She Song

Chapter 163: "Slots" and Fighting Songs
Flour, fresh meat, water spinach, eggs, leeks, fungus, onions, ginger and garlic, rolling pin, vinegar.

When everything is placed on the table, there is no need to say what to do.

Since ancient times, from south to north, China has been at the top of the foodie nation for no reason.

Of course, except for the confused Maode and Xiaowei, two people who don't touch the spring water... well, it seems that the blinking Huande also has to be excluded.

Dumplings should be called "jiaozi" in this period.

Therefore, the three girls first made sure that they knew this kind of food and had even eaten it, but did the coins have something to do with these various ingredients?

Xiaowei was the first to pick up an egg and said with certainty: "Brother Yao, stop lying, these are clearly chicken eggs. The coins in the kitchen look like crescents, that's not the case!"

Han Xiaoyao said mysteriously: "I have learned spells and can use them to make money, but I need a helper..."

Although she didn't believe that the other party knew magic, Xiaowei was still willing to help. After all, washing the ingredients seemed more interesting than being bored in the house.

Under the meaningful eyes of the big leader, Huan Die couldn't help but apply to chop the minced meat with his left hand.

Han Xiaoyao poured some flour into the basin and washed her hands to prepare the dough, but Zhao Fujin was confident that she could do the job.

Xiaowei was shocked. With His Royal Highness Maode's noble status, how could he do such a lowly thing?

"Sister, I'll do it when everything is tidied up here."

At Zhao Fujin's insistence and after negotiation, Han Xiaoyao let her be responsible for adding water and flour, and made the dough herself.

Han Xiaoyao felt that the noodles were a little dry, so he asked for more water.

Zhao Fujin, who successfully applied for the job, was so excited that he added a glass of water.

Obviously there is too much water, so we can only add powder, but there is a little more powder...

Han Xiaoyao couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the water ladle and added an appropriate amount of water. Otherwise, everyone would have had steamed buns for lunch.

From Huan Die's point of view, no matter how well the dignified King of Zhenbei treated his subordinates, the shock of being able to knead dough and make money for his wife by himself was more powerful than the gunpowder transported into the imperial garden.

This can no longer be described as love, right?
And the willful Tian Family Emperor Ji's willingness to put down her identity to help was beyond her expectation. Although the two men and women acted ridiculously, for some reason, Huan Die felt that they were becoming more and more suitable for each other.

It's not that the whole family does not enter the house!

I can’t control it!

Looking at the flour marks on the back of his hands, Zhao Fujin's face turned red again.

Mr. Yao was so rude that he snatched the water ladle in front of everyone. Inevitably, the two of them had skin-to-skin contact for the first time.

Not hearing what Maode said, Xiaowei looked up and found him sitting blankly, with a beautiful face, and asked with concern: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Seeing everyone's attention, Maode quietly turned over the back of his hand and said deliberately: "Oh, I can't even add water. It's really embarrassing..."

Xiaowei was about to defend Maode when Han Xiaoyao patted the soft dough and said, "Practice makes perfect. It's your first time doing something. What's the shame in not doing it well? And everyone has their own hobbies and talents, so be good at what you like." It's great if you can do something well. Well, I think you should also have something that you are good at, right?"

Xiaowei proudly answered for Maode: "Sister, I am proficient in singing, dancing, calligraphy and painting, and I don't usually do such menial work!"

In order to please his father, who claimed to be a romantic, Maode knew how to please him since he was a child, so he worked hard in singing, dancing, calligraphy and painting.

Han Xiaoyao raised his thumb and praised: "Literary and artistic work is difficult, but being able to master everything is amazing!"

Zhao Fujin quickly denied it humbly, but it was obvious that he was in a proud mood.

Huan Die rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "Brother Yao sings very well, and many people like it..." Zhao Fujin and Xiao Wei both stared at Han Xiaoyao.

He can sing?Also, sounds good?
True or false!
Although she didn't quite believe it, Xiaowei really wanted to hear it, so she rolled her eyes and said deliberately: "A grown man can only recite poems and compose poems, how can he know how to sing? Sister Huandie, please stop coaxing people!"

Huan Die didn't think it was a big deal, and deliberately provoked: "It's very simple. If you don't believe me, just compare!"

"It's a competition! My sister will definitely win!"

"Hey, we haven't competed yet, we still don't know who will win!"

Zhao Fujin couldn't help but find it interesting to hear Huandie supporting Han Xiaoyao.

Singing and dancing are skills that women are good at. Moreover, the opponent is just a handyman and has not received strict training at all. It is almost impossible to win.

However, I used to sing for the elders, but today I am helping with the cooking, which is self-defeating. It would be nice to sing a little song just to cheer up.

After clearing his throat, Zhao Fujin sang a song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" tactfully, which immediately won the applause of everyone.

It really sounds good!

Different from Li Shishi's gorgeous singing, Zhao Fujin's voice is more solemn and solemn, as if looking down on the common people, setting off the otherworldly ethereal!
Generally speaking, Zhao Fujin's body inadvertently revealed traces of elegance and purity.

After singing the song, Xiaowei put the washed cabbage into the plate and said proudly: "How was it? Brother Yao, tell the truth, is my sister singing well?"

More than ten years of skills are laid out there, and it seems to be inspired by the feelings. The artistic conception is lofty, how can it be judged as good or bad?
"The music is haunting and non-stop for three days! Miss Jin has extraordinary talent, I admire her!"

Huan Die got Di Ji to sing for free, and was already satisfied. He immediately gave up and directly judged Maode to be the winner.

You must not support the future princess with all your heart. Others who want to support you have not yet had the chance!

Suddenly, Huan Die also realized that Han Xiaoyao's arrangement of Di Ji's master and servant into his house did not seem to be a hasty decision.

Could it be that he wanted me to get close to and help Princess Maode?So, is this a way to warn the Daming Mansion faction behind Shen Erniang?
Although Xiaowei was very satisfied when the other party decisively admitted defeat, Xiaowei still asked Han Xiaoyao to sing a song.

"Brother Yao, a man must keep his word. My sister has already sung it, so you can't cheat!"

"What are you singing?" Han Xiaoyao said to himself.

Huan Die said directly: "Brother Yao sang the minor tune with great momentum last time. Let's sing it again!"

A man should be self-improvement?But the environment was not suitable for the audience, so Han Xiaoyao changed to a warm "little tune".

"When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are drowsy..."

At first, Xiaowei covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back laughter.

Where can anyone sing like this?Such a strange and embarrassing singing voice, and the words and sentences are not in rhythm, it is completely amateurish!

However, Huandie knew that this kind of singing became more interesting the more she listened to it. In order to avoid interference, she simply closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Zhao Fujin had never heard such a strange form of singing, and she didn't even think it was a song, but she heard the melodious and soothing melody, which made people feel relaxed and peaceful.

Of course, although the lyrics are not too sophisticated, the artistic conception is excellent. Especially for women, the most romantic thing is a man’s long-term love and companionship.

Poetry sings ambition, song conveys love...

I feel the emotion when I sing the song "Bright Moon", the infatuation for convenience and the song "When You Are Old", the heartstrings resonate in the melody, gently ripples in layers.

(End of this chapter)