Ming Yi knew that she was not qualified to teach her how to deal with feelings in front of Hong Yi, who had been through a hundred battles, and she also knew that even if she said a ton of good words, she would be like excrement in front of a woman who fell in love. I could only look back at her quietly, watching her tell everything about Feng Huan with high spirits.

How good is his figure, how handsome his face is, how his bed skills move appropriately, how domineering and charming he is, how considerate and gentle he is...... She had never heard Hong Yi use so many beautiful words, like a little girl who had never seen the world, telling the gods in her heart.

"You know what? He had everything in him that I didn't have but that I expected. It's like the most perfect man God has ever sent me. Hong Yi's eyes flashed, "And he can control the rhythm between us so much, I haven't tried to let the other party take it away for so many years." ”

Ming Yi listened, and there was already a strange feeling in his heart, and he laughed: "Is it the rhythm of that thing?" That's a rarity. ”

Hong Yi looked serious: "No, it's our relationship." I wanted him to stay and rest, and I watched him sleep. He said that he was afraid that I would get tired of seeing it, and that the future would be long, so he left. ”

Ming Yi sneered, I don't know if this ranger is going to find some old friends in the middle of the night, or if he has a murderous deed to do. But it can't be said, it's said, it hurts.

Seeing that she was silent, Hong Yi put his arm around her shoulder: "Aren't you happy for me?" I'm very happy, really, no matter what the future holds, and at this moment, he gives me the motivation to keep going. ”

Ming Yi knew why she was not a taste, she was jealous, yes, no matter what kind of person this ranger was, Hong Yi's happiness at the moment was real. She understands too well how difficult it is to love someone and be deeply attracted to a mature woman with rich emotional experience. This feeling of not considering the other party's financial ability, ignoring the future and security, but just being unable to restrain love, she feels that she may not meet it in her life.

"I'm happy for you." Mingyi looked at her squarely, "Who knows what tomorrow will be, as long as you are happy at the moment." But promise me to keep some for yourself and not to get hurt. ”

Hong Yi buried his head in her neck: "Okay, even if I am injured, you believe that I will stand up." ”

Mingyi's eyes were sour, for this sense of fate, but also for himself. She hasn't found the kind of motivation that makes her desperate.

After chatting for a while, Kwai Niang had already changed her clothes and came over, and her goose yellow looked more tender and lovely.

"Sister Hongyi, please put makeup on me." Aoi Niang has fully recovered from last night's fright, and is still like a cheerful bird.

Mingyi secretly envied her youth, able to be heartless. She hadn't slept well all night, and she felt like her brain was rusting. Remembering that he had to arrange a booth at the flower banquet, he hurriedly said goodbye.

When Mingyi returned to Dongshi, the entire Dongshi had taken on a new look.

The long table of the flower banquet is lined up from the street to the middle of the street, just at the door of Chang'anju. A group of people came out of Chang'an Ju with plates, and the dishes were full of some common cold dishes.

Ming Yi was surprised, just as Yin's mother got out of the carriage, walked to the door of Chang'anju, and met her: "You have arrived?" I will arrange the location of the gleaning workshop for you in the middle of the street, leaning on the main flower pavilion, not far from your shop. ”

Ming Yi thanked her for her careful arrangement, and then asked his doubts: "Is the Flower Patrol Banquet a cooperation with Chang'anju?" ”

Yin's mother shook her head: "Chang'anju has the best location, and has the largest kitchen in Dongshi, in previous years, we spent our wallets to live in Chang'an for a day, and then hired another cook to use his kitchen to cook." This year is different, this Chang'an residence has changed owners, but the signboard has not been changed or reinstalled. ”

Ming Yi became excited when he heard half of it: "Did Xia Niangzi from Rongyifang buy it?" ”

"Mingyi, your information is really well-informed, I only learned about it when I came to the charter venue the day before yesterday." Yin's mother said with a smile, "It happened that Xia Niangzi was present at the time, so she immediately made a decision and provided the kitchen and cook for free to contribute to the flower banquet." I had heard it in Xing Qing's mouth before, it is better to be famous than to meet, she is really a neat and refreshing strange woman. ”

Mingyi listened to Yin's mother, whom he admired, praise Xia Niangzi, who was familiar with him at first sight, and his face suddenly felt bright: "I also have several relationships with her, and she is really delicate and straightforward." ”

Mother Yin pointed out the location of the stall in Shijingfang, and sure enough, it was next to the main flower pavilion of Xinglu Courtyard, and entrusted her with the rice noodles that Ming Yi had purchased on her behalf, so she went to Chang'an to arrange it.

Mingyi walked a few steps quickly, returned to the Shijingfang, Lianshan was leaning against the door and waiting for her, and when he saw her coming, he was delighted: "Where did the lady go in the morning?" Finally meet the lady! He knew that he had asked too much, his face turned red, and explained: "Lianshan is afraid that something will happen to his wife, so he is worried. ”

Ming Yi smiled and comforted him: "It's me who is not good, I didn't leave a letter." Something happened, I went to Xinglu Courtyard for a trip, and I'll talk to you later. Is the new product ready? ”

Lian Shan nodded: "The two-color rouge and mouth grease are ready." ”

Ming Yi took one and looked at it, with Lin Zhao's painting, which looked very delicate and noble: "There is no need to sell it in the store today, the goods in the store are not enough, and the opening of the shop will disappoint the customers." You can take the new products with you and sell them at our rice stall. Then donate the money. ”

Although Lianshan didn't understand very well, he didn't dare to ask more, so he neatly moved out the new products, closed the shop, and walked into the street with Mingyi.

Returning to his stall, Mingyi's eyes lit up, and a blue satin tablecloth was spread on the originally simple wooden table, and the three big characters of Shijingfang were embroidered in front with gold thread. Yin's mother is too thoughtful, and Mingyi secretly admires it.

I saw all kinds of fruits in Chang'an Ju, followed by hot dishes and various steamed cakes and soup cakes. There were more and more onlookers, eager to try, but there was no cutlery on the table, and people could only look at each other.

A few gongs sounded, and two carriages stopped in the street, and the eight Oirans of yesterday's hairpin got out of the car. The onlookers automatically stood aside, and the oirans rushed in, dressed in bright clothes and with gorgeous makeup, just like a forest in the bleak winter when a hundred flowers suddenly bloomed, lighting up the entire East Market.

Eight people stand evenly on one side of the long table, each standing a small servant with a tray in his hand, and there are bamboo chopsticks and porcelain spoons on the plate. The Oiran spread out a brocade handkerchief in their arms and held it on their chests.

Passers-by take a spoon and spoon, and then throw a few pennies on the Jinpa, and then they can enjoy the food. Before Ming Yi could walk in front of Hong Yi, he was already squeezed out of the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the long table was already full, and the hands of the oirans were already heavy with copper coins, and another servant gathered the copper coins at the end of the long table, in the main flower pavilion in the middle of the street.

Inside the flower pavilion, steaming hot porridge comes from the cauldron. There are small bags of rice noodles on the table, and several little ladies are responsible for distributing them to those in line, each with a bowl of hot porridge, a small bag of rice noodles, and ten copper plates. Outside the flower pavilion, a long line runs from the middle of the street to the end of the street, with no end in sight.

Those who have finished picking up can add another spoonful to their own bag in the rice bag on the table when they go to the table of the pick-up. Mingyi found that the people who received the rice were different from what she imagined, they were all quiet, gently scooping half a spoonful in her rice bag, and then thanking them a thousand times, this scene made Mingyi's eyes always filled with tears.