The longer you stay in this world, the less you don’t know how to choose Huamian. On one hand, it is the world where you were born and raised, but in that world there is nothing else worth nostalgic about except for your family.

In this world, some people agree with their existence, and all their efforts can be seen and feedback. At the same time, they have developed some psychological emotions similar to those around them that cannot be explained clearly whether it is friendship or family affection. Sometimes it really does

I think it should be a good thing to live in this world.

As the semicolon business is on track, Huamian is relatively relaxed. He doesn't have to get up so early in the morning to clean up the ingredients. Huamian opens his eyes and sees the sunlight penetrates into the room through the gaps in the curtains. He listens

There was already someone in the yard preparing a takeaway car. He turned over and looked at the time on his phone. It was still some time before he got up.

Huamian couldn't sleep now, and she didn't want to get up so early, lying on the bed, staring at the shadows of the curtains on the wall, dazed.

"Sister Huamian, Sister Huamian, are you awake?"

I didn't care how long I lie down, Xiao Cui's voice came from outside the door, and Hua Mian hurriedly continued: "I'm awake."

Hearing Hua Mian say he woke up, Xiao Cui said through the door: "Sister Hua Mian, someone has come to the palace and said he has something to ask for help."

Is there something wrong in the palace? Hua Mian immediately lost interest when she heard this. Now thinking about her previous experience, what good things can be done to find her in the palace?

What I regret is that I didn’t hear what she said and replied first. Now I can’t even pretend to be asleep, so I have to say, “You can make the can of tea on the fourth floor of the shelf for the guests to drink. I will change my clothes and come.”

Hearing Xiao Cui's footsteps walking away, Hua Mian did not rush to get up. She lay on the bed and looked at the notepad in her phone, then stretched her waist a few times, then slowly got up from the bed.

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While wearing clothes, Hua Mian guessed who the person would be? Who would have thought of finding herself? It was Jing Fei again? It was also possible that it was Mr. Jia. Because the two of them talked about the ingredients in a very speculative manner, they often even after leaving the palace.

There are correspondences.

With all kinds of speculations, when Hua Mian changed her clothes and washed her clothes and left the shop, she realized that the woman sitting in the middle position was not recognized at all, and she had no impression of her appearance.

"You are Xia Huamian, Xia Zhangqin." The other party seemed to know that Huamian didn't like being called more, so when he stood up and said hello, she still called her the chef.

"Yes, I am Xia Huamian. Are you..." When the man saw her coming in, he put down the teacup in his hand and stood up to greet him, saying that the Yin Lai people's status is not high, at least they are not an official.

"Hello, Xia Zhangchu"

The other party gave a very formal gift, and Hua Mian had to return the gift in panic. Fortunately, the things he had learned in Beilin were not forgotten.

"I am the maid in the palace of Concubine De. I really have something to ask for when I come to you this time."

Concubine De? Who is Concubine De? Hua Mian feels it sounds familiar, but he is not sure that he has heard it in this world. After all, there are not ten or eight of Concubine De in various costume palace dramas I have watched before.

No, these people are really not creative at all, they always call these repetitive ones.

Hua Mian thought about it carefully and was sure that she did not know Concubine De in this world. She could only look at the other party with a slightly awkward smile...
Chapter completed!