Husband, Have Dinner

Will she be willing?

Mo Xingle's palms were sweaty, and his heart hung high in the air, waiting for the answer from the bird's nest.

The bird's nest did not look at Mo Xingle, and walked to the princess to salute. "If Mr. Mo welcomes me to the entrance with the gift of being a wife, Coral is willing, if it is by the side..." She spit out the word "No."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Xingle couldn’t wait to speak, for fear that the bird’s nest would misunderstand him, “Of course it’s a true wife, the Ming media is getting married! You will never be wronged!” Then it seemed that he couldn’t grasp the truth, so he cautiously confirmed with her, “You really promise to marry. give to me?"

Only then did the bird's nest look at him, with a thought-provoking smile on his mouth, and his heart jumped when he saw it. He always felt that it was okay to find something to pit himself, so he heard the bird's nest say "There is a condition."

"Human, why do you want to be so tired of digging pits?"

Mo Xingle sighed, wishing to go back a few hours ago with a big ear scraper and waking him up, asking what to ask, is it happily waiting to welcome the bride home to warm the quilt? Have to ask, you are a bitch! Really deserve it, see what you can do now? Bird's Nest asked him to cook a dish to her liking.

Cooking, worrying-forget it, let it go!

The mother and grandmother in the family sat around, each holding an embroidered ball fan in each hand to cover the lower half of their face, you look at me, I look at you, coincidentally glanced at someone busy in the kitchen, and laughed together, "This time it’s I'm serious, it's rare that someone can manage him, and I don't know what the girl looks like?"

"Mother can rest assured, my wife has asked her. The girl was originally named Shangguanyan, she was the daughter of the former doctor of the restaurant department and the daughter of Xu's family. She entered the long princess mansion in order to reverse the case for the family and the daughter of the former imperial kitchen, Wu Qiu. She is clever and has a good cooking skill. Within a few years of entering the mansion, she has been a first-class maid by the princess."

"You say that, I am really curious about that girl. Hey, Xingle hasn't come out for so long. Isn't what he has to do is simple?" The old lady remembered that Mo Xingle had been in the kitchen for a long time, as usual. It shouldn't be difficult for him to make a round. "Go and see?"

After this talk, Mrs. Mo, who is a daughter-in-law, helped the old lady to find her son. There, Mo Xingle took the lacquer tray and walked across the corridor, shouting, "Come, come, delicious!"

The two who had just stood up sat back and couldn't help but laugh when they saw his appearance.

Mo Xingle's apron around his waist has not been untied, and his face, waist and apron are still stained with a lot of flour. The hair on his forehead is wet with sweat and clings to his cheeks. Not only that, but his nose also has a little gray-black furnace ash. , Very embarrassed.

"Mother, grandmother, try it. This is the Lantern Festival I made." He put the two bowls in front of them, watching them deliver the Lantern Festival to his mouth "How does it taste?"

The two laughed and said nothing.

It was the Lantern Festival in a blink of an eye.

The main road of the Royal Street is decorated with lanterns and festoons. When you look up, you can see all kinds of lanterns. The stalls along the street sell riddles, garlands made of jasmine and hairpins, with bursts of sweet fragrance in the middle, which can easily arouse visitors. Memories of Lantern Festival or glutinous rice balls, the glutinous rice **** are sweet and waxy. When you bite into them, the sesame filling inside will flow out. The white skin and the gray and black fillings have excellent visual effects. The wanderers from the south prefer this bite, the people of Beijing. I still like Yuanxiao which has a harder taste.

But no matter who it is, in this busy time, they will take advantage of a bowl of sweet soup, children eating happily, adults eating it, and drawing a successful end to the new year.

The water in the pot is a bit turbid. It is the glutinous rice flour attached to the white dumplings that melts and dissolves in the water. The water is boiling, and the snow-white dumplings are tumbling and sinking in the pot. Use a spoon to poke away from time to time to avoid several The dumplings are held together and stick together and never separated again. Once there is a customer's point, they quickly scoop out four small dumplings from the pot, add a spoonful of sweet water melted by brown sugar, and sprinkle a small spoonful of sweet-scented osmanthus on the surface of the dumplings.

Mo Xingle brought two bowls of glutinous rice **** to the seat next to the stall, where the bird's nest was already sitting waiting for him. The lush black hairpins have silk begonia flowers, which are very imitative, like the clouds at dawn in the sky, and the orange light of the lantern makes her particularly delicate. Mo Xingle's face is red, and his eyes are staggered. The glutinous rice **** in this restaurant are delicious. I used to buy a bowl every time I walked here during the Lantern Festival."

"Yeah." The bird's nest took it with both hands, blowing heat away.

"How?" Mo Xingle asked.

A smile appeared on her face, "The brown sugar water of the sweet soup is added with ginger. The **** has a strong taste, so it will not feel particularly greasy when you eat it. The sweet-scented osmanthus flower adds a bit of fragrance, the white and soft glutinous rice balls, and the reddish brown sugar water. , The last is the sweet osmanthus, golden, it looks delicious, the sesame filling is thick and smooth, very delicious, when we used to be in Nanxun, we would make glutinous rice **** every Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, one year I didn’t remember It’s because the glutinous rice **** have been cooked too much, or something, Ayao made it in another way, and the taste is not bad."

"It's delicious." Mo Xingle saw that the bird's nest face was really satisfied, and he was relieved.

But it was too early for him to rest assured, and the next sentence of the bird's nest asked, "What about you, have you decided what you want to do?"

"..."

Facing his cheeks, a small piece of jade-white wrists were exposed from his sleeves, his eyes seemed to be drawn into the flaming bird's nest, Mo Xingle did not think about it at the moment, holding his breath, still feeling that his forehead was constantly sweating. "this……"

"No?" The bird's nest lowered his eyes, disappointed.

"I……"

Dali Siqing, who has always been creative and quick, was speechless at this moment, and when he saw the bird's nest disappointed, he was even more frantic. When he was about to break the jar, a little girl came over and pulled the bird's nest skirt, which attracted the bird's nest. I looked at her and said, "Sister, a talented brother asked me to give you this letter."

The little girl was eloquent and made it clear about the identity of the person who sent the letter.

The bird’s nest smiled and accepted the letter and thanked him. From his sleeve, he took out the pine nuts and amber candy wrapped in glutinous rice paper, and handed it to the little girl with a few cents. Let her choose her own choice, watching the little girl bite her finger and sink Tangled, and finally couldn't beat the temptation of sugar, grabbed the amber sugar, opened the glutinous rice paper to eat, and urged the bird's nest to read the letter quickly, so she could go back and reply with Xiucai.

She opened the letter and understood what was going on at a glance, deliberately saying, "What is this eve, see this beloved. Zixizixi, what is such a beloved person?"

"Brother Xiucai also said that if your sister reads the letter and is interested, please go to the second floor of the tea house and tell it."

Mo Xingle was instantly stiff. Today is the Lantern Festival. "Since the night is up, men and women are confused." The flow of people is like weaving, and the lanterns illuminate the Iraqi people. This is the easiest time to fall in love at first sight. The bird's nest is at the right time. It is charming and dignified. Anyone who sees it will be tempted, not to mention the old man of his age-a huge sense of crisis has fallen on him. If he does not hurry up, if the bird's nest goes to another home , He could be alone for a lifetime.

no!

He wanted to refuse, but he was not qualified to be the master of the bird's nest.

"Well, you can bring me a sentence," said the bird's nest. Mo Xingle pretended to eat glutinous rice balls, but raised his ears, his skin was tight, and he did not dare to show the atmosphere. Bird's Nest glanced at Mo Xing Le, "Zhijun has his own wife, Luo Fu has his own husband. I wish him a pleasant evening."

The little girl repeated the poem repeatedly and ran into the teahouse to reply.

The sudden crisis, and the sudden change of the cloud, made Mo Xingle make up his mind, "You wait for me here, and I'll be back soon."

"?" The bird's nest watched him walking towards the stall owner, not knowing what he said, and convinced the stall owner to make room for him, Mo Xingle took up his sleeves, and the stall made glutinous rice **** instead of yuanxiao. The fillings are different. The fillings of glutinous rice **** are relatively simple, highlighting the taste of one ingredient. The filling of Lantern Festival consists of sesame walnuts mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus red bean paste, mixed with sesame oil, and kneaded the fillings into knots. The sturdy small balls, then dipped in water, you can start to shake the Yuanxiao fillings, one by one, the dark Yuanxiao fillings are rolled in the white glutinous rice flour, gradually stained with different colors, and in the end, no white dumplings can be seen. It turns out not to be white, just like glutinous rice balls, the cuts are all black.

Shaking the Lantern Festival is not easy. He practiced at home for a long time. His mother and grandmother said that they should move fast and work evenly. It is easy to say, and it is not the same thing when it is done. When it is shaken at home, even the servants are bitter and don’t want to eat. At the time... he finally found the feeling, pretending to be a teacher.

Use bamboo sticks to pierce some holes on the prepared Lantern Festival to prevent oil splashing when you go to the pan. When the Lantern Festival in the oil pan is golden, and there is a circle of small bubbles surrounding the surface, then it is picked up to control the oil. When the Lantern Festival is out of the pot, there will be a burst of oily fragrance. It is no surprise that anyone who smells will think of the fragrant and crispy mouthful. a feeling of.

"Boss, give me a fried...Huh, Lord Mo?"

Smelling the scent of fried Lantern Festival, the people who found them stared at the golden **** in the oil pan for the first time. The smell drifted from here, and they were salivating. After paying, they realized that the "boss" was not an ordinary person. , But his colleague! I couldn't help but widen my eyes, "Master Mo... why are you here?" Selling Lantern Festival at the Lantern Festival Night Market?

Is it because you have a tight hand? Shouldn't it? Still have to investigate the case, so pretend to be a hawker? The colleague's brain replenished, his eyes glanced left and right, and nodded "I understand, I understand."

"I just borrowed the boss's oil pot, your Lantern Festival." Mo Xing was happy to see him misunderstood, and did not intend to say more so as to avoid extra branches. He quickly tied a few with bamboo sticks and put them into a string, and then handed it to his colleagues with zongzi leaves as a consignment. , Handed over the money with one hand and the Lantern Festival, and drove him away.

My colleagues are actually still curious. Looking at Mo Xingle’s reaction is not like handling a case. I didn’t go too far to see Mo Xingle familiarly piercing a string of fried Lantern Festival. Pi Dian Pi Dian handed it to a woman. From his position, I can only see. Mo Xingle was very nervous when he reached the profile of the two of them, and he could feel his nervousness from far away. This fellow was on the same scientific examination with him and went to the palace exam together. The palace exam was easy and relaxed, without the dignity of others. Where is this woman so sacred that she can subdue no pleasure?

Seeing the woman looking at the fried yuanxiao skewers in her hand, and then at Mo Xingle, she seemed a little hesitant. With his encouragement, she took a sip and revealed a silly smile, with a thousand stars in her eyes, and then slowly nodded.

"Wow-bird's nest! Lady!"

"Oh! Mo Xingle, put me down!"

The voices of a man and a woman came back and forth, a happy saying that he wanted to invite a passing customer to eat Yuanxiao, a grotesque but more shy, and the crash of a stool on the ground, the colleagues stared out of surprise——

They have been single for 30 years in Dali Temple, and they succeeded in chasing a happy person on the Lantern Festival.