As if he was afraid that An Juan would think he was perfunctory, Luo Yelin stared at her even more tightly after saying these words, his eyes were full of sincerity: "That's all." ”

I didn't expect Luo Yelin to answer her doubts so sincerely, An Xuan's eyes couldn't help but turn around several times, and finally fell on Luo Yelin's face with some apologies: "It's nothing, it's just the first time I've heard that the prince went to the Qinglou, so I have some doubts, what does the prince want to do, I'm a little woman or don't care about it......"

Before she could say this, she suddenly felt that Luo Yelin in front of her quickly took a step forward and stopped her words and deeds.

An Wan was inexplicably a little panicked.

After being silent for a moment, An Juan raised her head a little hesitantly, but found that Luo Yelin had already stood in front of her at this time, staring down at her, and her eyes contained all kinds of tenderness.

"Lord Wang, you ......" She wanted to say a few more words, using them to break the current embarrassing atmosphere, when she heard Luo Yelin laugh in a low voice and said: "Miss An, don't say anything like 'it has nothing to do with me' anymore, this king is really sad to hear." ”

In the shallow laughter, Luo Yelin paused and continued the topic: "Everything about this king should be related to Miss An, and it must be related to Miss An." ”

No matter how gentle and considerate Luo Yelin usually behaves, he is also the prince of Ye, a son of the royal family, and his majesty and momentum are firmly engraved in his heart, and he will not fade even if he is beaten by the rain.

Now he is speaking to An Juan seriously, and the majesty that is usually restrained is poured out at this moment, drenching An Juan's face all over her head, so that she only dares to stand in front of him so stupidly, without saying a word.

After calming down a little, Luo Yelin showed a smile on his face again: "Miss An, this king...... No, I guess, you know my mind too, right? ”

Seeing that An Juan nodded as if she didn't understand, the smile on Luo Yelin's face became brighter and brighter: "Then Miss An is willing to be closer to me?" ”

Luo Yelin's words are almost a clear show of love.

originally thought that Luo Yelin would be a little more low-key, but he didn't expect him to speak directly, An Juan was taken aback, and she only felt that it was not good to refuse now, and it was not right to agree.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally found a compromise answer: "I'll think about ......"

In fact, this can be regarded as a vague refusal.

Luo Yelin's eyes dimmed a little, but after hearing An Juan's invitation in the next moment, he became more energetic.

Because Anjuan invited him to have dinner with them in the evening.

This kind of behavior can be regarded as a kind of rhetoric for easing the relationship, and Luo Yelin also understands that An Juan's rejection of him is not because of disgust or resistance, but simply because he is not close enough to be familiar with him.

What she wants to do tonight is the Youth League.

The weather has been very good recently, and An Juan looked at the flowers and willows in front of the restaurant, and suddenly thought of the Qingtuan that she had eaten in modern times.

Just do it, after she talked to Luo Yelin, she turned around to buy the corresponding materials, and Luo Yelin quickly followed and went to help carry things.

Although this dynasty was not as developed as it is in modern times, and there were no such things as ovens and wall breakers, the food that could be made from them was also sold in ancient times.

An Juan went to buy some glutinous rice flour and flour, pinched a small handful of wormwood powder, and then went to buy a lot of bean paste filling.

This bean paste filling is handmade, and although it is expensive, just looking at the appearance and smelling it will make people appetizing.

It's like An Juan, when he put the bean paste filling in the basin for later use, he secretly dug a small spoonful into his mouth.

After preparing the things, An Juan went to look at the business of the restaurant and found that the dishes of the last table were not ready, so she simply helped Nie Ying finish it and send it to you.

When the last dish was ready, Anwan brushed the pot neatly, boiled a little boiling water, and then took another basin and began to pound the powder.

After adding a little boiling water to the flour and pounding well, Anjuan set up another empty basin, stirred the green wormwood powder and white sugar together, mixed it with warm water, and added glutinous rice flour to knead well.

The dough was then torn into small pieces by her and transferred in.

Because she thought that there were three men who wanted to eat, An Juan deliberately bought some more raw materials, and it was extremely laborious to rub it at this time, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Luo Yelin had been watching from the side, and seeing that An Juan's cheeks were a little red from the exertion, he quickly took a handkerchief and stepped forward in distress to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead.

After almost making the noodles, An Wan added cold water and lard to them, and then continued to knead them.

In modern times, Anjuan is often engaged in this kind of work, and his arms have already developed muscles, so he is familiar with this kind of thing.

But now An Juan is delicate and frail, and her physical strength is gradually a little exhausted.

Seeing that Nie Ying next to him was eager to try, An Juan reluctantly bowed his head, retreated to the rear, and commanded Nie Ying to continue the next steps.

The bean paste filling was ready, and Anwan divided it into several balls of the same size, and then wrapped the bean paste filling in the kneaded dough.

After steaming on the steamer, it is ready to come out of the pan.

The filling of Qingtuan is sweet and soft, but the skin is full of toughness, and you can taste the sweet taste when you bite into it, and your teeth pierce through the flexible green coat.

And the green skin looks really appetizing.

The process of passing through the Youth League was very simple, Nie Ying repeated it with his memory, and after receiving guidance from An Juan, he corrected some mistakes, and confidently said that he had figured out the practices of the Youth League and could make it for others to eat.

An Juan actually did the Youth League just to miss the modern life, and she didn't have the idea of selling, and even she felt that the ancient people might not like her approach at all.

But seeing that Song Qin, Song Jian, Nie Ying, and even Luo Yelin all expressed their approval of this staple dish, she had no objections, and soon agreed to sell it as a new dish.

At the same time, she suddenly thought of something and proposed: "Brother Nie, if you have time and interest in the future, you can try to make steamed buns of various colors and ......"

Facing Nie Ying's curious expression, An Juan seriously folded her fingers and counted the possibilities: "Spinach juice, celery juice, tomato juice, and a lot of fruit juice......"

In the past, Nie Ying had always thought that things like buns and dumplings were born to be that color, but she didn't think that she could dye them......

After the initial surprise time, Nie Ying fantasized about the taste of these things in her heart, and felt that it didn't seem to be very delicious.

He pursed his lips and nodded firmly: "No problem, I'll try more." ”

The few people hired by the restaurant later did not eat with them because they were busy, but the food was also made by Nie Ying himself, and the taste was very good.

There was a self-cooked little guy leaning against the window with a bowl, listening to the whole content of An Juan and Nie Ying's chat, and finally suddenly made a suggestion: "Master Nie can use pasta to dye and then make a small noodle man." ”