Su Zhaoning's eyes looked at the table, and sure enough, there was indeed a stewed chicken in that table.

The source of "soup chicken", of course Su Zhaoning remembers.

The first sight, how can you forget.

It's just that, Nan Huaixin, you said in front of me that you saw you for the first time that day, and you were amazed by a hibiscus out of the water. It turned out that behind my back, I laughed at me as a soup chicken.

You liar!

You said that you are the only one in this life and this life, and I am moved by my heart. But it turns out that your life is so short.

What's so impressive about this!

Liars, all lies! It's all about coaxing me.

Su Zhaoning covered his eyes with his hand, and tears gradually moistened his palm.

There have been such scenarios before.

In the woods, he stood behind him and covered her eyes with his hands.

But at that time, there were no tears that could not be stopped.

Su Zhaoning's tears almost slipped down from her palm, she changed her palm to the back of her hand, trying to block this frame of tears, but she couldn't stop her tears.

The originally sweet scenes in my memory have all turned into sharp knives, one handle at a time, and I have inserted them into my heart again and again.

Wanwan has a pair of peach blossom eyes, but those eyes are always sparkling, and people have three points of tenderness.

But Nan Huaixin is not.

When he first saw himself, his eyes were full of doubts. It's clear that he didn't believe his own rhetorical quibbles.

When they met again, he stood with his hands in his hands, and turned to look at himself with a playful look.

When he looked at her, there was always a smile in his eyes. But those three points, in her opinion, were all full of teasing.

made fun of her always making wedding dresses for others, making fun of her bad luck, and making fun of her early death......

Tears could no longer be controlled, spilling out of their sockets and falling straight down the tip of their noses. Then he followed the hand that was resting on his eye, and slid down to the back of his hand and elbow.

The whole dress was so wet that it was deep and shallow, and there was no trace of the strategy of Mrs. Yuanhou, nor the calmness of the second girl of the Marquis of Chang'an.

The cries of Poria and Atractylodes also resounded throughout the room.

A few days ago, their young ladies didn't cry, and they didn't dare to show their sadness. Now the master is in tears, tears are like bursting the embankment, and they also want to accompany her to cry indulgently.

After all, after this scene, there are still many roads and many winds and frosts to face.

After this one, there were no more tears.

Early the next morning, Nan Minxing, the new young master of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, was sent to Su Zhaoning's room.

Mama Xu explained Mrs. Wu's words to Su Zhaoning without missing a word: "The ancestor said, let the little master and his wife eat, live and sleep together." After all, the little master is too young to leave his mother all the time. ”

After Mama Xu finished speaking, she put Nan Minxing on the ground.

The two-year-old child walked to Su Zhaoning's side step by step, steadily and steadily.

He tugged at the collar around his neck and said to Su Zhaoning: "Mother, I like this you gave me." ”

Children's eyes can't deceive people. There is sincerity in it, and there is no pretense.

It's just that his eyes are deep in the essence of Nan Wanwan, and the peach blossom eyes look at people with three points of tenderness.

Su Zhaoning's heart twitched, but he didn't feel the pain. She stretched out her hand and took Nan Minxing: "Has Minxing had breakfast?" ”

"Nope. My grandmother said that I could eat what my mother had made. So Min Xing didn't eat. Nan Minxing's childish voice sounded in the room.

Mama Xu was a little surprised and looked at the child, who was less than three years old.

Mrs. Wu had clearly said yesterday that she could eat with her wife, but her wife would not cook herself.

After all, the existence of this child is a cruelty to the lady itself.

Mama Xu wanted to remind, but heard Su Zhaoning asking, "Then what do you want to eat?" ”

"I want to eat butterfly rolls. I love flying like a butterfly! Nan Minxing said, and waved his hand twice, indicating that he really likes butterflies.

Su Zhaoning nodded and replied, "Okay, I'll do it for you." ”

Bai Zhu noticed Mama Xu's eyes and was suspicious of the new young master's words. She stepped forward and said, "Madam, the slave maid will go to the kitchen to prepare the materials first." ”

Baizhu didn't want this little guy who came back from outside to eat the food made by his own lady. At most, just eat what she cooked.

"Mother, don't you know how to knead dough? Minxing still wants to help? Nan Minxing looked at Su Zhaoning expectantly.

Baizhu looked at the kid in disbelief.

If she hadn't guessed wrong, was it a child under the age of three who had insight into the intentions?

Mama Xu was also very surprised. She had always felt that this new lady was already extremely intelligent. is not very old, but he is thoughtful beyond ordinary people.

But now looking at this new young master, if it weren't for the new lady, her stomach would not have swelled at all. She really wants to suspect that this is Su Zhaoning's little master.

The clever ones are the same.

Su Zhaoning took Nan Minxing's hand and walked to the kitchen: "Okay." Mother will take you to knead the dough. It's just that if Min Xing still wants to eat breakfast instead of lunch, then we still need other people's help. ”

"But Mama can do it alone." Nan Minxing muttered quietly.

Su Zhaoning walked towards the kitchen without changing as if he hadn't heard.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Chen was asking other cooks to bring breakfast to each room.

Seeing Su Zhaoning coming, Mrs. Chen hurriedly greeted her and said, "Madam, breakfast is ready." The slave is preparing to send it to you. ”

The other cooks stayed on the edge of the stove and didn't move.

Originally, they were all very envious of Mrs. Chen, who quietly climbed up to this powerful lady. But without Hou Ye's wife, it is really difficult to say what will happen in the future.

Yes, the attitude of these cooks returned to when Su Zhaoning married into the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

"Mother, is she the only one who helps us make butterfly rolls?" Nan Minxing pointed to Mrs. Chen and asked.

Mrs. Chen immediately posted it, leaned over and asked Nan Minxing: "Does the little young master want to eat butterfly rolls?" The slave and maid did it immediately. ”

"Oh." Governor Nan Min sighed for a long time, and then said, "It turns out that you are the only one in my mother's charge." Others aren't. ”

"There are other ladies in our Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, haven't I seen them?" Nan Minxing asked Su Zhaoning with a confused expression.

His fairy tale is terrible.

Mrs. Dingyuan Hou is now only Su Zhaoning, and when the Hou Ye is gone, this is the only one for the time being.

No matter what happens in the future, the entire Dingyuan Marquis Mansion should be Su Zhaoning as the greatest.

The cooks immediately woke up, and one by one they came to Nan Minxing and asked, "Little Master wants to eat butterfly rolls, what kind of butterfly rolls do you want to eat?" I made a lotus roll, would you like to try it? ”

Baizhu and Poria followed behind Su Zhaoning, glanced at each other, and felt a little unhappy in their hearts.

What do you call our Dingyuan Marquis Mansion! Poria thought very unhappily.

Baizhu felt that this little young master was too powerful. On the surface, although he is helping his own lady to speak, he is actually giving himself prestige.

He is not yet three years old, does he really have to directly inherit the title and become a Marquis of Dingyuan!

Su Zhaoning didn't care about the changes in the cooks, she asked Mrs. Chen to make a small part of the old noodles left by making lotus rolls before, and then rubbed them herself.

Nan Minxing said he wanted to help, but he didn't actually do anything. He stood next to Su Zhaoning with his hands behind his back and pointed like a little adult: "Mother, you just use such a ball of noodles, can I eat enough?" ”

"Probably not. But if you're going to remake a dough of noodles, we're probably not going to have lunch, we're going to have dinner. Su Zhaoning didn't expect that the kitchen happened to make lotus rolls today, otherwise there should be more old noodles left.

Baizhu looked at Nan Minxing, and his heart was very angry. But the master didn't speak, and she couldn't do anything. It's just that she called Mrs. Chen aside, and Baizhu instructed her to keep more when she kept her old face in the future.

It's a big deal that this little master didn't say that on the day he made steamed buns and rolls, he would throw away the extra part.

Nan Minxing glanced at Baizhu and smiled at her.

Baizhu sneezed inexplicably.

She always felt like she was being seen through by this kid again.

It's impossible, I should have thought about it myself.

Directly use the old noodles from the previous time, without adding new noodles to ferment, and the time is naturally much shorter. Su Zhaoning made two butterfly rolls and pinched a rabbit with the remaining small ball of noodles.

Nan Minxing's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Mother, you'll have quite a lot. I'm worried I'm going to starve to death in the future. Nan Minxing praised.

Poria thought a little proudly, don't you know that our young lady has more things to do.

Baizhu was so angry that his nostrils smoked. This little devil, do you mean that she will let her young lady cook three meals for him in the future?

Her young lady is Mrs. Dingyuan Hou, not the cook of Dingyuan Hou's Mansion!

The cooks went out to deliver breakfast to the other rooms, although Mrs. Chen wanted to accompany Su Zhaoning, but Mrs. Wu had always been there in person, so she had to leave temporarily.

In the kitchen, only a younger cook was left waiting for orders, as well as Su Zhaoning, Nan Minxing, Baizhu, and Poria cocos.

The butterfly rolls were to be steamed for a while, and before this cage of newly made food came out, the little cook brought over the food prepared for Su Zhaoning's main courtyard, and asked, "Madam, will you eat first?" ”

"Don't, my mother said to accompany me!" Nan Minxing directly refused.

Poria cocos also tasted some flavor. This little young master is not here to get along with his own young lady at all! Her young lady just pinched two butterfly rolls and a little rabbit, can one roll make the young lady full?

Poria looked over with some irrepressible anger. As if he didn't feel anything, Nam Minxing hummed a vague little song.

"This little song sounds like a hometown tune in Fuzhou?" Su Zhaoning asked.

Nan Minxing looked at Su Zhaoning in surprise and praised sincerely: "You even know this?" ”

Su Zhaoning didn't answer him, and hummed directly to Nan Minxing's tune.

Su Zhaoning hummed more accurately, and it sounded more pleasant, and Nan Minxing was suddenly a little unhappy.

He stared at Su Zhaoning with wide eyes.

Sure enough, there was a syllable that went wrong.

Nan Minxing shouted proudly, "No, you hummed wrong." That is true! ”

Nan Minxing hummed his tune again, and then said with great certainty: "My father taught me this!" Absolutely, yes! ”