Huan Chen walked out of the house following the sound and saw his third brother supporting his sister-in-law and walking together into the courtyard.
The smile on Hyun Chen Yu's face remained as gentle as before, and there was a slight hint of wine in his cheeks: "Hahaha, I knew that my ninth brother did not attend the palace banquet and was scheduled to stay at my sister's place! So we are here to join in the fun!"
"Sister-in-law! Slow down, the ground is slippery and you must not fall."
Feng Shuiqing took Jiang Jingyao's other arm and carefully led her away while exploring the path with her toes.
Four people were sitting in the house.
Seeing Jiang Jingyao taking off her robe one by one, Feng Shui Qing said with concern: "Sister-in-law, the weather is so cold, why did you come here? What if the little one gets cold in his belly..."
As she spoke, she wanted to get a teapot and fill it with hot water. After all, the maids in the house had all been sent away to rest for the holidays.
Yuan Chen paid careful attention, took the teapot, and pushed her back to her seat: "I'll go, it's very cold outside, just talk to my third brother and sister-in-law."
Jiang Jingyao touched her belly and smiled softly, her face full of joy and happiness: "Palace banquets are very boring. I rarely leave the palace since I became pregnant. Today is the grand occasion of the New Year, so I can't bear to follow it." Already."
"Hehehehe..."
Feng Shuiqing's little hand also touched it gently.
"Yes, we sing and dance and listen to operas every year! It's really boring! Sister-in-law, we have to make dumplings later! You guys are here just in time, and there are more helpers! Hehe, little guy~ You also have to do it for us in your belly Cheer up!"
Her little face is pink and her round eyes are full of excitement, making people feel happy just looking at her.
Yuan Chenyu wrapped his wife's hands in his palms to warm them, smiled and said, "See how much you like to touch Yaoyao's belly. You and your ninth brother will get married soon and have a baby, so you can enjoy touching her!"
"oops!"
Feng Shuiqing retracted her little hand and patted her face: "Third brother, don't keep mentioning this matter. We are... still early."
"Third brother, please stop teasing her, the little girl is very thin-skinned."
It happened that Hyunchen Mandrill came back with a teapot and joked to save his little girl.
He filled the tea cup for his third brother and sister-in-law, took the Feng Shui Qing teacup, put it to his mouth and blew it before placing it in front of her.
"You see, she is usually thick-skinned, but actually... um um..."
A pair of hot little hands hurriedly covered his mouth to stop him from continuing to speak.
Hyun Chen Yu and Jiang Jingyao were amused by them and laughed heartily.
"Your Highness...ah..."
Chunzao rubbed her hands and ran into the house. She was only wearing single clothes and had some flour on her face.
I thought there were only the young lady and His Highness the Ninth Prince here, but to my surprise, there were actually two other people sitting there.
"My slave, please see His Highness the Third Prince...the Princess and the Concubine."
"Chun Zao? Why didn't you go out to rest for the New Year?"
Feng Shuiqing hurriedly took one of his winter robes and put it on her, and wiped the flour off her face with a handkerchief.
"Miss."
Chunzao felt warm in her heart.
"This slave has no relatives or friends outside, so... by the way, miss, the noodles and fillings are ready. You just said you wanted to make the dumplings yourself, so this slave came to see you."
"Okay, since you don't want to go out to rest, then you can celebrate the New Year at home."
Feng Shuiqing fastened the buttons on her robe and smiled sweetly.
"Miss……"
Chunzao's eyes became even redder.
The lady always treats me so well.
Feng Mansion is my home...
A group of people came to the kitchen.
After all, I usually hold out my hands for food and open my mouth for food. Looking at the dough and fillings, I was dumbfounded and didn't know where to start.
Chun Zao started rolling out the dough in full enthusiasm. After rolling out the dough, he started to teach the masters how to wrap it.
Hyun Chen Yu and Jiang Jingyao learned the fastest.
Although it doesn't look very neat, at least it doesn't reveal anything, and it's barely passable.
We arrived at Feng Shui Qing and Xuan Chen Mandrill.
Either the skin is broken or the filling is popping out.
Two people competing
After working for a while, there were a bunch of strange things on the desk...
Stuffing and dough.
Like dozens of drunkards lying crookedly on the ground.
There are all kinds of strange things, the skin is torn and the stuffing is torn, it is terrible to see.
"Hahaha, Demon King, you are so stupid!"
Feng Shuiqing looked at the "monster" in Hyunchen Mandrill's hand and couldn't help laughing.
He glanced at the huge piece of dough in the little girl's hand and couldn't help but laugh and sarcastically asked, "Did you wrap a pig?"
"I..."
She hurriedly turned around to hide the dough, but her hands were stuck to the dough and it took a lot of effort to pull out her fingers.
only……
"Pa..."
The remaining dough was thrown onto the devil's face with the other hand!
Listening to that movement, I was very excited.
"Feng Shui Qing...you shouldn't have come to the kitchen."
Hyunchen Mandrill suppressed his anger and groaned in a low voice.
I had to put down the "monster" in my hands and take the dough off my face.
The dough seemed to be competing with him, clinging to his hand and refusing to fall off!
He just kept throwing it around!
"Whoosh..."
The dough flies into the air!
The brigadier general knocked over the bowl of flour next to him!
"Bang!"
The flour bowl hit the ground, and a white mist instantly filled the room!
The fine, white powder scatters in all directions, trying its best to get into people's noses and eyes!
"Cough cough cough..."
Everyone was choked and coughed.
Hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are all covered with cream.
The mandrill that was closest to the "incident" of the flour bowl even had gray eyebrows and a white beard. He picked up Feng Shui Qing from the ground and coughed while covering his mouth.
But in the blink of an eye, everyone present was in chaos!
He was in a hurry, his face was full of smoke, and he was confused.
Xiao Tiantian was laughing so hard in Feng Shui Qing's consciousness: "Hahahaha! Ahhahahaha... Host, you and Chen Chen are like old women and old men now! Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard!"
Yuan Chenyu hurriedly covered Jiang Jingyao's mouth and nose with a handkerchief, helped her up and walked out: "Yaoyao, it's too dangerous with them here. Let's go to the dining room and wait."
"Okay, okay...cough cough cough..."
Jiang Jingyao deeply agreed.
"Miss...Your Highness..."
Looking at the mess in the well-organized kitchen, Chunzao smiled calmly and said while cleaning up: "The dumplings are almost made. You two can go to the dining room and wait. The slave will cook them and bring them over."
The two people who came out of the kitchen first rushed towards the dining room as if they were fleeing.
The two people behind me were fighting and laughing, and you chased me and ran away in that direction.
These pictures are all captured by a figure in the dark.
The dim moonlight is as cold as silver.
The jealousy in Heiying's eyes was extremely hot.
The steaming dumplings were finally served on the table, and everyone who had dispersed gathered again in the dining room, sitting in a circle.
After chatting with Xuan Chenyu for a moment, Feng Lushan shook his slightly sober head, stood up and picked up the cup:
"We gather together tonight and wish everyone here peace and joy in the New Year and all the best!"
Everyone: "Happy New Year!"
"Hehehe, the stuffing made from spring dates is the most delicious! Isn't that right, Demon King?!"
Feng Shuiqing put a warm dumpling to his mouth. Seeing the satisfied look on his face, Feng Shui couldn't help but talk to him secretly.
"Yeah, it's delicious."
The dumplings are filled with beef.
The meat is juicy, salty and delicious.
The skin is thin and the filling is big, melting in your mouth.
It's hard to stop one after another.
"I also eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but the fillings are really hard to describe."
Xuan Chenyu picked up vegetables for Jiang Jingyao and said with a warm smile: "And each person can only get three or five.
, we just drank at the banquet and talked politely. The dumplings here are still the most delicious! It seems that Yaoyao and I will come again next year!"
"Hahaha... His Highness the Third Prince, as long as you don't mind Feng Mansion's simple meals! Come on, I'll give you a drink!"
Feng Lushan raised his wine glass, which frightened Feng Yunzhi into standing up with the glass in his hands.
"Your Highness, Third Prince, I'd better ask my ministers to respect you! My father drank a little too much just now, so it's inconvenient to drink any more."
"Okay! You're welcome, Chen Yu!"
Feng Shui Qing's heart finally fell back into her stomach.
If the incident with the Demon King happened again to Hyun Chen Yu, then...
How terrible!
Hehe, I can finally eat dumplings in peace!
"Aww..."
"Host, don't eat it! These dumplings are poisonous!"
Xiao Tiantian's voice was urgent and high-pitched, and Feng Shuiqing was unprepared. Her hands shook in fright, and the dumplings slipped from between the chopsticks to the table.
Hyunchen picked up the one on the table and put it into his mouth, then picked up another one for her, "It's dirty, you can eat a new one."
"Xiao Tiantian, are you telling the truth?!"
"Yes, host! Fortunately, you haven't taken it into your mouth yet! This poison is Utopia that kills you when you enter it! Hurry up and exchange the antidote with me! Hurry!!!"
Feng Shui Qing was stunned for a moment and immediately took some antidote.
Can……
Everyone at the table is eating dumplings with gusto, everyone!
Including those who are still pregnant...
"Well……"
"Clang..."
But in the blink of an eye, the pleasant dining atmosphere just now was like being chopped into ashes by a huge thunder!
Everyone fell off their stools, fell to the ground and began to twitch.
Even Hyun Chen Mandrill was holding on to prevent himself from falling, his expression unable to hide the pain.
And the only one sitting at the table was...
It’s Feng Wanrou who is chewing wine-stained snow pears slowly!
"Hahaha……"
She laughed slyly, swallowed what was in her mouth, and kicked Feng Yunzhi, who was lying on the ground in convulsions.