Yongzheng and I refreshed the tablet together

Chapter 18 Call out
"This pig's trotters in our house, dear friends, has been specially processed. There are three hundred grams in this bag, a full three hundred grams. Usually, how much does it cost per catty when you go to the store to buy pig's trotters? It costs at least five Ten, right?”

"Yes."

"I still have sixty left."

"Yes, today we only need [-] bags."

"One bag is not enough, give me another bag."

"Wow, two bags. What else are you thinking about?"

"Hurry up and hug me. Three two one, get in the car."

Yinzhen, who was still sleepy, looked confused. What were these people doing on the screen?He had seen the woman with disheveled hair sitting in the middle. Yesterday, Mr. Jiang next to him was still watching this woman eat.

Before Yinzhen realized what they were doing, Jiang Ying was poking at the little green car desperately, almost sitting up.

[Hurry, grab, grab, you must let me grab an order. 】

Yinzhen was wondering if he would scare Mrs. Jiang and call him a zombie again if he spoke out at this time.

Jiang Ying tried hard to poke at the little green car for a long time, but the little thing only lit up once. She successfully placed an order for two combinations of braised pig trotters with soybeans.

Ouch mom.

She was so tired that she lay on the bed and didn't want to talk.

"How many orders are there left?" The woman on the screen turned around and asked, and asked again as if she was sure, "There are no more, right? There are still many babies that have not been grabbed. There are so many that have not been grabbed. Let's do this. Let's add another five hundred orders." .”

Then, Mrs. Jiang beside him became energetic again as if he had been resurrected.

Yinzhen looked at the finger poking at the green car pattern on the screen. He didn't notice it before, but now it seems a little scary.

He turned sideways, and Ms. Jiang, who was concentrating on grabbing the order, didn't notice at all.

Yinzhen sighed secretly. If Mrs. Jiang were a fairy in the sky, she would be very stupid.

This wave of little green cars didn't light up again, and Jiang Ying didn't grab it, but looking at what he had already grabbed, he was still very happy.

"The pig's trotters have passed." Someone brought up small bowls one after another. The beautiful anchor picked up one bowl first and ate, "My old fans must know what this is, yes, fish maw. After 25 years old, often Stay up late, babies with bad skin can apply it.”

"Let me show you, this brand of fish maw with such a large flower is processed very carefully, and it doesn't taste fishy at all. There are three types: original flavor, red date flavor, and rose flavor. You can choose whatever you want."

Jiang Ying: [I want to eat. 】

Isn’t Yinzhen’s heart just fish maw?Just ask someone to make a bowl for her tomorrow.

This time Jiang Ying got on the bus and still poked hard. He was so exhausted that he could only poke one group in the end.

Poking at the little green car was very exhausting, and his eyelids quickly became glued together. After Jiang Ying fell into sleep, the tablet stayed on for another five or six minutes and then turned off.

Yinzhen became energetic and made sure that Jiang Ying was sleeping soundly. He got off the bed and went to the royal room. When he came to the bed again, he found that Jiang Ying had occupied the entire big bed.

This was the first time he had seen a woman who was so dishonest in sleeping.

Yinzhen sat down by the bed, took her wrist, and being obedient, she turned around and rolled into the bed.

Yinzhen lay down with his arms behind his head. Suddenly the woman in the bed rolled towards him again, her head directly pressed against his armpit.

Yinzhen was helpless.

He did not push Mrs. Jiang away. Her breathing was shallow, but very clear in the quiet night. He did not find it annoying. He closed his eyes and thought about the things he had just seen, and fell asleep quickly.

It rained in the middle of the night and the temperature dropped. Jiang Ying had a dream about entering the cold winter century. She searched for a quilt for most of the day but couldn't find it. Fortunately, she was lucky and found a stove in the yard. She carried it to the house. I hugged the stove which was just right and warm and suddenly it stopped being cold.

But after a while, my shoulders and back felt cold again.Jiang Ying wanted to look for the quilt again, and then suddenly something soft and warm covered her. It was instantly warm, and even the stove no longer smelled good.

Yinzhen looked at the woman who hugged the quilt and pushed him away and huddled inside, and shook his head in amusement.

Su Peisheng stood outside and didn't dare to peek. He waited for me to get dressed and come out. He was relieved when he saw that his face was not so embarrassed.

It was still raining lightly outside. Yinzhen tied up his raincoat and looked at the black and blue sky that was about to light up. He asked, "Why is it so cold in Fujin?"

Su Peisheng lowered his head and replied: "I said I stayed up late to make socks for my father and caught a little cold. I didn't take it seriously at first. I ate a bowl of ginger soup before going to bed, but unexpectedly I started to feel hot."

Yinzhen hummed without emotion, pulled the belt tied by the little eunuch from left to right, and stepped into the rain.

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Lin Lanlan held up her groggy head and looked at the man sitting beside the bed. His back was tall, and although his brows were cold, he easily gave people a sense of security.

Lin Lanlan reached out and wanted to grab his sleeve.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but at this moment he raised his hand to take the medicine bowl brought by the maid.

"There is no shortage of needleworkers in the house. Fujin, please take it easy in the future." Yinzhen stirred the dark medicinal soup with a spoon, and then brought it to Lin Lanlan's mouth.

Lin Lanlan couldn't help but show a shy look, lowered her eyelashes and said, "It's true what I said, but what the slaves do is different from what I do. I know where I feel uncomfortable, and the threads are not exposed."

Yinzhen said in confusion: "Those who are needleworkers must have excellent needlework skills to enter."

The implication is that needleworkers can only do things better than you.

Lin Lanlan's face froze with shyness. What was going on with Fourth Master? He was so impatient to talk to her. Is it easy for her to give birth to children for him?
Seeing that she hadn't taken the medicine, Yinzhen called a maid over: "Wait for Fujin to take the medicine."

Lin Lanlan sat up with her hands on her hands, looked at Yinzhen who handed over the medicine bowl and walked out, and asked, "Does Fourth Master not want to see me so much?"

Yinzhen frowned: "What about you and me, Fujin, don't forget your rules."

They are both souls from modern times. How come the one in Fujin's body is so different from the one in Jiang's body?
She had none of the sincere naivety in Jiang.

Yinzhen even doubted whether the woman possessing Fujin had a noble mind. She was shrewd and calculating but looked down on them as ancient people in her eyes.

Really.

Even without the ability to read minds, it would be difficult for him to like such a person.

The traces of "performance" on Fujin's body were too heavy.

If he didn't have the ability to read minds, he would also be alienated from this Fujin.

rule?

Another rule.

Tears flashed in Lin Lanlan's eyes. She was already overwhelmed by your rules. Is such a strict Fujin what you want?
Yinzhen rubbed his eyebrows and turned outside. Before the imperial doctor left, Yinzhen ordered: "Prescribe more soothing medicine to Fujin and let her have a good rest."

Lin Lanlan felt despair for a moment as she listened to the cold and emotionless voice outside.

[I haven’t conquered it yet. 】

When Yinzhen heard these words from outside, he was gloomy for a moment. The eunuchs and maids could not help but shrink their necks, suddenly feeling like winter was coming.

However, she said there was no strategy, and at the same time, Yinzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a strategy, it’s pretty good.

(End of this chapter)