The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Long Live Lord, please clarify.

A new lady has arrived in the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and she is very good at cooking tea, Zhong Zhiheng said with a slight smile, raising his eyebrows, It's just that the Empress Dowager pays close attention to it, so she shouldn't be an ordinary person.

Yes, this subordinate understands, please rest assured, Lord Long Live. Dai Jingfeng bowed in a hurry.

Okay, let's go down. Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand.

Yes, this subordinate will leave. Dai Jingfeng bowed and left.

When Zhao Ruhai came in to wait for Zhong Zhiheng to wash, a cup of untouched montmorillonite flowers fell head-on on his boots. Zhao Ruhai immediately felt that the uppers of the shoes were soaked, but he couldn't care less about these, he was so busy on the wet carpet Kneeling down, pleading guilty while kowtow: Long live God, calm down! Long live God, calm down!

What kind of tea are you brewing? How dare you bring this kind of tea to my face? Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, while staring coldly at Zhao Ruhai who kept prostrating, while thinking about the tea he drank in the Compassionate Ning Palace , and immediately became even more annoyed, If you think it's too late, you'll just deal with it like this in the future!

I know my mistake! I know my mistake! Long live Lord, please forgive me! Zhao Ruhai was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe. Facing the wet carpet, he was very puzzled. He always made tea like this. Long live Lord has never been picky, why did he suddenly dislike his craftsmanship today?

What are you still kneeling on? Zhong Zhiheng said coldly, Get out!

Yes, slave, thank you Lord Long En! Zhao Ruhai hurriedly got up from the ground as soon as he heard the amnesty.

Come back! But before taking two steps, Zhong Zhiheng stopped him again.

Zhao Ruhai turned back in a hurry, bowed and said, The servant is here.

Go... Zhong Zhiheng frowned and thought for a long time, then continued, The one who danced well last time...

Liu Chang is here. Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly.

It's her, let her come here. Zhong Zhiheng said lazily.

Yes, this servant will send someone to fetch Liu Changzai. Zhao Ruhai bowed hurriedly.

August 16th, 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

Did I say snoring last night? Did I grit my teeth? Ah Chou sat on the kang, stirring the noodles in the sea bowl, while nervously looking at Lu Mingwei who was sitting in front of the stove and lighting the fire, Talking in sleep ?

I didn't snore or grit my teeth, Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou with a smile while filling firewood into the stove, It's just talking in sleep.

What did I say? A Chou was taken aback, his eyes widened immediately, obviously nervous enough.

Why is Ah Chou so nervous?

Because Ah Chou had a dream last night, a good dream about Zhong Mingwei and her, so can she not be nervous? If you say something that shouldn't be said, wouldn't you be ashamed?

Tell me, you really want to eat noodle soup, Zhong Mingwei said seriously, but the seriousness on his face didn't last long, and he couldn't help laughing, So, today I specially asked you to make it Gnocchi soup.

Cut! Ah Chou looked disgusted and disbelieving, but felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and immediately said with his mouth curled up, Even if I am talking in my sleep, I must mean that I want to eat big fish and meat. How could it be noodle soup?!

Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly, and said a little embarrassedly: Isn't it a long time since I ate?

I still ate it a few days ago. As Chou said, he took a spoon, covered the sticky noodles with one hand, squeezed out a lump from the tiger's mouth, took the spoon with the other hand, and put it in the In boiling vegetable soup.

Zhong Mingwei's gaze followed the white and tender pieces of dough, and he felt miraculous no matter how you looked at it: Girl, this is also what Xiangma taught you?

No, I learned this from Mr. Xie. In the past, sometimes I would send clothes to the imperial dining room. I would stay in the imperial dining room for a while and watch how they cook, Ah Chou said slyly while continuing to squeeze the gnocchi. Di Chong blinked at Zhong Mingwei, But they make meatballs, and I make gnocchi like cats and tigers, isn't it very smart?