Song Anle looked at the fruits after he was careful. The faint green willows were like tender buds in early spring, dotted on the top layer of fancy styles, like the heart stamens among tender buds, and the exquisite brocade plates were even more like icing on the cake.

"I learned it, but when I was bored on weekdays, I thought about the taste of desserts and other things, which were all used to pass some time."

Song Xiaojing thought she knew Song Anle's movements very well, but she didn't expect that she had time to figure out such a different pastry. She suddenly realized that she was not familiar with Song Anle, she knew it as well as she imagined.

"What can I do if I think about it on weekdays?" Song Xiaojing said with complete envy: "Anle, you are so awesome."

Song Anle smiled disapprovingly and said, "What's so amazing? If you want to learn, you will definitely do better."

Song Xiaojing nodded playfully and said, "Then I have to worry and give you advice."

"I dare not give advice, I can give you some advice." Song Anle rarely looked proud.

"That sister will thank you in advance." Song Xiaojing also bowed respectfully again with anger, and the two sisters burst into laughter.

"Okay;" Song Anle put away his smile and said in time: "It's been a while since Qing'er has gone. Why don't we inform them all to come first, so as not to leave if the snow is thick."

"Okay;" Song Xiaojing looked at the sky outside, and she said again: "I probably won't listen to this snow for a while. I'll inform them first, just watch it here."

Song Anle also looked at the situation outside the house. It was snowing heavily. She still said with some concern: "It's so heavy snow, why don't you let the servant go."

Song Xiaojing went and said meaninglessly: "No, I just happened to go out too, just go by the way."

Song Anle stopped talking, and nodded and said, "Then thank you for your hard work."

"It doesn't matter if I go there. What's important is that when I come back, I must have delicious food." Song Xiaojing looked playful and cute.

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep it for you."

Song Xiaojing smiled silly, "Then I'll go first."

After Song Anle nodded and answered, Song Xiaojing left happily alone. Song Anle returned to the exquisite pastry she made. She picked up the plate and put it under her nose to smell it. A faint mint fragrance had not yet fully emitted. She smiled secretly, with endless feelings in her smile.

After Song Xiaojing left, the first place to go was Song Cheng. When she learned that Song Cheng was not there, she went straight to Song Qi. As she expected, as soon as she entered Song Qi's yard, she saw Song Cheng walking out with Song Qi. She called sweetly: "Brother Cheng, second brother."

"It's Xiaojing here;" Song Cheng glanced at Song Xiaojing and said, "Come on, come and help me."

Song Xiaojing nodded and quickly went up to help Song Cheng support Song Qi. She thought Song Qi was not seriously injured, but she didn't want to be able to walk, so she casually said, "How could he be so injured?"

"Xiao Jing, you don't know how violent the snow collapsed suddenly, and people didn't have time to dodge." Song Qi could not help but exaggerate, but when he thought of that moment, he was indeed scared in his heart.

Song Xiaojing naturally couldn't imagine it, but she still said curiously: "How can Mr. Gao save you?"

"He is even more powerful;" Song Qi said more and more vigorously: "Just the moment I was flooded by snow, he dragged me out with only a golden thread. Do you think he is powerful?"

Song Xiaojing recalled that the last time Gao Yuanshang saved them, she used a golden thread, so she nodded thoughtfully and said, "It's quite amazing."

Song Cheng seemed to be completely ignored. Although he didn't mind, he was still not very happy when talking about Gao Yuanshang's ability, so he said with a dark face: "You two are still fighting and leaving?"

Song Xiaojing seemed to realize that Song Cheng was ignored, so she nodded with a smile. Song Qi didn't want to look at Song Cheng's cold face, so he showed that he glanced at him unwillingly.

Immediately, Song Cheng and Song Xiaojing helped Song Qi away. When they arrived outside the courtyard, Song Xiaojing seemed to have suddenly thought of something, so she said, "By the way, Brother Cheng, Qing'er and Mr. Gao have not notified them yet. Why don't I inform them too?"

Song Cheng's already cold face became even darker, "No need, help Aqi go over first, I'll inform them."

Song Xiaojing nodded and said 'Oh'. Song Qi disagreed with Song Cheng's attitude, but he cared more about Song Xiaojing.

After Song Cheng left, Song Xiaojing was not so close to Song Qi, but just held his arms. Song Qi naturally felt Song Xiaojing's distantness, so he pretended to be exaggerated and lame, and at the same time hesitated "Ouch" and frowned in pain.

"What's wrong? Where did you meet?" Song Xiaojing nervously looked around his body.

"If you don't support me, of course I have to walk hard by myself." Song Qi still had a painful expression on his face. He said and secretly glanced at whether Song Xiaojing was still nervous.

"Aren't I supporting you?" Song Xiaojing frowned slightly unhappy.

"You are so far away from me, how can I use my strength?" Song Qi expressed his dissatisfaction like a child.

Song Xiaojing said a little impatiently: "Okay, okay, give me your hand."

Song Qi seemed to have taken advantage of it, happily put his arms on Song Xiaojing's shoulder. Song Xiaojing held him, and his other hand was still taking advantage of the umbrella, but she didn't feel heavy. She secretly realized Song Qi's tricks, but she didn't say anything more.

Song Cheng went straight to Qing'er's residence and did not find Qing'er, so he turned back to the original path, but before he knew it, he found that his journey was already on the way to the guest room. He stopped immediately, but he was wandering in the same place for a long time. He had no intention of thinking about Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang, but he consciously connected them together. He did not want to be troubled by this narrow mind, so he decided not to care deliberately.

Because Song Cheng did not have umbrellas, white snowflakes had already accumulated on his black cloak. But when he persuaded himself not to care, a familiar and pleasant laughter came from the cold wind. He heard the sound curiously and saw a light pink figure and a black figure standing side by side in the vast snow not far away, walking under the oil umbrella among the floating snowflakes, comparable to a couple in a picture scroll.

Even if he looked at each other from afar, even if there were snowflakes, it still did not affect Song Cheng's figure of Qing'er, and her unique and pleasant laughter. Coupled with Gao Yuanshang's upright posture, he seemed a little sensitive.

I don’t know whether it was immersed in a beautiful scroll or meditating on my own thoughts, but Song Cheng stood there but couldn’t get out of his mind for a long time.

Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang were talking and laughing all the way. It was not until she was approaching Songcheng that she saw someone standing in the snow. However, she did not notice Songcheng's trance, so she called out: "Brother Cheng."

Song Cheng then reacted a little, but seeing that Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang were already in front of him, he immediately put away his messy emotions, and even felt that he was afraid that Gao Yuanshang would see through his thoughts.

Qing'er quickly walked up and said ignorantly: "Brother Cheng, why are you standing in the snow?" She looked around and said: "Where is the second brother?"

"Xiao Jing helps him go first, I'll come to find you." Song Cheng said in a very plain tone, but he seemed to be conscious of something in his words.

"Oh;" Qing'er said embarrassingly: "Brother Yuan Shang and I are planning to go there too."

Song Cheng subconsciously glanced at Gao Yuanshang, and Qing'er's thin clothes attracted his attention. He casually took off his cloak and put it on Qing'er. Qing'er seemed a little at a loss about Song Cheng's sudden actions.

"No need Brother Cheng, I'm not cold." Qing'er tried to refuse.

Song Cheng ignored Qing'er's polite refusal. While helping Qing'er tie her cloaked lace, he said reproachfully: "It's such a cold day, I'm still running around outside. What if I catch a cold or fall."

"It's okay, I'm not that delicate." Qing'er smiled unnaturally.

"Let's go." Song Cheng took the oil umbrella in Gao Yuanshang's hand and replaced him, but he didn't look strange at all, and even felt like he was taken for granted.

Qing'er glanced at Gao Yuanshang in embarrassment. She knew that Song Cheng was deliberately embarrassing Gao Yuanshang, but she couldn't do anything.

Gao Yuanshang looked at their departure backs and outlined the corners of his mouth meaninglessly, and the smile he showed was the pride after winning.

Song Anle finally prepared all the meals that should be prepared at the late winter solstice. Because the winter solstice is a home-style solar term, she did not prepare the sumptuous dishes for the Manchu and Han banquet because of Gao Yuanshang alone.

Several home-cooked side dishes, each of them made dumplings, dumplings, and some pastries, desserts, and seemingly simple dishes, which were served one by one, but were rich.

The side room in the main hall is a special kitchen. The kitchen is bright and atmospheric, and the warmth is slightly better. It looks like the inconspicuous outdoor decoration, and you can't imagine the luxury and exquisiteness of the interior.

In the kitchen, there are various bowls and utensils and some exquisite porcelain on the side, but they do not affect the spacious area at all. Although there are only a few tables in the room, it is obviously prepared according to the number of people.

The table seats are above and the lower seats opposite, and are provided by the host and guests. The seats on both sides are provided by some attachments or family members, but each person has his own small table and a seat cushion.
Chapter completed!