Compared to the lively outside, Mobei Palace is also a little bit bad.

In the backyard, Chen Mo's wives and concubines are also preparing for New Year's Eve dinner.

New Year's Eve, its own reunion.

Chen Mo invited those who lived in Chen House.

Lin Yier also called his father Lin Bai.

Naturally, Ning Yuelan's parents are also here.

King West King, Qiao Yiyang, Xiao Teng didn't come.

Chen Mo was invited, but they were also a family, but they just married their daughters. They also had to prepare their own New Year's Eve dinner.

In the living room, Chen Mo is talking to Lin Bai to chatting.

Because they are men, this is the backyard of the Moobei Palace, and they are all female relatives. Even if they are elders, they cannot walk around at will.

In order not to let them boring, Chen Mo took the initiative to chat with them.

"Xianzi, Yue Lan and Yuelu have gone?" Ning Zhengzhong's wife Liu said.

"In the kitchen, they have to cook themselves one by one. I didn't stop them, and they went." Chen Mo hugged Chen Shu while coaxing the children, saying

"This kind of hard work makes the subordinates do not do it. As the mother of the palace, why do you run back in the future?" Ning Zhengzhong scolded softly, and then looked at Chen Mo with a smile on his face: "Xianzi

, Can you let me hug my child? "

At this moment, Ning Zhengzhong has long forgotten his contradiction with Chen Mo, but with a touch of charm in his eyes.

"Of course." Chen Mo handed him to Ning Zhengzhong.

Ning Zhengzhong hugged carefully, looking at Chen Yu's young face in the middle of the puppet, and a old face laughed into a chrysanthemum: "Grandson is really good ..."

Liu's also gathered in the past.

"Lao Yuezhang, how are you getting along with the tofu fairy in the west of the city?" Compared to Ning Zhengzhong, the relationship between Chen Mo and Lin Bai is obviously closer.

Private things.

The Tofu Shi Shi in his mouth is a widow who lives at home in the west of the city. In his early thirties, a five -year -old girl runs a tofu shop. Because of a bit of color, he was ridiculed by the neighborhood neighbors of the surrounding neighborhood as a tofu fairy.

Some time ago he heard Lin Yier said that Lin Bai and the tofu fairy are good, and the relationship is close.

After hearing the words, Lin Bai's face blushed: "Don't misunderstand, Xiu Yan and I have nothing to do with it. I just saw that she was too difficult to live, and dragged a daughter, and occasionally helped a few."

"Xiu Yan ..." Chen Mo smiled deeply.

Even Xiaoming knew it, and said it had nothing to do.

"Rest assured, I told me all, she wouldn't mind, saying that you are older, and you should need a woman to accompany you to take care of you." Chen Mo conveyed Lin Yier's words.
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Lin Bai's old face blushes.

A father, actually letting the daughter's life.

Ashamed in my heart.

...

At the same time, back kitchen.

The kitchen girl on the house has no place to use, because the kitchen was occupied by Chen Mo's wives and concubines.

According to them, this year's New Year's Eve dinner is prepared by them.

In the kitchen, Li Wanqiu, Lin Yier's former slaughtered chicken and killed fish, the latter chopped melon and cut vegetables.

Xi Yue, Nangong Jinse is responsible for the cleaning of ingredients.

Ning Yuelan, Du Ziyi is responsible for the head.

Qiao Qingya, Xiao Yunxi held the handkerchief in his hand, stood next to Ning Yuelan, and Du Ziyi, wiped sweat for them, and added firewood to the stove.

Ye Yiren, Xu Miao'er held the plate on his chest, stood on the corner of the kitchen, and was envious and nervous.

It's not that they touch the fish, but the work of the kitchen is rounded by the sisters. They are useless.

Bai Shuyu is not in the kitchen. Because of her pregnancy, she is familiar with the room. She takes care of Chen Yu, Chen Shi, Chen Qing.

Lin Yier was covered with apron, the two -sword dance tiger and tiger style, and then handed the cut vegetables to Du Ziyi, and she would do it.

After the two stoves, Li Wanqiu handed the cut chicken to Ning Yuelan to fry.

On the chopping board next to the steamer in the other corner, Ning Yuelu, Chu Lezhen is doing court snacks.

Chu Leyi, who had not been kitchen all year round, tied his apron, staged the dough seriously, then stabbed it, rubbed it into a noodle cake, put the stuffing on it, wrap it carefully, and finally put it into the grinder to be pressed into it into a grinder to be pressed into it into a grinder into it.

The appearance of dim sum.

Obviously, for tonight, she has also studied before.

Ning Yuelu was sitting carved seriously, and his cheeks were still inadvertently applied with a little flour, descent pattern, and made the face of the girls and Chen Mo.

Who is carved on the dim sum.

"Open, Sister Yuelan, you still have a spoon?" Xu Miaoer looked at Ning Yuelan's sudden exposure, the flames under the iron pot rose, and said in surprise.

"When I was in Yongcheng, I didn't cook less, and I came to Beijing. Instead, I was a bit rustic."

Du Ziyi will also, after all, when I took Du Tian, ​​the rice was made by her.

It's just that Ning Yuelan is the positive palace, and Du Ziyu can't grab her limelight.

"By the way, is the meal ready?" Du Zizheng asked.

"Where is the chef, I asked Chunling to do it." Ning Yuelan said.

Wangfu is more than one kitchen.

Since it is New Year's Eve dinner, the dish must be rich, and a kitchen is a bit busy.

"Is the drinking of the wine ready, this is not missing." Ning Yue Lan took a mouthful.

However, as soon as this says, no one has answered.

Obviously, the wine is not prepared yet.

"You are busy, I'll go."

As if something was done, Xu Miao'er immediately stated that it was given to himself.

"The wine is in the warehouse." Ningyue Lan Road.

"OK."

Xu Miao'er hurried out of the kitchen and walked to the warehouse. With excitement on his face, he was hugged by Chen Mo just after turning the corner.

"Yeah-"

Xu Miao'er was startled, and when she saw Chen Mo, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and a touch of red halo appeared on her cheeks, "Fujun, why are you here?"

"I was chatting in the living room, I couldn't get in, the tree was asleep, I gave it to Shuyu, come over to see it."

Chen Mo was holding Xu Miao'er, and smiled at the corner of his eyes: "You see so happy, what did you talk about?"

"Nothing, just ... do something, instead of watching it beside him ..." Xu Miao'er whispered: "I want to go to the warehouse to take out the wine."

"That's it?"

"Well."

"I'm ready, don't bother you anymore."

"Ah? Then ... what am I going?"

"..."

Chen Mo was holding Xu Miao'er's shoulder, and his eyes played: "Speaking of which, I haven't played the game of the house with Miaoer for a long time.

"..."
Chapter completed!