Three points are destined, seven points depend on face

Xia Chuntao is already familiar with this.

Fungus, bean curd stick, vermicelli, rice cake...soak the ones that need to be soaked.

Fish, shrimp, mutton, chicken, frozen tofu...thaw what needs to be defrosted.

Xia Chuntao asked Anzi and Alai to go to Aunt Li's house in the village and buy some tofu, bean skin, and bean sprouts. In addition to the cabbage, potatoes, lotus roots, etc. in the home cellar, all the ingredients are ready.

After the mushroom and chicken soup base was cooked, he divided it into three portions, giving one portion each to Ling Qingxuan and Mr. Yan, and keeping one portion for himself.

All the ingredients, together with the new copper pot, were delivered to Ling Mansion by Xuan Er.

At this time, it was time for lunch, and everything was just right.

"In this weather, eating from a pot is indeed the most comfortable thing! Madam Xia is really thoughtful!" Yan Hong praised after taking a sip of the hot chicken soup.

As Yan Hong spoke, he dipped the mutton into a dish of dry ingredients prepared by Xia Chuntao. It was very spicy. “A little wine at this point would be perfect!”

So, Ling Qingxuan and Yan Hong drank together while eating.

Ling Qingxuan rarely ate from pots in the past because he thought it was unhygienic. However, what Xia Chuntao gave him and Yan Hong were small copper pots, each of them cooked their own food, but they also tasted a bit of it.

This person, if she wants to, can make you feel thoughtful and cared for in every possible way.

Ling Qingxuan was confused and felt a little warm in his heart.

Don't know what she is doing?

……

When Ling Qingxuan's carriage was about to arrive at Daxi Village, he regretted his whim.

Running to see a woman was unique in Ling Qingxuan's life. Ling Qingxuan's rational mind seemed to have stopped working at this time. Maybe it was because of drinking?

Just think of it as... look at your partners!

The carriage drove to a small hillside, and Ling Qingxuan saw a large wooden basin sliding down the hill. The speed of the sliding was getting faster and faster, and with the sound of children screaming, it continued to slide towards the road down the hillside.

When the wooden basin stopped, two little dolls with pink makeup climbed out of the basin, laughing.

A child's voice shouted from the hillside: "Quick, take the basin away, don't block the road!"

The two little children pulled the hemp rope on the basin and moved the wooden basin away.

Immediately afterwards, two slightly smaller wooden basins slid down the mountain. At the bottom, two slightly older children climbed out of the wooden basins. The younger one said: "It's so fun, brother. Let’s go up again!”

Ling Qingxuan looked at the children laughing indulgently and thought of his long gone childhood.

These children must have parents who love them.

Ling Qingxuan was about to tell the guards to move on when he saw a wooden basin rushing towards the carriage. It turned over ten steps away from the carriage. After a while, a head popped out of the basin. Facing Ling Qingxuan's carriage.

The four eyes met each other, there was no lingering affection, no sparks flying, just... dullness.

Xia Chuntao really wanted to retract her head into the shell... into the basin!

To be honest, I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

Ling Qingxuan finally couldn't help it and laughed.

Sure enough, it was the right time to come here.

The guards were all shocked. They had never heard the prince laughing so wantonly!

The hearty laughter lingered in Xia Chuntao's ears, like a magic sound. Xia Chuntao got up sadly and quickly, and walked to Ling Qingxuan's carriage expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Ling Qingxuan actually wanted to say: "I just came to see what you were doing, and now I know."

Thinking that Xia Chuntao might get angry after saying this, she changed her words and said, "It's snowing heavily today. Let's see if there is anything you need help with."

Xia Chuntao waved her hand boldly, "Everything is fine here, and the workshop is open normally, so there is no big impact."

Ling Qingxuan pointed to a few children on the slope, "Are those your children?"

Xia Chuntao nodded, "Yes." Her voice was full of pride.

"It's a rare occasion for you to come here, why don't I take you to the workshop?"

"You don't want to play anymore? I think it's quite interesting."

Xia Chuntao's face turned suspiciously red, "I'll just join in the fun. Country games can be played at any time. It's not easy for you to come here."

Xia Chuntao called the children and bowed to Ling Qingxuan.

In fact, we met at the "Zhenwei Building" last time, but Ling Qingxuan didn't pay attention to the children at that time.

Look now, this fool is really lucky.

Regardless of whether he is his own child or picked up, there is no choice in appearance or appearance. He does not look like a native farm boy at all.

Is this called "foolish people are lucky"?

Xia Chuntao gave some instructions to the children and then took Ling Qingxuan to the vermicelli workshop.

When Ling Qingxuan entered the workshop, he felt that it was clean and tidy, and the workers in uniform work clothes were busy in an orderly manner. Although some people looked at him curiously, they quickly returned to work.

Ling Qingxuan nodded secretly, good management!

"The entire vermicelli production requires five steps, cleaning, crushing, sedimentation, powdering, and drying. Each workshop is a process, and each process is indispensable." Xia Chuntao pointed to each workshop and introduced it to Ling Qingxuan With.

"This crusher was invented by Father Shuanzi. Do you remember, Father Shuanzi? He was the one who invented the scale last time. He was very powerful. If we didn't have this crusher and relied on people to do the cutting, the output would be severely affected. The impact was immediate.”

Watching Xia Chuntao talk eloquently, she no longer looked stupid like she had just turned into a turtle. Ling Qingxuan had to admit that although this person was usually aloof, he was still very serious about his work.

"This is currently the place where luncheon meat is produced. Because I am experimenting with the shelf life, I am not sure whether it can be mass-produced, so I haven't hired many employees yet."

Ling Qingxuan tasted the lunch meat as soon as it was made. It was indeed very different from the meat he usually eats. The biggest feature was: tender. Even an eighty-year-old man can eat it without any pressure.

"How do you get the idea to make these things?"

This has always been a question in Ling Qingxuan's mind. After all, Xia Chuntao grew up in the countryside, so it was strange to have such whimsical thoughts.

Xia Chuntao started to lie, "Well... I am a person. I have no other preferences, just that they taste better. When I just... recovered, there was nothing at home. I saw that ground beans were cheap, so I bought them and ate them. I thought of something. I made some different dishes and made vermicelli."

Ling Qingxuan looked at Xia Chuntao with a half-smile, "You really can afford to be a foodie."

Xia Chuntao grinned, "Can you put it more tactfully?"

"Oh? How tactful?"

"You can say that the wisdom of the people should not be underestimated! I think it is better to say that."

Ling Qingxuan slightly raised the corners of his lips, put his hands on Xia Chuntao's shoulders, and lowered his head to get closer to her.

Xia Chuntao's body stiffened instantly. This... in broad daylight... isn't it good?

She heard Ling Qingxuan say in her ear: "Stop dreaming, foodie."