Ten years later

Above the river, the blue waves are vast, and a double-layer painting boat walks leisurely in the water.

From a distance, the carved railings echo the carvings of the head and tail, the hull is surrounded by relief auspicious clouds, and there is a morning mist floating on the river, as if it has just sailed out of the fairyland.

A young man in an indigo robe stood at the railing on the second floor, holding a book with an unknown name in his hand, and waiting for word after word in his mouth.

At this time, the crew downstairs sighed: "This child is really diligent, how good it would be if it were my child." ”

Another crew member quipped, "To have such a good child, we have to be like his parents first." ”

The funny story also projects the reality, there are no good conditions for children, how can children read and write without distractions and concentrate on learning.

The two sighed here, and the cook who specialized in providing food came out, she raised her head and beckoned to the little boy on the railing and said softly: "Little boy, the morning food is ready, come down and eat some first, and fill your stomach before you can endorse it well." ”

The white and chubby cook looked kind, and wiped her hands with an apron around her waist, as if she felt that it was disrespectful to talk to a scholar without wiping her hands.

The little boy who was lined with indigo blue clothes was whiter and tenderer, and when he heard that he had something to eat, his tense little face instantly grinned a big smile.

"Thank you, Aunt Zeng, I'll come down." As soon as the words fell, the little boy rolled up the book and stuffed it directly into his arms, and ran downstairs with a slump.

Listening to the hurried footsteps, the anxious Aunt Zeng hurriedly said: "Oh, slow down, slow down~ Auntie will keep it for you!" No rush ha......"

When Aunt Zeng said that, the young man also ran to her, Aunt Zeng really hurt this baby to the bone, she helplessly and distressed: "Hey, hey, why do you feel whiter overnight?" Is it seasickness? It must be that the blood can't keep up, wait for the afternoon lady to cook chestnut and red date chicken for you......"

"Well, good!" When the little boy heard that there was a chicken to eat, he nodded again and again.

The crew on the other side sighed, just after not seeing it overnight, you can see that today is less blood than yesterday?

Is it possible that the clothes lined the child whiter?

This is a turn to make up for this child's body, right?

I don't know if this little body can stand it.

One big and one small just entered the kitchen in the envious eyes of the crew.

The river breeze blew, and the crew faintly heard Aunt Li asking, "Why does your father and mother get up so late every day?" Really, I don't care much about it, and I look at the uncomfortable ...... of the little boy."

The little boy is also Dandan, and his name is Fu Wenyan.

Words and thoughts are gentlemen, and they are as warm as jade.

Dandan said: "Daddy and mother are seasick, just take it slowly." ”

The crew shook their heads, their eyes were full of pity, this baby would really excuse his father, when he patrolled by at night, the movement was not like that of a seasick person.

It wasn't until the scorching sun was in the sky that there was movement in a room on the second floor.

Song Huan rubbed her eyes, sleepy-eyed, looking at the things in front of her with shaking, and she didn't know if it was the ship's reason or her own reason.

Fu Yuanzhi pinched Song Huan's face, his voice was a little hoarse, and said, "Madame is awake?" Did you sleep well last night? ”

Song Huan is so old, his brain is a little wasteful, and when he heard this, his face turned red, "Ahem, it's not bad." ”

Fu Yuanzhi brushed the hair on Song Huan's forehead and said, "It seems that I have to work harder for my husband." ”

Song Huan saw that the momentum was not right, so he hurriedly got up and said, "Dandan, I'll go and see him, don't be stupid and don't know how to eat." ”

Fu Yuanzhi was lying on the bed, looking at the busy figures back and forth, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, and the color of satisfaction in his eyes suddenly appeared.

Dan Dan was enjoying the small stove opened by Aunt Zeng, and when he heard the footsteps, he knew that his mother had gotten up.

Song Huan, who had freshened up and dressed up, entered the kitchen, and at that moment, it seemed that there was suddenly an extra mirror in the kitchen, which projected the sunlight outside, and instantly brightened the somewhat dark kitchen by two levels.

The years have not left traces on Song Huan's body, and there is a sense of idleness and laziness in his gestures.

The other people who were eating froze in place, and even if they saw them many times, they could hardly hide the intense visual feast that each time they were shocked by their beauty.

It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful woman already has a ten-year-old child.

Although I don't want to admit it, I still have to sigh at the family's good looks when Fu Yuanzhi also came in, such a beautiful woman is really handsome to a certain height, and the handsome man and beauty have such a good-looking child, which is really enviable.

As soon as Dandan saw his father, he no longer looked like a little adult, and his voice carried Qingyue, which is only available at this age: "Dad, mother." ”

"Dandan, I have chicken thighs to eat today!" Song Huan sat down and gave Dan Dan a big sticker, and his hand was attached to Dandan's little head.

Dandan smiled embarrassedly: "It's Aunt Zeng who is kind to Wen." ”

Dandan's milk name began to reject Dandan's milk name when he was five years old, and when asked by others, he would only call himself Wen Yan, and if he was poked by Song Huan's biological mother, he could only reluctantly admit that he had such a milk name.

But Dandan has been smart since he was a child, he never puts himself in an embarrassing situation, even if he doesn't like the name so much, he won't show his dislike in front of others, he will also say: "This is Daddy's love for Wen Yan." ”

Even if the other party understands this, as long as he doesn't pierce the thin layer of paper in front of Dandan, he can still say it with a comfortable expression.

Song Huan almost kneaded Dandan's own hair into a chicken nest, and Song Huan said softly: "Have you said thank you to Aunt Zeng?" ”

Dandan nodded, "Yes." ”

Aunt Zeng also brought the two bowls over and said: "This child is really sensible, I see that his face is too pale today, I am afraid that there is some lack of qi and blood, so I will make up for the child, so as not to be too tired from reading and cause the body to not keep up, the child is still young, and it is not good if the body collapses." ”

Song Huan looked at the shredded chicken noodle soup in front of her, and she could faintly see a good piece of chicken under the noodles.

Song Huan smiled: "Thanks to Aunt Zeng's care during this time, I don't know how to thank you." ”

Aunt Zeng waved her hand and said politely: "Hey, it is fate to meet, don't talk about this, don't talk about this." ”

This family of three is really eye-catching, this is the happiest trip she has ever had to take on business in her life, and she is also happy to pay for it. It's hard to buy me happy, not to mention how much a few chickens can cost, and besides, the family is generous, and the boat fare is enough to charter their boat for three months, really, it's not bad.

Song Huan ate the shredded chicken noodle soup and sighed, "Aunt Zeng, you really don't have to say anything about your skills, even the imperial chefs in the palace are not as good as you." ”

Song Huan is qualified to say this.

In fact, it's not that the imperial kitchen is not delicious, but no matter how good the taste is, in the silent and boring days in the palace, it can also make the delicious things unpalatable, besides, the process in the palace is cumbersome, and after passing through one checkpoint after another, the taste of the food is already bad.

Aunt Zeng's is different, hot and delicious, just out of the pot, the taste is different, and the most important thing is Aunt Zeng's attitude.

There is a certain connection between the chef's mood and the taste of the dishes, not to mention the taste of home, which is even more cold in the palace.

(End of chapter)