Mind-reading cute baby: Let's spoil my mother to heaven!

Chapter 103 Crazy Bride 12: Is her uncle so wild? (2 more 1)

Seeing him talking about "dead" and "alive", she could only sigh helplessly, and patted him on the shoulder, "Master, be good, don't be childish, and don't rely on the old to sell the old."

She put away the cards for her children and grandchildren, "This is what I should do. Even if you lose your temper, I still have to do it. Understand?"

Right now, with her ability, being able to arrange such a future for Mu'er is considered the best arrangement for Mu'er.

This opportunity is precious, and we need to strike while the iron is hot. After passing this village, there will be no such shop.
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Ye Qingluan got up just after dawn the next day.

She didn't fall asleep very much last night, turning over and turning to make big pancakes.Because as soon as she closed her eyes, it was that painting, and her uncle became the person in that painting; then, the touch on her lips became warm and real, making her feel as if there were thousands of ants in her heart Climbing was really annoying, so she couldn't close her eyes at all.

After all, the window was dyed fish-belly gray, so she combed her hair and put on her clothes.

I didn't bother to wash my face, I went to brush my teeth first.

The toothbrushes of the Tang Dynasty were not much different from those of later generations, and even the materials used were more refined and natural than those of later generations. The handle of the toothbrush was made of bone, and the whole body was ground smooth and round. After soaking and softening the bristles, it is a toothbrush.

The only inconvenience is that there was no toothpaste in the Tang Dynasty, and tooth powder was not as complete as in the Song Dynasty. Usually, folks chewed willow branches soaked in hot water and used the natural fibers in the willow branches to clean their teeth; she felt that her teeth were chewing. Twigs might not work, so she opted for fine salt anyway.

This is one of her extravagant expenses - because Datang's salt is really expensive.As the saying goes "three dans of rice, one catty of salt", ordinary people have to be careful to save salt when eating, let alone she uses it to brush her teeth.

Regarding her extravagant habit, she actually hoped that someone would stand up and criticize her.She is thin-skinned, if someone criticizes her, then she will change it, and if it doesn't work, she will just chew willow branches.

It's a pity that the only person around her who has the opportunity to criticize her - her uncle, not only did not criticize her, but also crushed and ground the coarse salt she bought with his own hands every time, and then he went to the bamboo forest to get new salt. When the green-skinned bamboo grows, find the bamboo joints and cut them into sections, put the ground salt into the bamboo tube, then put it on the fire and bake it repeatedly, and the last time it even has to be put into the alchemy furnace and calcined with pine wood!
She screamed when she saw it.

Although they are Taoist disciples, it is not difficult to find something to burn if they take out a pill furnace casually; it's like when they were in chemistry class, who didn't play with alcohol lamps and crucibles.So maybe her uncle wanted to make alchemy in order to pay tribute to the teacher, so he used her things to practice his hands.

But she really didn't expect that her master uncle accidentally restored a Datang version of "Bamboo Salt Toothpaste" for her!

She used bamboo salt toothpaste in later generations, how could he hit her off like this—in the dark!
But then again, of course she knows that the bamboo salt toothpaste of later generations is just a publicity gimmick. Salt!
So she became more fond of brushing her teeth, not to mention once in the morning and evening, sometimes after eating the fatty foods sold by the Hu merchants in the West Market at noon, she still thought about brushing again.

...But it also caused her to brush her teeth well at this moment, but her mind was full of her uncle.

She hurriedly rinsed her mouth with a "purr purr", shook her head vigorously, and shook off the water droplets on her hair and the image of her uncle.
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After tidying up, she took a peek around Er Muer and F4's room.

There is still no movement.

For some reason, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, these little ones are full of energy, and they don't want to go to sleep until they are exhausted every night; and once they fall asleep, they don't want to wake up until they get enough sleep.

She is also catching such a gap.

She quietly walked to her uncle's door.

My heart beat wildly again.

However, in order for everything to go smoothly today, she also had to temporarily lose her shyness and self-esteem.She is not herself now, she is a mother.

She took a deep breath and resolutely raised her hand to knock on the door.

But before her knuckles touched the door panel, the door opened silently by itself.

Startled, she quickly closed her eyes.After a long time, it quietly opened a crack.

Huh, fortunately, it wasn't her uncle himself who came to open the door, but just a puppet thread.

She squinted and looked into the room, it was dark, but she didn't see anything.On the one hand, it was because the sky was about to get dark, and on the other hand, it was because her eyes were somewhat "blindfolded".

But fortunately there was still that puppet thread, so she stretched out her hand to stroke the puppet thread and walked in.

At this moment, she was like one of his puppet, controlled by his puppet thread, only going in his direction wholeheartedly.

The door closed behind her.

She couldn't even see anything.

She had no choice but to call out in a low voice, "Uncle... are you up? I didn't disturb you, did I?"

She heard him sigh shallowly, "Why are you here?"

Fortunately, the hut was not big, and her calf had already reached the edge of the bed.

It happened that the numbness was on her knees, and she quietly exhaled.

Her waist was bound.

She paused for a moment, and then realized that it was only the puppet thread that was wrapped around her waist, so she quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The puppet line tightened immediately, and she was rolled to the side of the bed, lost her balance, and rushed directly into an embrace.

She hissed quietly, "...Hey, I'm sorry."

Subconsciously holding it with her hand, the tentacles were warm and silky, and she was shocked.

Her uncle, haven't you put on your clothes yet?
She hurriedly sat upright.

Fortunately, her eyes were only night-blind, not blind. After such a delay, her eyes had slowly adapted to the darkness.

With the light of dozens of shades darker than the sky outside the window, she finally vaguely saw the outline of her uncle.

Cough cough... The long-haired man sat leaning against the bed rail, his hair slipped from his shoulders; his clothes were also loose...

Because he is white, the gauze is white, and his body...is also white.

This kind of black and white background allowed her to see his clothes and body clearly, and then judge the long hair that slipped on the clothes.

And his eyes, because they were too dark and deep, she couldn't see them.

She was so frightened that she wanted to step back quickly.

Gunny, is her uncle so wild when he sleeps now?When he was a child, he wore three inner layers and outer layers when he slept. It was a middle coat and a single coat. He wished he could wrap himself into a rice dumpling. She even laughed at him as a silkworm cocoon. Why did he sleep when he grew up? Just wear almost nothing?
This child, how did he learn badly?

But then again, when did he learn to be bad?

He was on the mountain in the early years, and he was with her for three years when he went down the mountain. There is no stranger around him, okay?So who did he learn from?

Weird.

(End of this chapter)