Mo Yanliang

Chapter 205 Winter Solstice ([-])

Yan Jingshen and Mo Qianli entangled for a long time, until Fu Bi came and was able to escape.

Back at Changwuju, Bosi Prince's Mansion, he took out the small box and opened it.

The dumplings were intact, with neat and beautiful pleats. It looked like Xia Yueliang had made them herself.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Devil Pepper is an extremely serious person, and he can even be said to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

For example, when it comes to making dumplings, there are obviously so many simple ways to make dumplings, and a skilled person can squeeze one of them with both hands.

But she likes bags with pleats one by one, not only beautiful, but also fast.

He has eaten it so many times that even he has been used to it. He has to see the neat folds to feel that the dumplings taste right.

However, not long after he got used to something wrong, he never ate dumplings that tasted right again.

Every winter solstice, he would give Devil Pepper a bowl of glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame seeds. Although she would not refuse every time, she did not return the gift.

The dumpling filled with half leek pork filling and half celery beef filling has become a delicacy that he can only eat in his dreams.

After reliving his life, the delicacy in the dream became real food, but he was not willing to eat it at all.

"My lord, why are these dumplings packed in a box?" Dou Bao asked curiously.

Muyu was a quiet child, but he looked at him curiously.

Yan Jingshen said warmly: "Because these dumplings are too precious, they should be packed in a box."

Bean buns and wooden fish are even more incomprehensible.

They don't know whether dumplings are precious things, but eating them is no different than other things, and they will break if they are put in a box.

Seeing the two children staring at each other, Yan Jingshen rubbed his face vigorously.

He must be crazy.

The most important thing to do right now is to try to get the Devil Pepper back, instead of reminiscing about the past with these dumplings.

"Doubao, send these dumplings to the small kitchen to warm up, I'm a little hungry."

"Yes." Doubao happily picked up the box and ran out.

Muyu was even more confused, and stared at him blankly.

Yan Jingshen rubbed his little head: "Why are you in a daze, have you learned all the boxing techniques that Brother Thirteen taught you?"

Mu Yu nodded quickly: "The little one has already learned it, so I'll call and show you to Young Master."

He has always been honest, and he really practiced one move at a time in the room.

The bean buns came back soon, and Yan Jingshen shared half of the dumplings with the two little guys.

The three masters and servants get together, and one eats better than the other.

Because the weather was too cold, it was rare for Wen Ziqiao and Su Jun to sleep late.

When the two entered the main room, Yan Jingshen had just stuffed the last dumpling into his mouth.

Wen Ziqiao looked at the oil stains around Doubao's mouth, and felt his stomach growling with hunger.

"Senior brother Jing, what good food are you three hiding?"

Dou Bao smiled proudly: "Young Master invites us to eat dumplings, the beef stuffing is delicious!"

"Wow!" Wen Ziqiao sprinted over, pinching Doubao's small face with both hands.

"You little guy actually eats alone, Brother Thirteen treats you so well for nothing!"

Dou Bao said vaguely: "There are some delicious ones in the kitchen, I'll go get them for Brother Thirteen."

Wen Ziqiao patted his little butt: "That's right, hurry up and get me and your eleventh brother something to eat."

The bean bag pulled the wooden fish, and the two little guys went to the kitchen together.

Wen Ziqiao moved closer to Yan Jingshen, and said with a smile, "It snowed so much last night, where did Brother Jing go all morning?"

Yan Jingshen saw him laughing meanly, and scolded with a smile: "Of course I went to study at the Grand Master's Mansion, do you think I sleep like a pig like you?"

Wen Ziqiao yelled: "Eleven is asleep too, why do you only talk about me?"

Su Jun sat down beside Yan Jingshen, and lazily said, "I'm asleep, but I don't look like a pig."

Wen Ziqiao quit and punched him.

Yan Jingshen clenched his fist: "You guys just spare me, if you get together, you will know how to make a fuss."

Wen Ziqiao said: "Brother Jing, tell me the truth, where did the dumplings mentioned by Doubao come from?"

Yan Jingshen didn't intend to hide it, and said with a smile, "Of course it was brought back from Xia's family, and Miss Xia made it herself."

"What?" Wen Ziqiao and Su Jun exclaimed at the same time.

In their impression, the third girl from the Xia family was very cold and indifferent to Senior Brother Jing.

Although they haven't followed Brother Jing to the Grand Master's Mansion for a long time, this change is too big, okay?
A girl, especially a noble daughter from a high-ranking family in the capital, cooks food for a man with her own hands, which is too telling!

Even Su Jun couldn't hold his breath this time.

He grabbed Yan Jingshen's shoulders and asked eagerly, "Senior Brother Jing, are we going to have a sister-in-law soon?"

Wen Ziqiao also said: "That's right, my sister-in-law is not only noble and beautiful, but also very virtuous. Brother Jing is really blessed."

Yan Jingshen said helplessly: "Can you two stop being so excited? It's just a few dumplings, I wish I could think of my next life!"

Su Jun said: "Senior brother Jing, everything should be done while the iron is hot, you must not miss this opportunity."

Wen Ziqiao echoed again: "That's right. Tomorrow is Miss Xia's birthday. Brother Jing must perform well, and he must not be compared by those few."

Yan Jing couldn't bear the two of them anymore, and stood up with a smile.

"Both of you eat your breakfast slowly, and I'll go to the concubine's side."

Wen Ziqiao suddenly said: "I see, the princess must know that the daughter-in-law-to-be is celebrating her birthday, and she has already prepared a gift. No wonder Senior Brother Jing is not in a hurry."

"It's whatever you say, go down later and get ready, and come with me tomorrow to celebrate Grand Master Xia's birthday."

The Ming family did prepare a gift.

A rosewood screen and a set of twelve fans.

Both things are very precious, and the value is basically the same.

She was hesitating which one to choose when she said that the depth of field had arrived.

"Shen'er is here?" Ming's waved at him: "Come and help my concubine to come up with an idea, which one is more suitable for Grand Master Xia."

Yan Jingshen was not in a hurry to look at the presents, but asked, "My concubine is going to attend Taishi Xia's birthday banquet, does the lord know?"

Ming said with a smile: "You underestimate the prince too much, you still have this kind of tolerance.

Furthermore, when Taishi Xia celebrated his birthday, everyone from His Majesty to local officials carefully selected gifts.

If he ignored it, wouldn't it be too eye-catching?

These two things were sent over by him last night, you can help Concubine Mu see which one is more suitable. "

Yan Jingshen walked up to the screen and took a closer look.

The red sandalwood base is both precious and elegant, and the four landscape paintings are embroidered, which looks like a master's handwriting.

Looking at the twelve fans again, at first glance, they are far less precious than the screens, but after a closer look, it is discovered that they are actually the works of Mr. Chu Li, a master of calligraphy and painting in the former dynasty, who sealed his pen in his later years, and their value is immeasurable.

(End of this chapter)