Husband, Have Dinner

When A Yao put on a thick coat, wrapped tightly all over her body, only showing her small face, the first snow had come down.

"A good year for Ruixue, and a good harvest next year." Mochizuki sat on the Luohan bed, picked Ayao out of the window and was alive, stretched out his hand and then the snowflakes that fell from the sky, and then moved from the room to the small table and put it on the table. In the yard, tables were filled with various cups. "Saozhu~What are you doing?" Mochizuki raised her voice.

Ayao blushed and vomited, "Hey, I'm collecting Chuxue and making tea for Master."

After being fed by Mochizuki for a period of time, the yellow hair girl got rid of malnutrition, her hair was thicker, and her cheeks were much plumper than before.

"Okay, let's play, don't freeze yourself to death." Mochizuki smiled and said to the bird's nest waiting in the house, "Look, A Yao is really getting more and more painful. How much is Chen Xue left in the cellar last year? Rarely happy, I have made tea these few days. He brought me a small red clay stove and black olive nuclei from Quanzhou, the whole set of tea sets and tea, and he said that he wanted me to try theirs. Tea."

Mochizuki said, staring blankly at the falling snowflakes in the sky, and sighed, "I don't know if he is well there. It is always better to see a letter than to see people. No amount of things are as safe and healthy as him. It is another year. It's winter, you said that I brought him the winter clothes, did he receive it?"

Bird's Nest knew that Mochizuki had always had a person in his heart, and that person was far away in the south of the sky.

The catastrophe ten years ago involved too many people. Mochizuki and the person on her heart were separated because of this. In the past two years, the person exiled to the beach finally got in touch with Mochizuki. It seems his situation It's already a lot better, and you can also invite people to bring food to Mochizuki during the holidays.

"We will definitely receive it," the bird's nest said softly.

"Ah, you said a good little year, what frustration am I talking about, I haven't made the glutinous rice **** today." With a cold face, Mochizuki wiped away his tears, preparing to get off the Arhat bed, and suddenly retracted again. Don’t let go of the quilt. "Swallow’s nest, why is it so cold in Nanxun County every winter, so cold that I don’t want to get up."

"Girl, you like it."

"Bird's nest, you are getting less and less cute."

The master and servant bickered, there were several knocks outside the door, the bird's nest opened the door, and as soon as the door opened, the wind mixed with rain and snow blew into the house, and the warm room instantly became a bit cold. "Come in!"

A Yao holding three bowls of hot brown sugar **** soup, the bird's nest hurriedly closed the door, shutting the cold wind outside.

"Master, Sister Bird's Nest, I made **** soup and drank it while it was hot, and it was warm." A Yao divided the **** soup, and said gently that the other people in the courtyard shared **** soup. A bowl of **** soup reached his stomach, and Mochizuki, who was chilling, soon felt a warm current passing through his limbs. Usually at this time, his hands and feet were cold, and he had to hide in the greenhouse. The silver frost charcoal burned uninterruptedly.

Mochizuki held the bowl and asked, "The **** soup is delicious, it's okay. By the way, can you read the scallops?"

"I will... It's a bit difficult to write."

"That's good, go to a place with me in the afternoon, come back early and have to prepare winter solstice dinner in the evening." Mochizuki sells Guanzi, Ayao doesn't know why, but seeing her snicker, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

In the afternoon, Mochizuki directed Ayao to prepare bacon, red beans, lotus root, and some time ago called her to refine lard and pickled sauerkraut, put them into a small jar, and take them together.

All the ingredients are mentioned, don’t know where to visit? She was full of guesses, and the donkey cart stopped.

When we arrive at the destination, the plaque of the house is written on Qi’s house.

The pen is the dragon and the snake, Canggu is strong, with the fragrance of writing and ink.

It was a woman who answered the door, Master Mochizuki and the family were so familiar with each other, even the woman who answered the door could chat with Mochizuki.

Qi’s family is not big, but the two-in house, but between the blue bricks, gray tiles and white walls, there is a taste of elegance. In the middle of the patio is a large half-person-high water tank with residual lotus leaves and dead branches under the Two koi fishes, one gold and one red, swim suddenly, highlighting their vitality. After being washed by rain, green moss grew on the white wall, several clusters of bamboo were planted in front of the wall, vigorously upright, and there was a strange stone behind the empty corner window. This is a scene.

The front hall is divided into a mandarin duck hall by the screen door in the middle. There are bead curtains hanging on both sides of the screen. The male host of the front hall is used to serve guests. There are three chairs on each side. There is a round table in the middle. Cangsong bonsai has a rigorous and square layout.

Across the mahogany screen door engraved with exquisite calligraphy, the back hall is for the hostess. The small round table and Luohan bed, compared to the previous layout, are warm and close here, suitable for gossip and homely at the daughter's house.

"Madam, they are here."

The mother-in-law brought Ayao and the others. There was a mother and daughter sitting in the Yuanyang Hall. The woman seemed to be a round older than Mochizuki. The golden jade and lotus leaves on the fallen horse buns were full of delicate hairpins, and she was dressed in red sleeves. The lotus flower jacket, the collar of the jacket is embroidered with camellia patterns, and the turquoise blue gold skirt is widely dragged all over the ground. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes reveal her age. The scroll is full of flavor, and she patiently taught her daughter to read.

"Mochizuki, you are here, she is your new apprentice?" The eyes of the woman and the girl fell on A Yao at the same time.

"Yao'er, this is Mrs. Shanchang from Nanxun Thatched Cottage. She is called Lady Yan. You can also call it Mrs. Yue."

A Yao is not stage fright, and blessed them, "Mrs. Yue is good."

Her voice was soft, her eyes were bright, and her appearance was very good. The little girl immediately fell in love with A Yao. She jumped off the round stool and squeezed A Yao’s face, "You are so cute. My name is Zhiying. what name?"

"My name is..." Mochizuki reported her "stage name" before Ayao finished speaking. "She's called Yaozhu, Yingniang, do you like my little scallop?"

"Yozhu!?" Yingniang's voice changed suddenly, looking at her mother and looking at Mochizuki again, obviously thinking of the food she usually eats.

"Don't be rude!" Madam Yue gave her a sideways glance, and Ying Niang was silent, and muttered secretly, "Like the bird's nest, the names are all weird."

A Yao couldn't laugh or cry. While Mochizuki was chatting with Mrs. Yue, she quietly pulled up Ying Niang's sleeve and said, "My name is Jiang Yao. You can call me A Yao or Yao Zhu."

Yingniang also whispered, "It's still called Ayao, scallops are so terrible, it's better to call them scallops, which makes me always think of Sister Mochizuki's steamed eggs with scallops."

Mochizuki and Mrs. Yue looked at the interaction between the two children and smiled at each other. Then Mochizuki told Mrs. Yue about her intentions, "Isn’t Ying Niang missing a companion? If you agree, I want to put the scallops on you after the Spring Festival." I study with Yingniang here. Yaozhu knows Chinese characters, but he doesn't know how to write."

Mrs. Yue smiled slyly, "The bundle repair you brought is not enough. If you go to the kitchen, maybe I will agree." To be continued. Please browse for a better reading experience.