After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 64
Chu Yaoqing rummaged around, but found no half steamed buns, only some fresh ingredients.

He had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and said, "Second brother, come light the fire, I'll order a bowl of egg noodles."

Although she is the third lady of the Hou Mansion, she often cooks with her mother, so she is not a daughter who does not touch the sun and spring water.

"Row."

A moment later, Chu Ye straightened up proudly and wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

Such a trivial matter really did not bother him, Second Young Master Chu.

Glancing at the black and gray face, Chu Yaoqing suppressed a smile and quickened the kneading movements with her hands.

The stove is hot, and the white smoke is lingering in the pot. Scoop a ladle of boiling water into a porcelain bowl, wash away the prepared seasonings, and the aroma immediately hits the nostrils.

Chu Ye was very hopeless and found out that he was hungry... oh no, he was hungry.

"Why don't you add another bowl?" He said confidently, "Otherwise, my little sister will eat alone, how lonely she will be."

"Know it."

In response, he suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look outside.

The young man leaned against the door frame with folded arms, under the loose robe, one long leg was half-bent against it, and the other was stretched straight, in a very casual posture.

He raised his chin slightly, staring at the vast night.

To be honest, Chu Yaoqing was a little afraid of this brother.

However, perhaps as the younger sister said, it is time to try to get along again.

"Brother, do you want a bowl too?"

He froze for a moment, met the girl's slightly embarrassed eyes, and said with a smile:
"No, let's go."

Watching Chang Chang's back go away, Chu Ye's thoughts surged.

Pei Lingfei was right.

Feeling unwilling.

Even if Chu Mu had nothing to do, he was still the eldest son.

On the other hand, no matter how hard I try, I can't turn over.

Comparing again and again, living under the shadow of each other.

So rather than obeying his father's wishes, it is better to say that he is unwilling to make trouble.

It turns out that the hidden thoughts are so ugly.

It was so ugly that I began to feel ashamed of myself.

In the quiet training hall, the candles flickered.

Suppressed conversations and rustling sounds drifted out.

"Eat while Uncle Ji is away."

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Eccentric, why is there no egg in my bowl?"

"Chu Ye, you have to be ashamed."

"Okay, okay, second brother, I'll give you half."

"It's still the best little sister."

There are two people on the roof of the tallest attic in the Hou Mansion.

One was sitting cross-legged, the other was holding a paper bag, and while watching the lively scene in the training hall, he picked up something and threw it into his mouth.

"The newly opened shop, does it taste right?" Lin Fu asked curiously.

He finished chewing with a happy face, and continued to the second piece, but it was the same answer as before:
"wrong."

"Then what is the smell in your memory?" Lin Fu was unhappy.

Before going to bed, he was dug up and bought some snacks for the young master to enjoy.

As a slave, I resigned to my fate.

But in the past few years, I bought it no less than a hundred times, but I still can't get a word of affirmation from the master, which is very aggrieved.

The phoenix eyes were lowered, as if looking at the food in the palm of her hand, or recalling something, and finally murmured:

"Softer...sweeter."

"Still sweet?" Lin Fu was dumbfounded.

Just by looking at it, I know that this thing is terribly boring.

No matter how sweet it is, what kind of terrifying taste will it be.

Breaking the heads of the brothers, I am afraid that this person's hobby is actually soft and glutinous lotus root starch osmanthus cake.

"Why don't you join them?" She pouted downward.

After eating the last piece, he wiped off the sticky fingertips:

"It's boring."

In the darkness, Lin Fu expressed doubts with his eyes.

boring?So it's fun to run to such a high place and enjoy snacks all by yourself?
He was noncommittal, and suddenly said lightly:
"Send someone to investigate what happened in Qingqiu Garden 16 years ago."

Qingqiu Garden, the forbidden area of ​​the Hou Mansion, is said to be the former residence of the Da Furen.

(End of this chapter)