Ning Nanyou patted her robe with his hands, then gently tied it for her, and scratched the tip of her nose with a smile and said, "A Luo, don't do it yourself. I'll call a few servants over here."

After saying that, Ning Nanyou left the house, exchanged a few servants from the front yard, and found someone to find a few things in the luggage placed in the back cottage, and ordered people to make up the room.

Qianshan cleaned the storefront with the maids in the front hall, and had no time to come to the master bedroom to take a look. Jiang Chengjia sat on the cushion set up for her by the servant, and watched Ning Nanyou command in the yard.

After a moment, the sun rose directly above and shone straight down.

Jiang Chengjia was sweating profusely when he sat quietly. Seeing Ning Nanyou standing in front of him constantly raising his sleeves to wipe his sweat, she couldn't help feeling distressed. Thinking that it was already noon, the whole mansion was probably hungry, so he quietly slipped from the south courtyard to the kitchen to the east, preparing to make some yogurt and cold dishes.

After almost the master bedroom of the North Courtyard was repaired, Ning Nanyou took a breath and turned to find Jiang Chengjia. Unexpectedly, there was no one behind him.

He looked puzzled and grabbed the servant who was wiping the screen wall in front of the yard and asked, "Where has the wife gone?"

The servant said honestly, "It seems like he went to the East Courtyard."

Ning Nanyou immediately understood where the little girl had gone. The stove was in the east courtyard. It seemed that she was going to make meals.

He bent his eyebrows and laughed at himself.

The servant carrying Changmu beside him suddenly felt cold and scared when he saw his lord smiling like this.

The lord has always been serious. Although everyone said that he was as warm as the wind in front of his wife, it also faded away for a while. He has always been as frost as snow, and never smiled like this in front of them, such servants. Now, when he saw it, it naturally made the servant shudder and felt that nothing good happened.

Ning Nanyou noticed the servant's gaze looking at him, so he naturally put away the smile at the corner of his mouth and looked at him coldly.

The servant looked at him and was immediately frightened. He hurriedly lowered his head and hurriedly transported the wooden board in his hand into the house.

Ning Nanyou frowned, not realizing the inexplicable joy in his heart at this moment.

When he stopped in the courtyard and thought, he raised his foot toward the east courtyard.

Before I got close to the kitchen, I could vaguely smell a faint fragrance.

He couldn't help but be surprised. They were just here in this house, and everything was still very old. I guess the prefect Gu An would not prepare ingredients for him in the stove. How could Jiang Chengjia raise the stove so quickly?

He quietly slipped in from outside the yard. When the maid who was cleaning and cleaning in front of the stove saw that the lord was coming, he hurriedly put down the broom in his hand and was about to bow.

Ning Nanyou hurriedly made a move to silence, but the maid did not call out. He looked at the maid with cold eyes and looked at him with his eyes.

The maid was shocked and immediately owed her body, pulling the broom and running out.

"Xiao Cui! Have you washed the celery?" Jiang Chengjia's shouts came from inside. Ning Nanyou held the maid's clothes with one hand and signaled her to answer.

The maid named Xiao Cui hurriedly responded inside, "It's washed!"

"Please bring it in for me." A crisp call came from inside.

Ning Nanyou let go of the maid, glared at her, and signaled her to go out.

Xiao Cui was sweating all over and ran away with a broom, not daring to stay for a moment.

He looked around the yard and saw a basin of clean celery drying on the ancient well on the right, so he picked up the rough pot of pottery and went into the stove.

"Xiao Cui, I just saw that there were still some coriander planted in the small countryside in the backyard. Go and pick some, coriander is indispensable in this cold dish."

Jiang Chengjia squatted on the stove, stuffing firewood into it. When he heard the footsteps at the door, he ordered.

The footsteps were getting closer, but Xiao Cui did not answer. Jiang Chengjia frowned, immediately noticed something was wrong, and turned his head to look vigilantly.

I saw Ning Nanyou standing behind her with a large pot of celery, squinting his eyes and smiling at her.

Jiang Chengjiayi said happily: "Why did Erlang run into the stove? It smells heavy and dirty here, so go out quickly."

As she said that, she got up and drove him out.

Ning Nanyou took several steps in a row and said helplessly: "Take the celery you want first, don't rush to drive me away."

Jiang Chengjia immediately snatched the pottery basin from his hand, waved his sleeves and said, "Let's take it now. You go out first."

"You want coriander, I'll pick it for you." Ning Nanyou refused to leave and said to her with a smile.

Jiang Chengjia was stunned. Seeing that he was sweating and his hair was a little messy. He kept pulling his clothes on his chest, he knew that the wound on his body made him feel very uncomfortable, so he glared at him, "You should rest. If there is another problem with the wound, I am afraid that my mother will join forces with Uncle Ji to drive me out of the house."

Ning Nan snorted and said with a worry: "Mother will not do such things. Uncle Ji dare not do such things. With me here, no one will drive you out of the house."

She was stunned and giggled for a moment: "Okay, OK, I know. But can you tell me where the coriander is?"

The man in front of him had a stagnant expression on his face and shook his head blankly.

Jiang Chengjia shook his head helplessly, then bent down and picked up a basket in the house with a sickle, and stepped out of the threshold.

Ning Nanyou followed.

The two went to the east courtyard together, walked towards the corridor, crossed two gravel roads, and came to a deserted vegetable garden.

It is surrounded by a fence and is in the courtyard of the house.

Ning Nanyou looked at him in surprise and said to himself: "It's rare that Your Majesty has given you a vegetable garden in your house. I really don't have any, but there's only a bunch of messes left."

"I think your Majesty doesn't know. Erlang looked at the backyard wall, which was still a little new. It was not something that had not been built for many years, but was like it was rebuilt in recent years. It must be because the family who lived here before found the land outside the courtyard was fertile, so they circled it and used it as their own vegetable garden." Jiang Chengjia said, pointing to the wall piled up in front.

The walls of the main and guest bedrooms in the courtyard and the hall are very dilapidated, with the walls falling off one layer after another. The blue bricks in front of them are connected to the surface, and they are also very flat with the layer of mud above. They are indeed built in recent years.

Ning Nanyou followed Jiang Chengjia deep into the ground and saw that although the garden had been abandoned for a year or two, the acres were very complete. The ingredient and side dishes were planted. However, no one took care of them for a long time, and the weeds were overgrown here, and the vegetables in the mud were not very good.

Jiang Chengjia squatted in the mud with a sickle, found the coriander growing in the corner, skillfully cut it down and put it into the basket. He then dug out two thin white radish from the ground beside him and threw it into the basket, then stood up.

She looked at Ning Nanyou who was standing beside her and smiled, "Erlang thought he had never done these things before, did he open his eyes?"

Although Ning Nanyou lived a bad life since childhood and was always under the shadow of his father and brothers, his life was still rich and he never lacked anything, but he had never done these jobs.

He coughed a few lightly to relieve the embarrassment on his face.

Jiang Chengjia didn't care and walked back with a vegetable basket.

Seeing that she was preparing to clean the ingredients, Ning Nanyou volunteered, "Let me do it when washing the vegetables? Aluo, you still have something to cook on the stove, you have to look at the heat."

Jiang Chengjia looked at him questioningly, and saw a shiny light flashing in his dark eyes, and he couldn't help but nodded with a bitter smile, "Okay, Erlang, wash it clean."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen and kitchen.

Ning Nanyou stared at the radish and coriander with a lot of soil stuck in the vegetable basket, frowned with beautiful eyebrows, and didn't know where to start.

He found a large basin from the pile, drew a bucket of water from the ancient well, and put all the radish and coriander in it and soaked it.

After a while, a basin of clear water changed, and a layer of mud floated on the surface of the basin.

Ning Nanyou picked up the coriander inside with a disgust face, threw it back into the vegetable basket again, and carefully stretched out two fingers to fish the radish that was sinking in the basin.

After repeated cleaning, it took a lot of effort to clean the soil on it.

Then he cleaned the pottery basin and walked inside with vegetables.

At this moment, Jiang Chengjia uncovered the wooden cover on the big pot, and a scent of fragrance wafted over.

Ning Nanyou walked behind her and saw a large pot of soup in a black pot filled with celery. On the stove on the other side was a small bowl of chopped and cooked mushrooms.

He was stunned for a moment, remembering what he was here to do, and hurriedly said, "Coriander and radish are washed. What are you going to do next?"

When Jiang Chengjia turned around, he saw his look of seeking credit, and felt it was very fresh and interesting. In the past, he never showed such an expression, always with his own calculations, calm and composed, and rarely had the same eager and enthusiastic eyes as today.

She smiled, curled her eyebrows and pointed to the cutting board beside her: "Of course, cut the radish and coriander into diced it. What? Erlang also wants to rush to do this with me?"

Ning Nan nodded solemnly.

The little girl thought for a moment, took the kitchen knife placed beside her, passed it in the clear water, and handed it to him.

"Since Erlang asked himself, then you can cut it."

She smiled brightly, and Ning Nanyou was surprised. He stared at the light kitchen knife in his hand and said disdainfully, "I have been playing with a gun since I was a child. Isn't it just cutting a vegetable? How difficult is it? Aluo, you are used to scaring people."

Jiang Chengjia smiled but said nothing, looked at him quietly, made a call, and stood aside, waiting to watch the show.

Ning Nanyou became a little angry, and took the kitchen knife and the radish and went to the cutting board and chopped it up.

He looked hard like a knife, cutting a good white radish into pieces and was extremely damaged.

Jiang Chengjia stood aside and couldn't stand it. She rushed over and grabbed the kitchen knife and scolded, "Okay! You cut the good radish like you've been ruined by a vicious dog."

Ning Nanyou was pushed back several steps by her. Looking at the messy "carrot corpses" on the chopping board, he argued coldly: "It's because this kitchen knife is too dull and it's not easy to use."
Chapter completed!