Chapter 162 Night Rain

Shiro clutched his injured hand in a panic. (Apex hand-beaten) shocked and frightened: "Grandma, the slave is clumsy, and I ask grandma to punish her." ”

Ming Fei said kindly: "What do you say, who hasn't missed a moment?" Jin Hairpin, you take Ziluo down to bandage, I'll come here. He urged Meizi again: "Why don't you hurry up?" ”

Meizi looked at Zi Luo, whose face was pale, and smiled slightly: "Sister Zi Luo, cooking is a fine job, what you need is patience and carefulness, you really shouldn't be in a hurry." "Twist and go.

Zi Luo refused the golden hairpin to accompany her to bandage: "Grandma, the slave can go by herself, and leave the golden hairpin sister here to help you." "Hanging his head listlessly, he walked out and plunged into the wind and rain.

Jin Hairpin saw it clearly, and sneered: "Grandma, she refuses to leave the corridor, she wants to plunge into the wind and rain, is this going to stage a bitter trick?" ”

Ming Fei smiled faintly: "She probably wants to move out to recuperate." ”

Jin Hairpin laughed at first, and then became a little worried: "She has a lot of trust and trust from the uncle, what if she pouts a few words from the uncle?" ”

So what? She didn't think Gong Yuanhe was so stupid. Ming Fei scooped up the last egg skin and asked the golden hairpin, "Are your things cut?" The most important thing now is to make this meal. ”

Jin Hairpin stuck out his tongue, added diced ham and carrots to the meat filling, mixed it, and handed it to Ming Fei.

Ming Fei is serving. I heard a knock at the door, but it was Gong Yuanhe standing at the door, his shoulders and the corners of his robe were mostly wet, and his shoes were also wet. However, his eyes were bright, bright, bright like jewels, and there was a satisfied smile on the corner of his lips: "I'm so hungry, I smelled the fragrance at the gate of the yard." ”

Ming Fei ostentatiously picked up the plate and shook it in front of him: "How is it?" Looks good, right? Incense, right? ”

"Good-looking, fragrant ......" Gong Yuanhe kept looking at her and laughing, his expression was extremely focused, and Ming Fei was very uncomfortable, she put down the plate in her hand, stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the gastrodia stewed pigeon, and exaggeratedly rubbed it in his direction: "Is it fragrant?" I stewed it before I went out, and it lasted almost three hours. ”

"Xiang ......" Gong Yuanhe still looked at her and smirked.

Jin Hairpin laughed out loud, "Grandma should hurry up and accompany the uncle back to the room to change clothes, shoes and socks, and the slave will clean up this place and send it up." ”

Gong Yuanhe had already automatically pulled Ming Fei over, unbuttoned her apron, and took her hand and walked out.

Jin Hairpin said narrowly behind him: "Grandma, do you want to warm a pot of Jinhua wine?" ”

Gong Yuanhe didn't look back: "Do you still have to ask?" On such a stormy night, it is natural to drink and drink. ”

The husband and wife walked side by side, Gong Yuanhe held Ming Fei's waist and did not speak. There was a damp heat emanating from his body, it was a man's breath mixed with the smell of incense, full of hormones, which made Ming Fei a little nervous, and she felt that only by talking could she make her more comfortable: "Something good has happened." So happy? ”

Gong Yuanhe said with a smile: "Obviously, before going out, I specially instructed Xicui to bring an umbrella today, why do you want Meizi to take an umbrella to the door to pick it up?" ”

Ming Fei said: "You can't dampen the enthusiasm of the maids. If I think of everything and arrange it, what else will I do with them? There was a time when I didn't think of it. ”

Gong Yuanhe chuckled: "Why don't we two go and feed the dog first?" When I came back, I changed my clothes and had dinner. I can't wait to eat the meals you cook. ”

Ming Fei smiled: "You just remember to eat." Ziluo helped me cut the diced meat before, and I cut a cut on my fingers, I asked her to bandage it, and then you remember to remind me, and let someone send her some egg skin meat rolls, so as not to let her suffer that knife in vain. ”

Gong Yuanhe said: "How did she do it, how many years have she been doing it, and she has never heard of cutting her hands." He took Ming Fei's hand again, "You are not allowed to use the knife in the future, just watch them do it from the side." Remember? I'll ask Mother Flower to supervise you. ”

Ming Fei's heart warmed and smiled: "I remember." ”

The two of them grinned and put on their robes and changed their clogs. Gong Yuanhe stared at Ming Fei, who couldn't see her figure clearly, smiled slightly, and pressed down most of the hat on her head, "So you won't be afraid of rain." ”

Ming Fei also mischievously pressed his hat down, and she was a little looking forward to going crazy in the storm with him. Just like when she was a child, her mother bought her new rain boots, and she especially wanted it to rain. It's easy to rain, so I hold a small flower umbrella, wear new rain boots, and run into the rain to dance like crazy.

Hua Pozi stood under the porch, looking worriedly at the pouring rain outside: "Uncle, grandma, the weather is so bad, people can feed it." Or wait until the rain stops and then go, if you get wet and get sick or something, what is the good? ”

Gong Yuanhe said with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, isn't this tightly covered, if you are worried, make us a bowl of ginger soup." Couldn't help but say, stuffed the lantern into Ming Fei's hand, he took Ming Fei's hand with one hand, and the live chicken fed to the dog with the other, and the two went to Banchun Garden, where Chasing the Wind was located. When he walked more than a dozen steps away from Banchun Garden, a thin figure soaked in his body rushed straight over with his head buried in his head.

Seeing that he was about to hit Gong Yuanhe, Gong Yuanhe let go of Ming Fei's hand and shouted: "What are you doing!" Such a reckless! ”

The man raised his head in a panic, saw the person in front of him clearly, bowed his head and bowed his waist, trembling, and his voice was hoarse: "Uncle, the slave has no rules......

The pale summer shirt was drenched by the rain and clinged to her body, and under the hazy light, the girl's graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed. The broken hair on the sideburns was wet by the rain, and it stuck to the pale and beautiful face like a few naughty, beautifully shaped aquatic plants. Violet folded his hands. Raised in front of his chest, the glaring white cloth on his left index finger was soaked in bright red blood. It looks pitiful and beautiful.

Gong Yuanhe saw that it was her, and his voice softened: "It's raining so hard, what are you doing here?" His eyes fell on the white and red cloth scroll on her index finger, and her tone softened a little: "Cut your hands, didn't grandma tell you to go down and rest?" ”

Zi Luo looked straight at him: "The slave maid came to feed the chasing wind." The rain was too heavy, and I was afraid that the uncle and grandmother would come to feed the dog again after a while, and it would rain. She barely noticed Ming Fei standing silently with a lantern, probably the light was too dim, she didn't expect that a lazy person like Ming Fei, who even had to let the maid go with an umbrella, would brave such a big wind and rain, and carried a lantern with Gong Yuanhe to feed the dog.

Ming Fei stood quietly aside, intently looking at the expressions of the two people. What a loyal maid, she was injured, and she was afraid that his master would get drenched in the rain, so she didn't use an umbrella, didn't wear a coat, didn't wear a hat, and came to feed the dog in thin clothes, Ming Fei was moved for Gong Yuanhe.

It's weird. Ming Fei didn't see the emotion on Gong Yuanhe's face, but a very strange expression, his mouth was very tight, and he was silent before saying, "It ate?" ”

"Eat." Zi Luo also noticed that his expression was very wrong, so he covered his mouth and nose at the right time, and sneezed twice in succession gracefully on his side.

Gong Yuanhe's brows furrowed, but his tight jaw softened, "You hurry back!" ”

Zi Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and Ming Fei said slowly: "Go back and take a hot bath and cover it, remember to let them serve you a bowl of ginger soup, don't get sick." I'll have dinner brought to you. ”

Shiro was startled. "Grandma! The slave was so clumsy that she didn't even see her grandmother. What a damn one! ”

Gong Yuanhe said impatiently: "Go quickly!" ”

Zi Luo moved a few steps in a daze, and Gong Yuanhe stopped her again, "I don't need you to feed the dog in the future, and your grandmother when I'm not there." Remember? After speaking, he took Ming Fei's hand and strode ... [This chapter is not finished, please click on the next page to continue reading!] ］