Sir, can you marry me?

Chapter 48

Zhao Mingtang had already found out the uses of the various parts of the stove, and said, "Wen Qing, there is hot water in the small cylindrical water pot next to the cauldron." As long as someone burns a cauldron, the diameter of the side of the cauldron is about four or five Inch cylindrical pots will be heated together, and the water inside will be heated to a boil.

"I see." Xiao Wenqing said, carefully opened the tea pot, grabbed a few dark reddish-brown tea leaves from inside, held them on his fingers, and checked to make sure the tea leaves were tender.

The black tea that Zhao Mingtang bought was relatively old and cheap, so Xiao Wenqing grabbed a bunch and put it in the teapot, scooped boiling water from the water pot with a small copper spoon and started making tea.After brewing the tea, she was not in a hurry to serve the tea, but checked some porridge in the big pot.Seeing that the rice grains had been boiled until they bloomed and the porridge was very sticky, he said, "My lord, the porridge is already cooked, so don't add any more firewood to the furnace."

Zhao Mingtang nodded, stood up and patted the twigs and sawdust on his body.

Xiao Wenqing found three large bowls in the bamboo cupboard in the kitchen. First, he took out the flat bamboo basket and the wooden grid with the Chinese character “井” in the pot, and filled three bowls of porridge. , and start looking for pallets.

Zhao Mingtang knew what she was looking for, and said: "Wen Qing, ordinary people don't pay so much attention." He paused, and said: "I'll serve it, don't burn it." As he said, he brought two servings. The bowl of hot porridge walked out quickly.

"Don't burn it." Xiao Wenqing said nervously, and immediately took out another large bowl from the kitchen, put the bowl containing the hot porridge into the empty bowl and picked it up again, then carried the hot porridge in one hand and steamed buns in the other to the main room Delivery in the living room.

"If you can't find a tray, why don't you wrap it in a cloth and bring it here?" In the living room, maybe Zhao Mingtang's hands were burning, his wife Zhao Mu was talking about him, when she saw Xiao Wenqing bringing hot porridge and steamed buns, she hurried forward to pick them up.She had seen Xiao Wenqing's hands. They were so tender that calluses could hardly be seen. How could they do rough work in the kitchen?
"Mom, I don't burn my hands like this." Xiao Wenqing said, put the two stacked bowls on the table, and then separated the two bowls.

Zhao's mother looked at it, and immediately praised: "After all, a person who has read is smarter than a rough person."

Zhao Mingtang looked around, with a smile on his lips.She is indeed very smart.

Zhao's mother took out a wooden tray from the corner of the living room and said, "Last night was a bit messy, I forgot to put the tray back in the kitchen. Wen Qing, there are several pickled side dishes in the kitchen, let me tell you where they are." She walked out of the living room.

Xiao Wenqing didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly followed with an empty bowl.

After a while, their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came back with chopsticks, teapots, teacups and two plates of pickled side dishes.

After setting the food on the table, and waiting for Zhao's mother and son to sit down, Xiao Wenqing picked up the teapot and poured tea, then knelt down towards Zhao's mother, raised the teacup high and respectfully said, "Mother, please drink tea."

Mother Zhao took the teacup with a smile, took a sip of hot tea that didn't burn her mouth, then helped Xiao Wenqing to sit opposite her, and said, "Okay, you've been busy all morning, and you're also hungry, hurry up and have breakfast .”

On the table of the Eight Immortals, Zhao Mingtang and the head of the Zhao family sat at the head, Zhao's mother sat on his left, and Xiao Wenqing sat on Zhao Mingtang's right.Zhao's mother looked at it, her heart was full of joy, and she would be even happier if a fat boy could sit in the vacant seat in two years.

After breakfast, Xiao Wenqing rushed to clear the table immediately, took the bowls and chopsticks to the well, then took the teapot to the kitchen to add hot water, brought it back, and deftly poured a cup of tea for Zhao Mingtang who was still sitting at the table , "My lord, please drink tea." She said skillfully.

The corners of Zhao Mingtang's mouth twitched, and he said, "Wen Qing, don't be so polite at home." For some reason, he didn't intend to correct her addressing himself.

"Yes, my lord." Xiao Wenqing nodded and said, "I'm going to help my mother wash the dishes." After saying that, she turned and walked out of the main room.

Wen Qing is very adaptable to unfamiliar environments, and she will certainly be able to adapt to more complex environments in the future.

Zhao Mingtang looked at Xiao Wenqing's back, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Wenqing, let me do it. You go back to the house and tidy up. Our family will go out later." Zhao's mother, who was already sitting on the small wooden bench by the well to wash the dishes, said, she couldn't bear Xiao Wenqing's white and tender hands. It got rough.A maid from a wealthy family should know how to be a female celebrity. The Zhao family now has a Mingtang to make money to support the family, and Wenqing can do some needlework when she has nothing to do in the future.

"Mother, let me help you." Xiao Wenqing said, holding the rope of the bucket and putting the bucket into the well, and when the bucket was filled with water, he began to pull the rope up alternately with both hands.

Good weight.

Xiao Wenqing thought to himself, push up hard.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands took the rope in her hand, and lifted the bucket up with two or three strokes.

Xiao Wenqing said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I..."

Mother Zhao, who was washing the dishes, pursed her lips and smiled.

Zhao Mingtang, who snatched the rope to help Xiao Wenqing pull the bucket, said in a deep voice, "You haven't done rough work before, so do less in the future." Seeing her struggling, he was worried that she would be carried by the bucket full of water and fall to the ground. to the well.

"En." Xiao Wenqing whispered, her cheeks were flushed.

"Wenqing, Mingtang and I are here, go back to your room and tidy up." Mother Zhao urged.Today they need to buy a lot of things, and they also need to go to another matchmaker Xu Qian's house to thank the matchmaker.Ming Tang estimated that he would only be on vacation for one day, so they were a little short on time.

Seeing that their mother and son were by the well, Xiao Wenqing left and went back to her room to make the bed.

(End of this chapter)