with a faint rice fragrance, and very stuffy.

The two ginger rolls have not been eaten, but have been eating dishes that everyone does not like to eat, and after eating, she picked up her two of them, put them on the prepared oil paper, and carefully wrapped them.

Chu Ling doesn't have a big appetite, these two should be enough to eat?

was thinking about it in her heart, and Yang Die on the side asked her: "Ginger rolls, haven't you eaten enough?" ”

In the past few days, everyone has sat down to eat together, and Yang Die has a further understanding of the amount of ginger rolls.

To sum up two words, that is: can eat.

But I haven't seen her take it out yet.。。

The ginger roll was vague: "I save it for when I'm hungry at night." ”