Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

On the way back to the East Factory, the three people in the carriage were silent.

Once people relax, they have more time to start thinking. At this time, it was the meticulous painting pamphlet that Ming Lan brought in Leng Qingtang's mind.

Those still pictures that inadvertently leaped into the eyes were fascinating and fascinating, as if they were ghosts endowed with invisible life. They were violently moving and rolling in front of Leng Qingtang's eyes.

At exactly this moment, Gu Yunxi was sitting beside him, pretending to be a Linglong sign.

Suddenly, evil thoughts grew in his mind. If you push down such a graceful and beautiful little person, and cover her watery and silky body to experience those pictures carefully, and see her charming and enjoyable look (color), I don't know what it will be (thorn ci) Exciting view...

Leng Qingtang only felt that the blood all over her body swelled sharply, and there was an unstoppable pressure somewhere in her body

"Supervisor, how are you doing to Father Ming?"

Gu Yunxi noticed that Leng Qingtang and Cheng Qianhu had serious faces since they got on the bus, and they were puzzled about Minglan's situation.

"Don't worry... he can't die..." Leng Qingtang's absent-minded answer was very perfunctory.

If he can’t die, it means he’s still alive.

Realizing that the superintendent's look (color) was not right, Gu Yunxi did not dare to continue questioning, and closed his mouth and stopped speaking.

Leng Qingtang uncomfortably moved to one side, deliberately distanced himself from Gu Yunxi, turned his hand to lift the curtain of the car window, and took a deep breath against the cold night (color) outside the car, (强qiang) Force yourself to calm down.

Gu Yunxi's body trembled slightly, his arms tightly ringed together. She was wearing a veil with a cigarette cage, and the long-sleeved jacket was not thick, and it was thinner in the late autumn. The night breeze came in, and it was really cold on her body. Seeing this, Leng Qingtang lowered the curtain compassionately.

It is getting closer and closer to the East Factory.

A strong smell of soup floated in. Leng Qingtang looked out of the car and found that he had reached Luoyin Street.

There was only one lantern on the dark and quiet street. It was a small stall selling late night snacks. On the stove next to the trolley, a steaming cauldron was boiled, and the fragrant smell came out of the pot.

"Get off, eat something to warm up!"

As soon as Leng Qingtang finished giving orders, the coachman parked the car immediately. The carriage behind also stopped immediately, and the three of Xiao Xiaoshen jumped to the ground.

"Supervisor, what's the matter?"

Xiao Xiaoshen thought that the governor had ordered something to be done, and ran over quickly. His master Cheng Wanli said to him:

"Wait and go, eat first."

The stall owner is an old man with bright white hair and beard. He is about sixty years old, and when he sees customers patronizing, he greets him with a smile.

Six people gathered around the table, and Deputy Governor Cheng Wanli ordered six bowls of wontons.

After a while, the wontons came out of the pot, steaming in a porcelain bowl, and Yiyi placed them in front of each other, making people feel warm when they looked at them.

Gu Yunxi was indeed hungry.

In the morning, I was busy with Zhu Xuan Hua Su, dressing and dressing and meeting Ming Lan in the afternoon, and then hurried back to the East Factory to change clothes. After some tossing, the food I ate at noon was completely digested (dry gan). Now that the autumn night is cold and cold, she wears less clothes, and feels hungry when she is cold.

Xianxiansu finger squeezed the spoon, picked up a white and fat wonton that was bulging like a pig, and stuffed it into her mouth after a little cooling.

Wontons are so fragrant! Fresh and tender chicken (meat rou) mixed with sesame oil, five-spice powder and less than salt to make (meat rou) minced, chopsticks picks (rou rou) **** and wraps them in the thin noodles of fine flour, and puts them in the old soup made with stick bones. Medium boiled.

(肉rou) cooked out of the pot, eight large wontons in a bowl, sprinkle a few green onion froth into the thick (Milk Nai) white stick bone soup, garnished with a little zbb mobile version Reading URL: m..