The daughter-in-law of Lao Jiu immediately responded, "Rare guest!" The prince hasn't been here for a long time! Last time I was ......."

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Lao Jiu interrupted the woman's speech with a cough.

The woman was also interested, and immediately understood what she meant by being an old man. also immediately changed the topic, "Thanks to the blessing of the prince, my dog's illness has been cured." It's also miraculous, after taking two doses of that medicine, my dog's illness was all cured. ”

After speaking, the two bowls of hot snowflake balls have come out of the pot.

When Lao Jiu brought it up, he really amazed Hua Ying. I saw the snow-white tofu piece by piece, just put on the table, the tofu seemed to be cast, and gradually transformed into a six-sided snowflake, the pink meatballs rolled up and down with the ripples, and the heat that rose up made the balls like a fairy dancing in the snow, with a little agility, a little naughty, a little gentle.

looked at the look of surprise on her face, and pulled her lips slightly. "Let's eat!"

Hua Ying picked up the spoon obediently, hesitated a few times but didn't move. She couldn't bear such beautiful food.

"Don't like it?" stretched out his hand to her, the meaning was very clear, dare to say that he didn't like it, he would snatch it for her as soon as possible.

Seeing his intentions, Hua Ying wrapped her hands around her bowl and protected it tightly. If you dare to rob it, she will give you a desperate posture. "I like it, I like it, I like it so much that I don't want to talk about it."

"Hahaha, silly girl."

It's rare for Mo Chenyi to smile so happily, there is no calculation, nothing to worry about, no open and secret fighting, so he seems to be a little more kind.

"Grass people Wang Jiang, meet the prince." A man knelt at the table, looking a little anxious.

"What?" Put down the spoon in your hand and asked lightly.

Wang Jiang kowtowed. "The son of the grass man was framed as a thief, and the villagers did not distinguish between right and wrong to send the son of the grass man to the official. The grass people are powerless to stop it, but fortunately, the prince is here, and he begs the prince to uphold justice for the grass people. He looked up at him, and bowed his head again. Please, save the grass man's son! That boy had always been upright, and would never do anything like stealing a chicken or a dog. Please......"

Hua Ying saw that his head was blue when he kowtowed, and she couldn't bear it. "Mo Chenyi, you can go!"

Mo Chenyi was stunned when she heard her call her name, but she didn't say anything, just took out the silver taels and put them on the table and got up.

"Wait for this king, and you lead the way." The first half of the sentence is said to Hua Ying, and the second sentence is said to Wang Jiang.

Wang Jiang immediately got up and led him towards the place where the population had gathered.

Hua Ying sat alone and bored, looking east and west with a pair of curious eyes. For a while, I inadvertently glanced at a low bamboo platform in front of me, with vivid small noodles inserted in the small bamboo holes, smooth lines, rich colors, but it looks vivid.

The gray-haired old artist in the back sat on the small bench with a peaceful face. There was also a child standing next to him, just watching, but he didn't mean to buy it.

Hua Ying walked towards the bamboo platform, her eyes staring straight at the old artist's hand, at this time he had already pinched out a human shape on his hand, but he couldn't distinguish between men and women.

He raised his hand and poked the boy next to him and asked, "What is this?" ”

The boy didn't look at her, his serious little appearance just stared at the crowd of people who did not leave the old artist's hands. "Noodle people!"

"Old uncle, how long does it take you to pinch this? I want one too. Hua Ying saw the noodle man he made, pinched his fingers a few times, and the noodle man could already recognize the appearance of a boy.

The old artist's subordinates kept coming, smiling back. "A cup of tea can be pinched."

After speaking, a lively boy appeared in front of him, which was clearly the child standing next to him.

Hua Ying exclaimed the good craftsmanship of the old artist, took over the little boy's face, looked at it blankly, and compared it carefully with the little boy, this is simply amazing, this face is simply a miniature version of the boy.

The boy was thinking about the noodle man, and as soon as he saw that the noodle man was ready, he reached out to take it, but he was unexpectedly cut off by Hua Ying. The big eyes were watery, and with a look of grievance, he stretched out his hand to snatch the face in her hand. He looked up at her casually, but he was so shocked that he didn't move.

"You...... You ......" The boy didn't know what to say, but his hand that was frozen in the air was retracted, and his big watery eyes were holding the golden bean, but they didn't fall out.

When Hua Ying saw it, she thought that she had taken his noodle and made him cry, so she hurriedly stuffed the small noodle in her hand into his palm. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sister is wrong, sister shouldn't take your little face, don't cry, okay. ”

Pulled his sleeve and wiped the tears from his eyes for him.

The boy took the little noodle man, smiled happily, and said to the old artist. "Uncle Niu, you can help her pinch it first! I'll help me pinch Daddy later. ”

"Okay!" The old man happily agreed.

"Well, thank you, Uncle Niu, you are the best." The boy did not hesitate to praise himself.

The old man smiled innocently, pulled out a bunch of glutinous rice dough from the basin on the side and started, pinching, rolling, catching, rubbing, kneading, lifting, the shaping process looks smooth and simple, but it is the result of his hard work for decades.

A little, everything, a moment, the small bamboo knife is flipped flexibly between the two fingers, and the morphological characteristics of the little person's head and body are revealed little by little.

Pashing, carving, and mixing the color of paraffin honey, those seemingly casual small details are the key to the whole artwork.

If it was really just a cup of tea, Hua Ying's face was vividly displayed in front of her eyes.

Before Hua Ying could see it clearly, this time it was the kid who took it and learned her appearance. Compare the small noodle man with her, and it seems to be confirmed that it is correct. Stretched out the hand holding his little face, "I like this of yours, can I exchange mine and yours?" ”

"Hmmm! Good. Hua Ying reached out and took his little face, and touched his broken hair again. That's good. "I thought in my heart that I had been delayed here for so long, in case Mo Chenyi couldn't see him later, I was afraid that he would suffer.

"Little bit, my sister is leaving!" There was no silver on his body, so he had to take out one of the jewels in his sleeve and put it on the bamboo platform, and before the old artist could react, he hurriedly ran away.

"This ......" The old man picked up the jewelry from the bamboo platform and looked at it, it was really precious, an agate bead from the Western Regions. The old man saw the extraordinaryness of this pearl, but he did not know its origin, but the boy on the side recognized it, there were two strings of this pearl, a total of twelve, one in the Queen Mother's place, and one in the King of Leisure.

"Give it to me, I'll pay for her." The boy took the bead and played with it, and with a turn of his big round eyes, he thought of something.

"Uncle Niu, pinch my dad quickly, it's okay to pinch the ugly."

The old artist has made a living from this for more than ten years, not to mention, this child is a frequent customer in this business, and his father is also familiar with it.

The boy stood aside, holding two noodle figures in his hands, and with a movement of his mind, he turned back in the direction of his house.