good meal

Chapter 307
Compared with the exquisite and elegant palace, the winding paths here are more suitable for Chu Liangrao's appetite.

Seeing that Chu Liangrao liked it, Madam Du persuaded again: "Princess Master, this courtyard is also empty, why don't we just move here?"

Looking up at Mother Du, Chu Liangrao waved his hands and said, "We'll talk about it when Master comes back."

In fact, it was not just because of waiting for Huo Tainan, Chu Liangrao was hesitant to agree.After all, this move cannot be sloppy, and people have to be invited to count the days and entertain the neighbors. Now that Chu Liangrao is a woman at home, there are indeed many inconveniences.

The last attempt was fruitless, so Mother Du had to give up the idea.

After a short rest, Chu Liangrao returned to his current residence.

Because there were a lot of places to go today, Chu Liangrao felt sleepy as soon as he sat in the warm room.With her chin propped on one hand, she dozed off in the chair.

Seeing her sleepy like this, Ding Xiang said: "Princess, it doesn't matter if you ask the accountant to come later, you should rest first."

Normally, Chu Liangrao would definitely insist on reading the ledger before going to rest, but today she was really tired, so she nodded.

Lying on the bed, Chu Liangrao felt the warmth of Mrs. Tang in the quilt, and hugged the quilt tightly. Chu Liangrao closed his eyes and said, "There's no need to ask the accountant to be in charge, come back tomorrow."

"Yes." Ding Xiang said, put down half of the curtain, looked at the fire again, and then sat outside to watch.

Ding Lan also took her needlework to talk softly with Ding Xiang. Now she is embroidering a bellyband for the little master. Since it is a close-fitting item, she must be extra careful.Not to mention the exquisite materials used, this kind of intention alone is commendable.

Watching her go through the needles, Ding Xiang rested her chin on her hands, and was stunned.

Ding Lan, who was serious about embroidering, focused all her attention on her hands, and didn't notice her strangeness. The two of them stayed together quietly, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Zhu'er poked her head in with a smile, and asked, "You two sisters have worked hard, and this servant has come to see you."

Hearing this, Ding Xiang burst out laughing, and said: "Isn't it just wanting to use the charcoal fire, what are you talking about to see, I really can't see what you are thinking?"

"Hey." With a few silly laughs, Zhu'er took out two sweet potatoes and said, "Good sister, you are the best, just help Zhu'er."

"Look at this sweet talker, I really feel sorry for not helping you." Ding Xiang stretched out her hand and said, "Bring it here."

Zhu'er hurriedly handed the two cleaned sweet potatoes to Ding Xiang, and said, "If it wasn't for Masi's not letting them eat, why bother my sisters?"

Hearing this, Ding Lan put down her needlework and joked, "You little greedy cat, look at your face, your waist, and your legs."

When Ding Lan mentioned a place, Zhu'er used her hands to block a place, but when she found that she couldn't block it, she couldn't help muttering: "It would be great if I could be like Nezha in the story told by the princess."

Seeing that Zhu'er didn't see the point, Ding Lan couldn't help laughing: "If you really want to grow into superhuman, what's the point?"

Sticking out her tongue, Zhu'er patted the thick bangs on her forehead and said, "Actually, you're not that fat."

Ding Xiang, who had buried the sweet potatoes, turned around and said, "If it weren't for the Ma Sijia to control you, I'm afraid you would have turned into a ball. Also, why don't the Ma Sijia let you eat sweet potatoes? What do you think?" Say, every time you eat it, what kind of fumes do you get?"

"Cough." Zhu'er blushed, begging, "My good sister, please stop talking."

"You still know how to be ashamed, say, who is it baked for today?" Ding Xiang tortured.

"How can anyone..." Zhu Er unnaturally tapped the ground with her toes.

Seeing that she was embarrassed to say it, Ding Xiang didn't ask further, just said: "You eat this, I'm afraid you don't have to go into the kitchen today, do you want to be lazy again, so you come to roast sweet potatoes?"

"That's not true, it's just that I haven't eaten for a few days, so I really panic." Zhu'er argued.

"Some days?" Ding Lan looked at Ding Xiang in feigned surprise, and said, "Didn't you eat it the day before yesterday, don't you remember?"

Zhu'er, who was teased, was so embarrassing, her face flushed red.

Seeing her like this, Ding Xiang waved her hands and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, come over and enjoy the fire, it won't be too late to go there after you are done."

Right now there are chefs sent by Ma Si's family and Zhu Yong's family in the kitchen, so apart from the helpers, Zhu'er really doesn't have much work to do, and it is precisely because of this that she has the time to jump over to find Ding Xiang and Ding Lan .

When the three of them got together, they thought of Zhen'er, but Zhen'er and Mother Du went to get some things from the old lady, so they couldn't sneak chat with them.

While chatting and laughing, the sweet potatoes were also cooked. Zhu'er dug out the hot sweet potatoes, touched her earlobe from time to time, and let out a suppressed gasping sound from her mouth.

"How do you use your hands?" Ding Lan hurriedly took a piece of soft cloth from the sewing basket at the side, stretched out her hand to wrap it, and wrapped the baked sweet potato, then she handed it to Pearl and said, "Stupid girl .”

Holding the warm soft cloth, Zhu'er happily rubbed against Ding Lan and said: "Sister Ding Lan is indeed ingenious, Zhu'er thank you." After finishing speaking, she ran out of the house.

Seeing her joyful appearance, Ding Xiang said helplessly: "It's like a child who can't grow up."

"Yes." Ding Lan felt the same way.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but they ignored one point, that Zhu'er was able to be so active, thanks to the care of Chu Liangrao and them.After Zhu'er left, Ding Lan started sewing again. This time Ding Xiang was not idle, and started sewing beside her.

Ding Xiang already has a foundation, so Ding Lan doesn't need too much guidance, she just needs to help her in narrowing the needles that she is not good at.

While doing work, Ding Xiang said, "Who did that girl Zhu Er give the sweet potato to?"

"I don't know who the servant is, but the servant knows that she will never give it to the Ma family."

"Pfft, I don't see that you have learned how to make fun of people now."

At this time, Zhu'er in their mouths was gnawing on the hot roasted sweet potatoes, her cheeks puffed up: "I'm kind enough to give you roasted sweet potatoes, it's fine if you don't appreciate it, and I won't use it after saying anything, hum! Without you I can eat an extra piece, how good, hiccup!" Covering her mouth, Zhu'er looked at the large piece of sweet potato that was purposely left, and suddenly felt full.

Zhu'er said to herself: "It's just this one piece, I don't believe I can't eat it! Hiccup!"

Seeing her hiccupping and gulping, not far away Ding Er looked helpless.He couldn't see what this little girl meant to him. In fact, he also had a good impression of Zhu'er, but he was a servant of the Chu family until his death, so why bother to harm other women?

(End of this chapter)