Ren clasped her hand: "The big girl has a lot of money, and the fourth brother and sister want to compete with her with her for the gifts, isn't it fair?"

Zheng quickly denied: "No, no, no, my second sister-in-law misunderstood. I don't have that meaning. I just feel a little curious."

Gao was puzzled: "Isn't it Bu Jing?"

Yang shook his head: "Bu Jing was hunted by Feng Junshi. It was a mother and son of wild horses. The mother gave the eldest girl, that is, the eldest girl's mount Yinlan, and the son gave Xiao Chuanyi, which is the current Bu Jing."

Gao explained: "I mean, wasn't Bu Jing the military advisor Feng hunting the big girl and asking the big girl to give it to Chuanyi?"

Yu Jiao smiled and said, "Don't you guess it all, isn't the big girl making longevity noodles?"

Bai Xiuying widened her eyes: "Didn't you hurry to make the longevity noodles?"

Xiao Chuanyi smiled and said, "The gifts given to Chuanyi by a few aunts, sixth aunts and eldest aunts are extremely thoughtful gifts, but they can only be understood but not expressed in words."

Everyone laughed: "This is too perfunctory!"

Mr. Gongsun walked in: "It's not perfunctory or perfunctory, just like me, what I give to Chuanyi is knowledge that cannot be measured with money, and what the big girl gives to Chuanyi is faith, which is also something that cannot be specific."

Bai Xiuying covered her lips and smiled: "Sir, you are cheating. You are obviously not prepared for anything, but you are using knowledge as an excuse."

Mr. Gongsun stroked his beard: "It's done if you know it, it's so embarrassing to say it."

Only then did everyone realize that Liu Yao had never appeared.

Ren was a little worried: "Your Highness Ninth is gone again?"

Yu Jiao smiled and replied: "I was taken to the army early in the morning by Deputy General Wei to encourage the soldiers. Your Highness has a noble status. If he could congratulate the New Year with his soldiers, the soldiers would definitely be happy."

Ren nodded: "So that's it, just don't lose it."

Yang brought his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Mr. Gongsun: "Please write a few Spring Festival couplets for you," said Mr. Gongsun.

Mr. Gongsun smiled: "Young ladies are all descendants of famous families. They have learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. They are just a few pairs of Spring Festival couplets, and they are still waiting for me?"

Bai Xiuying curled her lips: "What sir writes must be better than what we write."

Mr. Gongsun sneered: "There is something in the little girl's words."

Bai Xiuying coughed: "Mr. Feng is preparing meals in the kitchen."

Mr. Gongsun raised his sleeves and said, "Is it enough? Do you want to prepare more red paper? I will write more pairs, even if it is on the door frame of the stable, I have to paste it on it."

Everyone laughed, and the room was filled with laughter.

...

In the kitchen.

There are all kinds of food on the table, some given by the people, and some wild game that Feng Qingchen Ming went to hunt in the mountains.

The firewood in the stove was burning vigorously, and the curling blue smoke rose into the air through the chimney, blowing away the cold mist, and illuminating the hazy darkness by the morning light.

Feng Qingchen was busy working in the kitchen with his waist around him. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his back to the person who came and stretched out his arms: "You are here, tie your sleeves for me, I can't tie it well."

Bai Mingwei picked up the cloth strip next to him, stood behind Feng Qingchen, and rolled up his wide sleeves: "You always like to wear wide robes and big sleeves. There are many inconveniences, so why don't you wear strong clothes?"

"Itchy." Feng Qingchen's low voice came from the front.

Bai Mingwei raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Hmm?"

Feng Qingchen looked back slightly, revealing his beautiful side face: "Your breathing squirted on the back of my neck, itchy."

Bai Mingwei tightened the cloth strip tightly: "Don't blame me, I'm not that high, and I can't breathe on your neck."

Feng Qingchen smiled and said, "But you just raised your head."

Bai Mingwei tied a knot on his shoulder: "Next time I'm behind you, I'll just blow you if I don't raise my head to slap my head."

Feng Qingchen moved his arms: "It's not loose or tight, it's just right."

He took out the little white marten in his arms and threw it onto the stool: "The robe is to facilitate carrying it with you. If it is a strong outfit, it can only squat on its shoulders."

Bai Ming patted the little white marquis on the head slightly, and the little white marquis closed his eyes instantly, revealing a look of great enjoyment.

Realizing that he was so unconventional, it grinned slightly at Bai Ming.

But at this time, Bai Mingwei had long ignored it.

So it makes it lonely.

As soon as Bai Mingwei took up his sleeves, Feng Qingchen pointed to the copper basin on the table: "The flour has been sifted, and it is in the basin. You knead the dough first, and I will teach you how to pull the noodles later."

Bai Mingwei walked over and saw that the flour and water were ready, so he started to knead the dough.

Feng Qingchen was preparing the ingredients and handing over the dough to her completely.

After a while, Feng Qingchen heard the sound of flour being torn apart after it was dipped in his hands, and couldn't help but shake his head and whispered: "There's too much water."

Bai Mingwei added some noodles to it, but it was still unmoved after a long time.

Feng Qingchen reminded again: "There is less water, and the surface cannot be sticky together."

Bai Mingwei had no choice but to ask Feng Qingchen for help: "The noodles are almost used up, why don't you help me?"

Feng Qingchen put down the dish in his hand and walked over to knead the noodles.

He touched the surface and knew how much water should be put. He quickly solidified the surface. The dough was repeatedly kneaded in his hands, but it did not touch his hands.

When Bai Mingwei saw that he was not good enough, he thought about helping with the vegetables.

Just as he was about to touch the vegetable in the basin, Feng Qingchen quickly caught the hand: "Be careful."

Bai Ming frowned slightly: "How could there be a scorpion grass?"

Feng Qingchen explained: "There are fewer vegetables in winter, and only this scorpion grass can withstand the severe winter in the seedling stage. You don't know that this scorpion grass tastes elegant and delicious. Whether it is soup or cold dishes, it is delicious."

Bai Ming asked: "This scorpion grass can stung the hands and also causes nettles to grow on the skin. How to deal with it?"

Feng Qingchen told her: "After blanching it with hot water, it will not stung."

Bai Ming chuckled slightly: "Can you blanch your hands in hot water and you can let go?"

Feng Qingchen was about to let go, but the little vinegar jar stopped dry. When it saw his master holding someone else's hand, it jumped onto the table in anger, picked up the unused flour in the basin and threw it on the two of them.

In an instant, the room was filled with ashes and flour was everywhere.

Feng Qingchen protected Bai Mingwei's head, but he suffered a disaster and lost his face.

He was determined to teach the little white marten a lesson, but the little guy ran away.

Bai Ming looked at him with a dirt face slightly and couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, we are human beings, and we don't care about Diao."

While speaking, Bai Ming took out a veil to dust off Feng Qingchen's face, but dusted some flour into the white silk covered by Feng Qingchen's eyes.

The dust powder caught his eyes, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Just as I was about to reach out to clean up, I was pulled by Bai Mingwei.

"Your hands are still covered with dough, I'll do it."

Feng Qingchen held the curve that was unconsciously raised on his lips, and suddenly looked aggrieved: "It may be better to blow it."

Bai Ming stomped Feng Qingchen's toes with a quick foot: "Speak well."

Feng Qingchen put away his frivolous expression and stood quietly in front of Bai Mingwei.

Bai Ming slightly untie his eyes-covering white silk, lifted his eyelids with his fingers, raised his toes and blew them gently.

The breath is like an orchid, and the face is like the wind.

Feng Qingchen's stinging eyes were soothed and he felt much better in an instant.

I don't know if it's really effective, or if he forgot the pain.

I just felt that the heat from my ears spread to my face, and finally made his head blank and he felt nothing.

Because of this wisp of breath, he had already fallen into something called madness.
Chapter completed!