A nightly night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chunqing dreamed that Erwang stepped on the hot wheels, dressed in a chaotic silk, and rushed to her majestically, glaring and asking her why she didn't save it, and it was the kind that opened his mouth to speak.

For a while, I dreamed that I was wearing a big red and green cotton jacket and a huge golden velvet flower on my head, standing on the emperor's dragon chair and twisting Yangge, and at the same time commanding the concubines all over the ground to grab gold coins.

After a while, I dreamed that Tian was holding a lump of musk, smiling with flowers and branches, and her waist trembled, like a snake spirit, she ran to her and asked her to eat all the musk.

When Chunqing was woken up by the sound of people squirming in the yard cleaning the yard, she suddenly felt a sense of relief and sighed: "I'll just say, I can't sleep when I'm nervous, and I can't sleep well even if I fall asleep." He glanced at Song Hui, who was sleeping, and then reached out to touch his clothes.

After tossing for most of the night, my stomach has already sung an empty city plan.

Thinking that she would have to enter the palace to kowtow to Song Hui's eldest sister, the emperor's favorite concubine Ru Niangniang, Chunqing felt that she still had to eat a bowl of hot and sour chicken noodles to appease her nervous heart and empty stomach.

And entering the palace is simply a more physically demanding thing than fighting with Song Hui.

The palace is full of the emperor's women, and everyone has to salute, in case they are unlucky, from the moment they enter the palace gate, they have been following the plug-in all the way to meet this concubine and that nobleman, and then they keep saluting and greetings, how to do it if they are not full.

Sensing the movement around him, Song Hui frowned, his voice was a little hoarse, and asked, "Why did you get up so early?" I only entered the palace at the same time. "With that, he yawned and didn't open his eyes." Let's sleep again. ”

"I'm going to make breakfast." Chunqing said as she got dressed.

Song Hui suddenly felt that Chunqing was talking nonsense seriously.

You are my daughter-in-law, the wife of the prince of the dignified town, can you make breakfast!

You go to make breakfast, and then what do you spend money on those kitchen people!

Wait a minute...... Is it to make an omelette?

Song Hui suddenly thought of the plate of exquisite food he ate in Shilang's Mansion, and the whole person immediately fell asleep and became energetic. "Do more." Because of his excitement, Song Hui's voice rose a lot.

Chunqing was startled, looked down at Song Hui, and saw that he was looking at him with bright eyes, and suddenly became vigilant, this person should not get up early in the morning and turn into a half-orc, I couldn't help but feel excited, the movement of putting on clothes on my hands became fast, and he jumped off the kang in a blink of an eye.

In the late autumn season, before the earth dragon was burned, leaving the warm big kang, Chunqing immediately felt a chill unique to the early morning, shrunk his neck, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door and walked out.

Eat now!

Wuzi went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and as soon as Chunqing left the room, she saw Bai Lu rushing towards her like a running iron tree.

Bai Lu stopped in front of her, and Chunqing felt that the bangs on her forehead were parted by the wind blown by Bai Lu.

"Grandma, the slave didn't guess wrong. The slave knows that you will be an early riser today. Bai Lu's eyebrows fluttered excitedly, "What do you want to eat?" ”

Chunqing was not very surprised.

She had long been accustomed to Bai Lu's sensitivity to eating.

From childhood to adulthood, Bai Lu can always appear in front of Chunqing accurately when she wants to eat or plans to make food.

Whether it's the middle of the night or the scorching sun, there are no exceptions.

Once Chunqing had a whim, in the middle of the night, she suddenly wanted to eat spicy shrimp, and there was lightning and thunder outside, and the rain was pouring down, but when she resolutely got up and walked to the kitchen door, Bai Lu was already standing there with an umbrella steadily, excitedly holding Chunqing's hand, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Miss, the slave knows that there is no vain." ”

From that moment on, Chunqing knew that Bai Lu was victorious!

So Chunqing said very calmly: "Hot and sour chicken noodles." ”

Bai Lu swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and followed Chunqing to the kitchen with a longing expression.

Mrs. Shizi cooked herself, which of course caused a commotion in the kitchen.

With Bai Lu's help, Chunqing only left a mother-in-law who burned the fire and a mother-in-law who washed vegetables. For the rest, everyone is busy with their own, and she doesn't like to be watched.

Chunqing cooked cleanly, and within a stick of incense, the two bowls of sour and hot chicken noodles with a sultry aroma had been packed into the food box.

The mothers-in-law in the entire kitchen all looked at Chunqing's departing back in amazement.

Chunqing has always liked to cook more and treat the mothers-in-law who help in the kitchen.

So when Bai Lu was satisfied with the three bowls of noodles that belonged to her, Bai Zhi and Bai Shao, there was still a lot left.

When Bai Lu left, almost all the mothers-in-law pounced on the big pot in the kitchen, like wolves who had been hungry for three days and three nights.

In fact, when Chunqing stir-fried sour cowpeas and shredded chicken in red oil to make soup, the sour and spicy taste had already stimulated their taste buds, and their saliva was handful.

Chunqing carried the food box back to the house, and Song Hui had just washed up and came out of the bathroom.

Watching Chunqing take out two bowls of noodles from the food box, and then put the food box aside, Song Huideng was stunned, what about the fried eggs? How did it become a noodle.

He got up so early for the omelette!

"Where's the omelette?" Song Hui sat down at the dinner table, his face was not very good.

Spring glanced at Song Hui and sat down across from him, "You didn't do it, you didn't say you wanted to eat an omelette." ”

Song Hui suddenly had a feeling of being deceived.

It was the best omelette he had ever eaten in his life, and Chunqing said that he was going to the kitchen to cook, and of course he took it for granted that Chunqing was going to make an omelette.

However, even if you don't make an omelette, you can make a steamed egg, so why bring a bowl of noodles to fool him!

Chunqing looked at Song Hui frowning at the bowl in front of him, and suddenly shouted in his heart, oh no, Song Hui's expression was solemn like this, he must not be able to eat spicy!

"That, you bear with it first, and I'll make a bowl of non-spicy noodles later." Chunqing smiled apologetically.

That's not the point! Song Hui complained in his heart. Moreover, who said I can't eat spicy, I love spicy food the most.

Forget it, she is his daughter-in-law, a dignified lady, how can she always run to the kitchen!

"Let's eat this." Song Hui said very reasonably.

But to Chunqing's ears, his tone was like a little girl being forced to get on a sedan chair and marrying a bad old man in her seventies and eighties, and she wanted to jump into the river aggrievedly!

Chunqing just wanted to say that if you can't eat spicy, don't be reluctant, but before the words were sent out from the tip of her tongue, she saw Song Hui and half a bowl of noodles in her stomach.

……

Isn't this quite spicy, sample! Also loaded! Chunqing rolled her eyes and buried herself in her noodles.

Song Hui thought that the omelette made by Chunqing was only something in the sky, and how many times could he hear it in the world. I didn't expect this sour and hot chicken noodles to be hundreds of times better than fried eggs, and I can't stop eating one bite at all.

It turns out that chicken and sour cowpeas are a perfect match!

"Wow!"

"Bang dang!"

Chunqing raised his eyes and saw that Song Hui's bowl was already empty, and there was not a drop of soup left.

Moving her gaze upward, Chunqing saw Song Hui staring at her bowl, her eyes shining.

Chunqing subconsciously moved the bowl towards herself.

"Big brother!"

Song Jingruo's somewhat sharp voice came in.