Military food and logistics are one of the most important things to ensure the victory of the army. Grandma Wang and her husband were powerful people back then. Sometimes they had no time to raise food and weapons during the war.
But if others can't raise food and weapons, Grandma Wang can do it with all her tricks!
The two old sisters looked at each other and smiled, with tears in their eyes, and raised their glasses together: "This is a toast to the past, more than twenty years ago, and to you I am still alive!"
The banquet didn't break up until late at night.
Ming Lanruo staggered to Chunhe's help and went to the room, holding in her hand a fat baby who was a little dazed from secretly drinking fruit wine.
After entering the room, Chunhe helped Ming Lanruo sit down, then carried Xiaoxi to the bed, and then told the maid serving outside the door: "Go and prepare some warm water and sobering soup."
The maids immediately responded and soon brought in hot water and sobering soup.
Chunhe was planning to serve Ming Lanruo some sobering soup.
Suddenly, a tall, dark figure appeared in front of his eyes.
She was horrified and was about to take action when she heard the other party say lightly: "It's me."
Chunhe was stunned and immediately saluted: "Supervisor."
She didn't know why, but she felt that the governor was not in a good mood and his aura was a bit cold.
Cang Qiao was still wearing an official uniform. When he saw the big one and the small one lying on the table, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Drink too much?"
Chunhe nodded: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss had a few more drinks."
"Ha, you're such a bad drinker, you still want to drink." He sneered and motioned to Chunhe: "Take the little thing away, I have something to say to the eldest lady of your family."
Chunhe hesitated for a moment, then picked up Xiaoxi and left.
The eldest lady seemed to have said that she would invite the governor over today.
Cang Qiao sat next to her, looking at Ming Lanruo like a drunk cat, reaching out to hug her into his arms, lowering his head to smell the faint fragrance of wine on her cheeks, and hummed softly: "It stinks."
As he said that, he lowered his head and bit her soft lips politely: "Wash it clean."
Ming Lanruo was bitten, and she opened her eyes to look at him in confusion, and suddenly smiled: "Ah Qiao, you are finally here?"
Cang Qiao's originally cold expression improved a lot, and he raised his eyebrows: "What, you are waiting for me, do you miss me?"
This realization made him feel calmer.
Ming Lanruo lay lazily on his chest. She was a little dizzy after drinking too much wine: "Well, I'll wait for you. I miss you."
Cang Qiao gently stroked her cheek with a half-smile: "What are you thinking about, but...in your heart?"
As he spoke, his fingertips slid down and poked her heart.
Ming Lanruo snorted, held his hand, and said softly: "If you poke me again, I will spit all over you. I have... uh... something serious to say."
Cang Qiao looked at the bewildered little woman in his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Are you talking about business like this?"
The moonlight fell in from the window and shone on Cang Qiao, making his face more cold and jade-like and his eyes deep and dark.
"Yes...hey..." Ming Lanruo bent her bright eyes and smiled, suddenly reaching out to hold his face: "Ah Qiao, you are so beautiful."
Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes. For some reason, the disgusting feeling that Emperor Ming used to pull her to say she was good-looking suddenly disappeared.
He looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Well, will the little lady dote on me?"
