“When did you learn the craftsmanship?”

At Huaiye Lane Mansion, Ouyang Rong just came back from the front, but Xie Lingjiang rushed over.

Before coming here, I seemed to have been bathed in incense once, and my little face was as red as an apple. In early winter, there were a little water droplets hanging on her white forehead under her bangs, which was the fragrant sweat smoky from the hot mist.

It happened to be ready for dinner. Xie Lingjiang went to the kitchen without saying a word, made a bowl of longevity noodles for Aunt Zhen, served it on the dining table, and welcomed the air and dust.

At this moment, Zhen Shuyuan's red lips tasted the noodles, her eyes lit up, and she asked her novelty.

Xie Lingjiang held his chin with his back on his hands and watched everyone taste the noodles, his eyes crescent.

She tried to hold the corner of her raised lips:

"It was in Longcheng at that time. Aunt Zhen, you are not here, and there is no chef or something in Meiluyuan, it is empty.

"Every time I'm busy with official business with my senior brother, I forgot to have dinner. When I come back late, my stomach is shrunken."

She glanced at someone, her tone was a little resentful:

"The elder brother cooks and cooks slowly, and I don't know why he always cares about the leftovers leftovers he left yesterday, and never makes new ones until he finishes eating them.

"Hey, if he wants to bring the dishes up, the daylily will probably be cold.

"So I had to come in person. I was not careful and I had a little success in cooking."

Xie Lingjiang sighed seriously.

Ouyang Rong, who was busy cooking, couldn't help but raise his eyes and interrupted:

"I'm not slow. My junior sister sat there hungry for feeding. She must be slow.

"Besides, you just know how to put noodles, just three boards... no, a trick."

Ouyang Rong defended himself for his innocence, shook his head, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the face.

But with a "huh", the big noodle bowl in front of him disappeared, and the chopsticks were empty.

"Hmph, senior brother, don't eat it."

Xie Lingjiang pushed the bowl in front of Zhen Shuyuan, protected the noodles with bare hands, and his pretty face was tense:

"This is done for Aunt Zhen. Where can I serve my senior brother with a trick?"

"Well, after thinking about it carefully, my junior sister still has two tricks, and the talent of the lower bar is already very good."

"Senior brother has been killed. Don't eat the junior sister in the future."

Ouyang Rong blinked, "Then don't think about me cooking in the future."

Xie Lingjiang turned his head: "Do you love to do it?"

Ouyang Rong nodded decisively: "Do."

Xie Lingjiang was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the elder brother who was harmless, and didn't know that he had been eaten tofu, and hummed slightly:

"I won't eat it if I make it."

Ouyang Rong secretly said that he had committed a crime.

However, when he noticed that his aunt looked at him, he stopped teasing the junior sister, and took a bite of the "slightly spicy" hometown dishes to taste, which were made by the silver-haired girl beside him.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and smiled at Ye Weilai, who seemed to be much quieter.

Seeing the two quarrel, Zhen Shuyuan was a little amused, but her heart moved slightly. She glanced at Xie Lingjiang who was squinting her eyes and was alert to preventing her senior brother from being covered with her face.

I haven't seen each other for half a year, and the relationship between Wuya and Tanlang seems to have changed a lot. In the past, Wuya was very stern when eating, and was a bit serious. In addition, the family style and education of the five surnames and Qiwang was at the dinner table, but he never used "outsiders" such as her and Tanlang. He was so serious and boring to speak.

Now it seems that he is being taken by Tan Lang a little unfair. Can injustice also be contagious?

The woman with a keen look at her words and expressions muttered in her heart.

Tonight's flower hall, there were only four people serving at the dinner table, Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang, Zhen Shuyuan, and Ye Weilai.

She waited for other maids, waited by the table, and laughed with Madam Zhen who was chatting from time to time. From time to time, they looked at a young man in the official uniform who was busy working.

Having the male host at home is like having a backbone. From Mrs. Zhen to the little maid serving tea, the smile on her face has become a little more. In such a large mansion, there is also more vitality and warmth, and less cold and empty.

This is also the norm of all families under the etiquette and law of this era, and a man is needed as the pillar.

Zhen Shuyuan pushed away other delicious dishes and ate the longevity noodles made by Xie Lingjiang, and she praised them endlessly.

Well, the two girls, one big and one small, tacitly "ignored" Ouyang Rong, who had just been disappointed.

The reunion after the farewell really makes people feel a lot more talkative.

Zhen Shuyuan put down her chopsticks, grabbed Xie Lingjiang's plain hand and stroked her, and started to greet her. She first criticized Ouyang Rong for helping her. Those who didn't know thought Xie Lingjiang was her niece and Ouyang Rong picked it up by eating rice for free.

Xie Lingjiang surprisingly did not reject the intimate and considerate words of the woman in Luoshang coming over and chatted with her.

Seeing her eyes bright and her little expression of listening with her ears in a slanted manner, she was very patient and didn't seem to be fake.

Although only half a year ago, a noble lady from Xie was quite annoyed by this kind of social interaction with a family of women.

Xie Lingjiang came today wearing a dress, which was a high-waisted tulip pleated skirt.

The waistline raised to below her breasts made her slender and plump figure look light and elegant.

The hem of the goose yellow shirt on the upper body is tied into the high waist of the skirt, which raises the waistline. It is accompanied by a flowing purple cloak, making the figure look slender and agile.

It's like a female fairy who was exiled to the mortal world.

However, this kind of high-waisted pleated skirt also has a small disadvantage, or it is a unique disadvantage of the junior sister. The disadvantage is quite big... It will make somewhere a little bulky.

You need to endure "humiliation" and bear the burden.

However, who knows whether this is a big disadvantage or a big advantage?

Xie Lingjiang and Zhen’s family had a hot chat.

On the other end of the table, Ouyang Rong picked up the food and chewed it, lowered his head to dry the rice. He only interjected and explained a few words when his aunt was about to shake him down on history.

But naturally, the curious little sister dug up to the sky.

They were teased by their two girls.

Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head, silently slicing rice.

At one moment, he looked around the lively flower hall, and his ears were the crisp laughter of the girls at the dining table.

My heart was a little warm and my face was peaceful.

On the day he recovered from his illness and went down the mountain, he climbed out of the underground palace again, silently lowered his head and put on the identity mask that belonged to this life.

Never avoid these anymore.

A small chopstick reached out and picked up a piece of fresh fish fillet and put it in Ouyang Rong's bowl.

The dazed look faded in his eyes. He turned around and met Ye Weilai's royal blue eyes.

The silver-haired girl smiled at Ouyang Rongruo, buried her bowl with her face, and was well-behaved.

Unlike the envy in his eyes and the half-small standing beside him, Ye Weilai can serve at the table and have dinner.

She is now Zhen Shuyuan, and even Xie Lingjiang agreed to Ouyang Rong's concubine.

Because of Ouyang Rong's previous arrangement, Ye Weilai had returned to his hometown in Nanlong to worship his ancestors and burn incense, which was officially accepted by Ouyang, Nanlong.

Even though there were many clan elders before, they did not agree with letting a woman from a foreign barbarian.

But Ouyang Rong and Zhen Shuyuan both agreed, so naturally they could not make any mistakes and had to make a decision.

However, although he could serve the table and eat, Ye Weilai at the dinner was particularly quiet.

She sat on Ouyang Rong's left hand, with only half of her butt dipped in a stool, and the silver-haired girl stood up from time to time to pick up food for Ouyang Rong.

Moreover, he showed special respect for Xie Lingjiang in the opposite seat, without interrupting the topic or snatching attention.

Xie Lingjiang, who was chatting, also looked at Ye Weilai and asked her to taste the noodles, well, just don’t just pick it up for the senior brother.

Ye Weilai had already stood up and poured Zhen Shuyuan and Xie Lingjiang a bowl of milky white fresh fish soup, and then served Ouyang Rong a bowl.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses.

At this time, Yu Guang saw that there was a word on the table next to him.

It is Ye Weilai's beautiful handwriting, written with water stains, and it can be vaguely visible:

install.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.

If you have a daughter at home, right?

He stretched out his fingers and dipped them in water, adding another word to the word "An".

Ye Weilai, who was holding a bowl of rice, noticed Tan Lang's movements.

Holding the chopsticks was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at him carefully...

A few moments.

I saw a silver-haired girl's face buried in her chest, and a light redness appeared on her ears, neck and neck, which could not be removed.

A white little hand reached over and wiped a water stain on the table with the palm of his hand.
To be continued...