"Don't say good things about me like that, I'm not Ge Xiling, I prefer to listen to actual words than admiration." Feng Xiaoyue slightly hooked the corners of her lips,

"There are so many dishes today, I don't know when I will be able to finish them. Is Murong Lin at home? ”

"What the young lady wants is real, it turns out to be to ask if the prince is not there?" Xiaoyun heard it funny, and couldn't help but tease, which provoked Feng Xiaoyue to almost reach out and call.

"You girl, am I usually too indulgent to you, be careful that I go back and ask someone to use the family law."

"That is, the young lady is kind-hearted, Xiaoyun dares to be so bold and outspoken, if she is replaced by another master, I am afraid that she will not know what she will be beaten into a long time. Xiaoyun is also thinking about Miss, so Miss is reluctant to beat me. Feng Xiaoyue's joke, Xiaoyun has heard it many times, and knows that the best solution is to play tricks on her with a hippie smile.

Sure enough, when Feng Xiaoyue heard Xiaoyun's words, she really didn't have any temper at all, and reluctantly withdrew her hand.

"You always answer like this, and I have no reason to do it." Feng Xiaoyue closed her eyes, leaned against the wall of the car with her hands on her head, and rested for a while.

"Well, since he's not at home, let's keep these good dishes. At these times, the weather is still cold, let's eat hot pot tonight. ”

"Miss, what is hot pot?" Although there are doubts, Xiaoyun's psychology is already accustomed to it, and Feng Xiaoyue's mouth can always have some fresh words, which are interesting and practical.

"You'll find out when you get back." Feng Xiaoyue sold a pass, but her psychology was calculated, and she didn't even have a hot pot at this time.

I think that hot pot was loved by everyone at the beginning, and it must be difficult for people here to resist the charm of hot pot. Worried that there were not enough ingredients in the small courtyard, Feng Xiaoyue went to the market again, picked up some more ingredients such as winter bamboo shoots or mushrooms picked in the mountains, and put them in the carriage until there was nowhere to stuff before going back.

As soon as she saw Feng Xiaoyue walk into the kitchen, Aunt Liu, who was picking a spoon in the kitchen, knew that she had a new idea.

Aunt Liu smiled helplessly, poured out the water from the brush pot in her hand, and then put the spatula and various spices in an easily accessible place.

"Madame, what are you going to cook today?" Seeing Aunt Liu's handy move, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and surprised in her heart, as if she was invisibly robbing someone else's job.

"I'm just an occasional whim, don't worry about Aunt Liu, I still need Aunt Liu's help."

"Madam, what are you talking about, do we dare to disobey you?" What Aunt Liu said was both helpless and obedient, Feng Xiaoyue didn't have the time to pay attention to the psychological changes of so many people, and just smiled at her kindly.

"I bought some ingredients from the market and came back, so I asked Aunt Liu and Xiaoyun to help wash them, and then cut them into small pieces, I will use them later."

"Aunt Liu, give." Hearing this, Xiaoyun handed over another package of mushroom ingredients in his hand. The fungus is difficult to wash, and it is impossible for a novice like Xiaoyun to learn it, so it can only be handed over to the experienced Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu opened the baggage, a whole bag of mushrooms and fungus, and then saw Feng Xiaoyue and Xiaoyun throw some radishes and winter bamboo shoots, and she was extremely curious.

"Madam, you're going to cook a few dishes."

"Mademoiselle has invented a new way to eat, so many dishes are put in one pot." Xiaoyun borrowed what he heard from Feng Xiaoyue and told Aunt Liu simply.

In fact, it is very similar to the soup pot, Aunt Liu does not need to be surprised. Murong Lin is not here today, and when he comes back for dinner in the evening, you only need to heat this pot up. Feng Xiaoyue said as she found bacon and fresh meat from everywhere and put them on the stove together.

It turned out to be a large soup pot, and it was not easy for the princess to think about the princess. Aunt Liu had a feeling that she had been looking forward to it for many years, and squatted down without complaint to clean up things with Xiaoyun.

After the ingredients were sorted out, Xiaoyun and she were hiding in the kitchen to cut vegetables, and Aunt Liu came out alone with the water to wash the vegetables, but ran into Murong Lin, who had just come back.

"Lord Shizi, why are you back? Didn't Madame say you weren't at home today? Aunt Liu was a little surprised.

Aunt Liu can also be regarded as an old man in the palace who watched Murong Lin grow up, he moved out with Feng Xiaoyue and brought Aunt Liu over.

Therefore, Murong Lin's attitude towards her was still very polite.

"Auntie, there's nothing going on outside today, I'll take the time to come back first, I heard that people said that Xiaoyue came to cook again, and I happened to come over to have a look." Aunt Liu smiled very kindly,

"Don't go in yet, Madame is preparing dinner for the prince inside. Madame also thought that you were not here today, and specially made a new dish for the prince, probably to surprise the prince. "She's going to surprise me, and that's really rare.

Murong Lin was a little excited in his heart, so he nodded,

"Okay, I'll just look out and don't go in."

"Ugh." Aunt Liu responded with a smile,

"The old slave will take a look for the prince, so that he can help the lady."

"I'm tired." Murong Lin said, and flew onto the roof of the kitchen while Aunt Liu turned around.

Like many gentlemen on the beam, he also uncovered a roofless tile, and the bottom of the tile was facing Feng Xiaoyue's pot.

Aunt Liu returned to the kitchen, Feng Xiaoyue was just embarrassed,

"Auntie, do you know where the chili peppers and rattan peppers are?"

"In winter, the peppers are not easy to preserve, so we will chop them into sauce, but the rattan peppers are there, and the old slave will bring them to his wife." Aunt Liu put down the wooden basin for washing vegetables, and went to the closet on the left side of the kitchen to rummage.

Murong Lin glanced at the mountains, and he saw something clear about what was happening in the kitchen.

Feng Xiaoyue concentrated on cooking, not paying attention to the fact that she was being watched, and just muttered, "It's a pity, there are no lotus roots in this pot." ”

"At this time, the lotus root is estimated to have been buried in the ground by those who planted lotus, and the ones that should have been sold have already been sold out." Xiaoyun, afraid that Feng Xiaoyue would go out for another run in vain, so he explained to her.

"Yes." This is not the place where Feng Xiaoyue once lived, everything can only be obtained by the time of day.

Feng Xiaoyue exhaled, asked Xiaoyun to go to the fire, and stood in front of the stove to prepare to fry the base of the hot pot.

"If only there were lotus roots at this time." Just this sentence made Murong Lin's heart move, and he immediately left the small courtyard and ran out.

The three people in the kitchen obviously heard the sound of the roof, and Aunt Liu was especially startled.

"Is this a mouse or a cat?" If it is replaced by Feng Xiaoyue, I am afraid that I will worry about whether there will be another killer or assassin, but Xiaoyun is more optimistic.

"He's the wind." Aunt Liu, who knew the inside story, hurriedly covered for Murong Lin, but fortunately, Feng Xiaoyue was concentrating on her subordinates, and she didn't pay too much attention to this little episode.

In the whole city, only in the south of the city is a large lotus root field. Murong Lin rode on the fast horse he had raised since he was a child, but he caught up with the lotus root field in just a few steps.

The owner of the lotus root field just asked the short-term workers to bury the lotus roots, and he was almost about to open the gate to release water, but fortunately, Murong Lin came in time, and rode a high-headed horse and shook in front of those short-term workers, so frightened that no one dared to approach, so he successfully stopped it.

"What do you want to do, this son?" The owner of the lotus root field is also a relatively wealthy farmer, named Huan Wang Zheng, who has been operating lotus root here for more than ten years, and it is the first time he has encountered such a crazy person who prevents him from releasing water.

"Boss, I just want to buy some lotus roots." Murong Lin got down, Ma calmed his breathing, and his actions were still more childish.

His current appearance is more pleasing to the eye than before, Wang Zheng sighed, and was a little embarrassed,

"Childe, all my lotus roots have been planted in this field. There are thin and thick lotus roots, which are only suitable for planting lotus flowers, and no one will come to eat them. ”

"What's more, on this cold day, the short-term workers I found have finally come up, who would be willing to go down again, Childe still don't embarrass us so much." Murong Lin looked around, because of his sideways intervention, these short-term workers couldn't go back early, and they were all shivering with cold.

I couldn't help but feel a little remorseful, but I still persisted.

"I'm sorry to wait a little longer, please tell me how to find the lotus root, and I'll go down and catch it myself." Wang Zheng was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that the son wearing such a high-end fabric would be so stubborn, could it be that rich people want it and must get it.

"If Childe is not afraid of the cold, and he has to have lotus roots, I can't stop you." Wang Zheng shook his head slightly, and pointed at a large piece of mud in front of him,

"The lotus root is also easy to find, after the son goes down, as long as he gropes around with his hands, he can find it."

"But I still want to remind Childe again, the lotus root used for sowing seeds may not be delicious, Childe can try to pick those medium-sized, and the taste will probably be better."

"Thank you, boss." Murong Lin said as he took off the boots under his feet, rolled up his trousers, and gave up his body into the mud with a heroic gesture of righteousness.

Now in spring, the water temperature is colder than in winter. Murong Lin's feet had just entered the ground, and his exposed skin was already purple and red from the cold.

In addition, the man's body was relatively heavy, and it was very difficult for Murong Lin to move as soon as he stepped into it. If you want to pick lotus roots, you have to go to the center of the field, Murong Lin has difficulty moving, and he completely relies on brute force to move forward.

There was everything in the mud, and those remnants of branches or tiles always popped up from time to time, adding countless wounds to his body.

The cold wind had been blowing for a long time, and Murong Lin hadn't walked far, and all he got were some flawed lotus roots, and he felt uncomfortable looking at them.

Murong Lin walked too slowly, wasting a lot of time. Wang Zheng can't ask the short-term workers to leave, otherwise who will open the sluice.

Wang Zheng really couldn't stand it, so he held his forehead and ordered,

"You guys go and help." Pastoral princess, lady please go back to the latest chapter chapter seventy-eight: cold day lotus picking website: