Sun Chengfeng dragged Liu Yujing and ran straight to the kitchen of Ji Mansion. As soon as they approached the clean, clean wooden kitchen door, they heard laughter coming from inside the house.

I only heard Xiao Wang Ye say, "Ai Concubine, you are determined to make things difficult for this king." As long as this king and noodles, you are not adding water, you are adding noodles. If this continues, how much fine flour will be wasted? ”

"Husband, do you dare to mention it?"

Ji Qingge's words were a little coquettish, and said, "Who told you to just talk about idle and add water indiscriminately?" I don't care, I'll take these reconciled noodles to make dumplings today, and I'll punish you if you can't finish eating. ”

"You dare!"

Although Di Jinxuan's voice was slightly cold, it revealed some playfulness.

Liu Yujing, who was standing outside the wooden door, listened, so he had to wave his hand to Sun Chengfeng, and whispered in his ear, "You listen, you only listen." The two of them are in the kitchen now, and they may be so close.

Let's go back to the hall first, it's a mess. ”

Sun Chengfeng glared at Liu Yujing with disdain, and said in a low voice, "No sincerity." ”

After that, Sun Chengfeng knelt on the ground with a "plop" and knocked his head "dong".

When Liu Yujing saw it, he immediately followed suit, knelt in front of the kitchen door, and kowtowed. I only heard the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen, and I didn't seem to hear the sound of them kowtowing.

Liu Yujing patted Sun Chengfeng's back with some embarrassment and said softly

"Forget it, they won't listen."

Coincidentally, at this time, Princess Xiao's tactful female voice came from the kitchen, "Who is outside?" ”

Hearing Princess Xiao's question, Liu Yujing touched her nose, and when she was still thinking about how to answer, the kitchen door was opened by Di Jinxuan.

As soon as this door was opened, Liu Yujing and Sun Chengfeng met Xiao Wangye, who was whiter than Xiaobai's face. Their chests heaved significantly, but no one dared to laugh.

Ji Qingge, who was busy with a rolling pin, couldn't help but "poof" and laughed when he saw it.

I saw Di Jinxuan's face displeased, and he glared at Liu Yujing fiercely. He asked, "Why did you two come together?" ”

"Back to the ...... of the Prince"

Liu Yujing looked at Sun Chengfeng with a pleading look and motioned for the other party to help him continue. I saw Sun Chengfeng looking like he was at home, kneeling on the ground and saying

"Back to Lord Xiao's words, it is Ji Mochu's outer room. Oh, no, it's the concubine Niu Jiaoxing, whose life is on the verge of death. ”

Di Jinxuan didn't raise his eyelids, snorted coldly, and said, "What do you have to do with you?" ”

Sun Chengfeng bowed his head and was speechless.

"Hey, what are you doing on your knees for the New Year?" Ji Qingge put down the rolling pin and said to Liu Yujing, "Will you make peace?" ”

"Before I enlisted, I learned how to make dumplings with my mother in the village."

Liu Yujing smiled slightly and told Princess Xiao.

"Then you go and help make the noodles."

Then asked Sun Chengfeng to stand up as well, Ji Qingge hooked his lips awkwardly, and asked, "Where is Niu Jiaoxing at this time?" How do you know? ”

Sun Chengfeng explained the ins and outs of the matter to Ji Qingge in 1510. After standing up, he bowed his hand and said, "Thank you, Princess Xiao." ”

"I didn't even go to see her, you thank me, it's too early."

Ji Qingge caught a glimpse of the white flour on Di Jinxuan's face, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but evoke a funny smile. She got up to wash her hands, but Sun Chengfeng was very sensible, and brought a basin of face washing water to Di Jinxuan.

Holding a towel in his hand, after Ji Qingge wrung it out, he carefully wiped it for Di Jinxuan. "I said that you won't, you don't believe it." Look at you, there's flour on your sideburns. ”

Are you embarrassed to mention it?

If it weren't for the fear of tiring her out, who would have eaten enough to support the panic, and would have suffered that sin. For a while, he thought he was blocking her way, and for a while, he blamed him for putting too much water and the noodles were too thin.

I finally added noodles and then and.

She added, "It's too dry to do this." ”

It is said that a gentleman should not use his hands. It's good that he loves his concubine, but he dislikes him verbally and hurts him, so that's it. But the problem is that she is still tugging and pulling, and she pulls him away.

Just as he raised his hand, he couldn't bear to wipe his floured hand on her face, so he had to wipe it on his own handsome face.

In other words, Liu Yujing and Sun Chengfeng didn't know why, so they chose to come when they shouldn't have come.

Di Jinxuan's eyes flashed with a touch of unwillingness, thinking that his concubine had mentioned that there would be a paid leave system in the 21st century. He's going to celebrate the New Year, is it possible that he has to be separated from his beloved concubine?

Is Niu Jiaoxing dead or alive, what does it matter to him?

You don't need him to provide for you when you're alive, and you don't need him to buy coffin boards when you're dead. Where to bury it is none of his business.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Ji Qingge wiped Di Jinxuan's sideburns again, he saw that he still had a tense face, so he said with concern.

"Hungry."

"That's it, husband." Ji Qingge stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden table in the corner of the wall, and told Liu Yujing, "You go over and roll the noodles and give me the board." ”

"Okay."

Liu Yujing responded happily, quickly put the dough into the basin, moved it to the wooden table in the corner and continued to roll the dough.

Ji Qingge piled up a handful of delicate flour in the center of the board, and as soon as she picked up the scraper, the emperor and the creditor were close to her again. He whispered comfortingly

"I know you're hungry, but can't you go over and sit down?"

Standing here, how tired is it?

Di Jinxuan saw that she still disliked him, so he held back his strength and confronted her. She asked him to sit, and he just stood beside her. See if she can eat him, or what?

Seeing this, Ji Qingge didn't dare to say more, but silently took the scraper and dug a half-moon-shaped hole in the center of the flour......

Just as she was about to take the eggs, Di Jinxuan said "hey" and handed them to her. With an expression of disbelief, she looked at Di Jinxuan and said

"How do you know...... I'm looking for eggs? ”

The pot helmet is an object, he is tired of eating in the camp, and he has eaten enough. Even if he didn't know how to make a pot helmet, he had seen others do it in the kitchen of the camp.

He knew what he needed.

After making it into a paste, Ji Qingge began to make puff pastry.

When the meat-scented pot helmet came out of the oven, she attached it to Di Jinxuan's ear and said softly, "I was careless, I didn't consider that the pot helmet is really not a delicacy for the generals in the army." ”

But in the 21st century, there are many people who like to eat pot helmets and eat pot helmets with soy milk. She felt even more delicious than eating it with churros.

"How so?"

Di Jinxuan's eyes as deep as the starry sky in the dark night stared at Ji Qingge, and he was extremely spoiled. He smiled slightly, bit the pot helmet half the size of a palm, and ate it beautifully in front of her.

If someone is like this, it will make Ji Qingge think of four words

Gobble up.

But Di Jinxuan ate the pot helmet in a big gulp, and showed a graceful atmosphere in his gestures. 's elegant eating appearance made Ji Qingge a little out of sight.

Just when Ji Qingge's stupid eyes fell on Di Jin Xuanjun's face. He took a piece of pot helmet with his chopsticks and brought it to her lips.

Sniffing the fragrant pot helmet, Ji Qingge opened his cherry mouth and took it, and after tasting it, he looked at Di Jinxuan gratefully. He whispered, "Thank you, husband." ”

"These pot helmets are all made by Concubine Ai. Why, thank me? ”

Seeing a shy smile on Ji Qingge's face, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes in an instant, and said, "However, you should thank me." If I hadn't said I was hungry, you would have made a pot helmet to taste? ”

"That's it, thank you, husband, it's right."

Ji Qingge followed Di Jinxuan's tone and took the words.