Quick wear: She has turned over the big guys from all walks of life

Chapter 1311 Famine and Natural Disaster 470

"Master, drink slowly. You have to drink even if you drink a little."

Chunmei saw that she didn't move for a long time, so she tried to persuade her gently.

After all, it was Mr. Fan’s intention, so I can’t just leave it alone.

There was no way to delay, so Mingyi took the bowl and drank it in one gulp; it was spicy and pungent at first, and the taste was really bad. Her brows were twisted, and she broke out in sweat after finishing the bowl.

The hand holding the bowl tilted, not a drop of liquid fell out, and he asked the four maids in a bad mood.

"Is it okay now?"

Chunxi smiled happily, reached out to take the bowl, and quickly put it away so as not to block her eyes. "The servants were worried that you might catch a cold, so it's just right for you to drink this to get rid of the cold."

"Master, have some honey water." Chunmei was very perceptive and poured a cup of hot water mixed with honey.

Chunhong and Chunliu watched Mingyi take the honey water and drink it with a smile. They felt relieved when the confusion between her brows disappeared.

"My dear, you just came back. Take a rest and warm yourself up. I will go to the kitchen to bring you some hot food. Just tell me what you want to eat." Chunxi spoke with a smile on her face. She hid the bowl of ginger soup behind her back so it would not get in her way.

"Juice, old duck soup, plum cake, fresh fruit. As for the rest, just take whatever you see." I felt hungry and wanted to eat a lot of things.

After coming to the Northwest for more than a year, her kung fu has been perfected and now she needs to eat less than at the beginning; the better her kung fu is, the less her body needs, which she thinks is good.

You can enjoy delicious food without eating too much.

"Okay, young lady, I'll take my leave."

Chunxi hid the bowl and left.

Chunmei, Chunhong and Chunliu surrounded Mingyi and asked her questions out of curiosity.

Mingyi saw that they were curious about everything in the military camp, so she picked out some interesting things to tell them.

They didn't stop until Chunxi came back with the servants bringing food.

"Young lady." Chunxi walked into the house and bowed to greet the guests.

"No need to be polite."

Chunxi stood up with a smile and said, "My dear, the kitchen has stewed beef today. We also have your favorite old duck soup. It is very tasty. The chef has a good control over the heat. You can have two more bowls later."

"Have them bring it in. I want to try the old duck soup that you praised so much. How is it different from the previous ones?"

"Yes." Chunxi turned and walked to the door of the house. He waved his hand, and the servants who delivered food came in one after another.

The meals were served in an orderly line. The servants were well-trained and would take away the lids covering the meals before leaving, allowing Mingyi to see the appearance of the dishes, their color, aroma and taste, at the first sight. The more she looked at them, the hungrier she became.

When the food was served, Chunxi waved his hand again, signaling them to leave.

After the servant who delivered the meal left, Chunmei picked up the bowl and chopsticks and brought them to Mingyi; Mingyi could not wait to get a bowl of old duck soup to taste it, which tasted salty, slightly sour and delicious, with the flavor of old pickled vegetables from the northwest.

The old duck soup is filled with pickled radish, kohlrabi, and pickled bamboo shoots.

"It's really good." Mingyi smiled generously and praised.

Chunxi smiled happily, "The young lady likes it, and the chef will be happy if he knows it. When I send the dishes back later, I will tell the chef about the young lady's praise."

Mingyi just smiled and buried his head in eating.

It wasn't her type to chat on an empty stomach, so she'd better eat first.

After the meal, Chunxi and others served the dishes, which were basically a combination of meat and vegetables; seeing Mingyi eating a lot of meat, they would bring her vegetables with chopsticks here and there. At this season, the palace was the only place that had no shortage of vegetables.

Only then could Mingyi eat to her heart's content.

Full of wine and food.

Mingyi put down his chopsticks and looked at them, "I don't need you to serve me here. You guys go and have your meal. I want to lie down for a while." "Yes, do you want to wash up? I'll go get you some hot water." Chunmei asked considerately.

"Yes, thank you for your help."

It really feels uncomfortable if you don’t wash up after just finishing a meal.

Chunmei smiled and said, "Okay, Master, please digest your food first. I will take the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and bring you hot water."

"to make."

The four of them worked together and quickly walked out of the room with the leftovers; about a quarter of an hour later, each of them was holding something in her hand, including a basin of hot water, a towel, water for gargling, and supplies.

With their help, Mingyi finished washing, took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. She was swept by a wave of drowsiness and soon fell asleep.

Chunxi, Chunmei and the other three closed the door and left. They had to go to the big kitchen to get their meals.

The next day, it snowed heavily, and the sky and the earth seemed covered with a layer of white.

Mingyi rarely got up early to practice martial arts. It was snowing heavily outside and a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard. Even if they wanted to practice martial arts, there was no place to do it. Chunxi, Chunmei and the other three got up early and called the servants in the mansion to help clear the thick snow in the yard.

However, the snow was still falling heavily, and as they cleared the ground, it was filled up again; the clearing speed was very slow, but they still continued to clean it tirelessly.

Mingyi slept comfortably. When she heard frequent voices outside the window, she got up, put on thick clothes, opened the window and looked out.

What I saw was a group of servants, both men and women, busy at work, with bright snow falling from the sky. They finally managed to clear a passage in the middle, but it was soon covered with a thin layer of snow again.

Chunmei first saw Mingyi standing in front of the window, she smiled, put down the shovel in her hand, walked up the stairs to the corridor, and bowed.

"Master, you are awake. It's rare to see you sleep for so long."

"How long have you been doing this?" Mingyi pointed at the people in the yard.

Snow is flying all over the sky, falling in large flakes. It's not possible to clean it up like this.

"My lord, we have been cleaning for a long time, but the snow keeps falling. The ground will soon be filled up again after we clean it up. I don't know how long this heavy snow will last. I'm afraid the people outside will have a hard time again." Chunmei's eyes were filled with worry.

During every year’s snowstorm, there are always people who die because their houses are not solid.

However, they could only feel sad every time they heard the news, nothing more.

There is no point in feeling sad because your abilities are limited.

"Yes!" Mingyi looked up at the densely falling snow, "The snowstorm is a disaster for the people. I wonder if the people in the northwest can survive this cold winter safely."

Chunmei slapped her lips and said, "Look at what I am saying, Master. I will bring you some hot water and food. I will ask Chunhong to come and help you dress up."

"Ah."

Mingyi nodded lightly, closed the window and sat in front of the dressing mirror.

Chunhong was reminded by Chunmei, and her hands and feet were already frozen when she arrived. She rubbed her hands in front of the charcoal stove to warm them up as quickly as possible, then quickly walked behind Mingyi.

"My dear, how would you like to dress up today?"

"Hanging hair." For a little girl under ten years old, hanging hair is useful at any time.

At present, her hair has grown a lot longer, and her originally dry and yellow hair has become black and shiny; with her increasingly delicate face, she can handle any style.

"The prince is back today, won't you change your hairstyle?" Chunhong asked while combing her hair with a jade comb.

After a night of sleep, the hair is bound to be tangled and needs to be carefully straightened out bit by bit.

Mingyi looked at her in the bronze mirror. Chunhong was about twelve or thirteen years old, just at the age when she loved beauty. She must have seen the attitude of housekeeper Luo towards her and the frequent contacts between her and Zhou Ting, so her mind became active.