Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 259 Burn the pot in the middle of the night
Hua Jingyun is in a restless mood. After the New Year's Eve, there are many things to do, and the way ahead is unclear. Now such an aunt pops out, and the joy of seeing her relatives has not yet grown in her heart, and she is even more irritated by the purpose of this aunt's appearance. .

I was in a bad mood, everyone around me was angry that everyone owed me 200 taels, Qinglan shrank her neck and drove the car honestly, for fear that something was wrong and she would be sent to wash clothes again.

After finally getting to the gate of the mansion, the sound of 'gurgling' was especially clear in the night just after getting off the carriage, Qinglan subconsciously said, "It's not me."

Hua Jingyun's face was livid, Liu Tian, ​​the guard, glanced at Qinglan, and hurriedly cupped his hands, "My lord, forgive me, my humble job eats a lot, and I'm hungry quickly."

Hua Jingyun's face paled slightly, and she looked sideways at Qinglan, "Let's go do the laundry tomorrow."

If you can't even do this well, should you send it back to the furnace for rebuilding?

Qinglan wanted to give herself two slaps, isn't it because the lord is hungry, why didn't he react to such a trivial matter, no wonder Liu Tian is the number one scholar in the mansion, his brain just turns fast.

After returning to Jinyuan, Hua Jingyun became even more angry when he learned that the little princess had fallen asleep. He was usually afraid of disturbing the little princess, so he deliberately went back to the Jinyuan to wash up. After washing himself, the princess didn’t wake up. Come back, I almost didn't hold my breath, I already feel that the world is not worth it.

Lying heavily on the side on purpose, he pulled the quilt under the little princess's quilt forcefully, panting two points harder than normal.

Wen Mianmian, who closed her eyes, sighed silently, stretched out her hand and caressed his face for a while, "Who made you angry?"

Hua Jingyun let her little hands caress his face, and let out an angrily 'hum', "You pretend to be asleep."

"It's not that I'm pretending to be asleep." Wen Mianmian opened her eyes, raised her forehead, and pinched his nose, "Your footsteps are so heavy when you come back at night, and you make a lot of noise when you wash up. There is a grudge against this bed, you said that if I don't wake up, I will sleep so hard?"

Hua Jingyun held her hand, and said in a sullen voice, "I didn't do it on purpose, no, I did it on purpose."

He was confused, irritable, and angry, and couldn't find a place to vent.

Wen Mianmian smiled, "Then what are you thinking now? Do you want to talk about it or just fall asleep so angry. If it's the latter, I'm afraid you will be even more angry when you wake up every morning, or you will punish Qinglan to vent your anger? "

Hua Jing said, "I've already punished Qing Lan."

Wen Mianmian: "."

"Goo~~~"

There was another sound from Hua Jingyun's stomach, and Wen Mianmian suddenly laughed, "No wonder I'm so angry, so I'm hungry."

"I'll have someone make you something to eat."

Just when she was about to turn over and get out of bed, Hua Jingyun hugged her all of a sudden, "I won't eat."

Wen Mianmian is helpless, think about her big ox in modern society, he would be a child who is still loved by his parents, so it is normal to lose his temper now, isn't it in the rebellious period? !

"Then I'll make it for you. Is the noodles good? I don't know how to make complicated ones."

"You can?"

Hua Jingyun expressed some emotion.

Wen Mianmian nodded with a smile, "How about laying an egg for you during the noodle cooking meeting?"

"it is good."

Hua Jingyun felt that the irritability in his heart seemed to be better, and his breathing became a little smoother.

Resigned to her fate, Wen Mianmian got up and put on her clothes. Seeing Hua Jingyun laying on the bed in a steady state, ready to eat ready-made, she reached out and lifted the quilt directly, "The princess wants to cook noodles, shouldn't the prince go to light the fire?"

Just like that, the two most distinguished people in the mansion entered the small kitchen of Jinyuan in the middle of the night, and started to boil water and cook noodles.

"Do you know how to light a fire? Put less firewood, if there is too much firewood, it will not burn well, and the smoke will be heavy."

"The action of digging out the ashes is lighter, and the ashes will be lifted up."

"Just boil some water, what are you doing with the wood?"

Wen Mianmian stared at Huajingyun burning the fire while chopping green onions, adding lard, soy sauce, and salt to adjust the seasoning.

Speaking of which, it was the first time for her to cook since she came here. No, she went to the kitchen to make mung bean ice once.

The voice from the kitchen came out, a woman came to see with her clothes on, and almost fainted when she saw the people inside, what are the prince and concubine doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night?

Qingfeng, who was guarding outside, sent everyone away, "Don't bother me."

His prince and concubine are rarely interested in cooking, why are these people here to join in the fun?
In the kitchen, Wen Mianmian, who had been busy all day, finally cooked a bowl of noodles, "It's ready to eat."

There is a table in the kitchen, and Huajingyun doesn’t dislike it. He just sits down and picks up the chopsticks and lets go. The noodle soup is refreshing, the noodles are smooth, and the two poached eggs lying on the bed are good. Maybe he is really hungry. Such an ordinary bowl I also ate the noodles with relish, and even drank up the noodle soup in a while.

With something in my stomach, my mood soon improved, and when I put down the dishes, I was only satisfied.

Seeing that the wood in the stove was still burning and the noodle soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, Wen Mianmian added two ladles of water, "Turn out the fire."

There is a bucket next to the stove, you only need to pull out the burning wood and soak it in the water to extinguish the fire, and then bury the wet wood in the ashes, but how would Huajingyun know?

With a sound of 'hmm', seeing that the little princess had already come out of the kitchen door, she casually took the tongs and knocked on the wood twice, stuffed the exposed wood in and knocked twice again, and clapped her hands when she saw that the fire was a little smaller After going out the door, they both lay down and fell asleep after washing for a while, completely unaware that the wood in the stove was burning more vigorously.

In the morning, before the husband and wife got up, the servants in the mansion had already started a busy day. The two women said that the big kitchen had prepared snacks, and they just needed to cook a pot of porridge. The foot behind the door exclaimed, "What did the one who killed a thousand swords do?"

The fire in the stove had long been extinguished, and there was a big hole in the middle of the rather large iron pot, which could be seen at a glance that it had been burned alive.

"Fortunately, all the firewood was stuffed in. If a piece of firewood fell out and fell off, the house would have to be burned down. Who did it?"

The woman's voice was not low, another woman quickly stopped her, "Hurry up and keep your voice down."

After speaking, she leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, the woman gasped, the prince and princess came to the stove in the middle of the night and burned the pot through, how angry is this?
"The noodles are missing. There are still egg shells here, and there are bowls there. It seems that they came in to cook the noodles."

Both of them silently rolled their eyes. Cooking noodles is a waste of a pot. How about cooking a dish?

"Be more vigilant in the future. In case the prince and concubine become interested again, come back to check after they leave. This time it is really lucky."

The big iron pot that was burnt through was replaced. The purchasing manager Zhou looked at the big hole and said, "You have to watch more when cooking, the pot is not cheap."

The two women repeatedly said yes, resigned to their fate and carried the matter of burning through the pot on their shoulders.

(End of this chapter)