Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 157 Birthday Ceremony (2)

The only person who can do this is Zhonghua.

Zhong Weiwei handed it over to Xiaotang to take care of it again, walked under the withered and yellow vine, supported the vine that was already as thick as a child's arm, and carefully inspected the soil under his feet.

The soil is compact and even, and there is no sign of being turned over. Good, the things she hid underneath are still there.

Waking up again, it was almost dark, Zhong Weiwei took the pork head meat that he had ordered, and hurried back.

The lights inside and outside the Qingxin Hall had been turned on, and Chonghua was sitting in the hall, with a table of delicacies in front of him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked out, his eyes were gentle and his expression was joyful.

It's like a husband waiting at home, finally seeing his wife and children return.

Zhong Weiwei stopped, unable to decide whether to take out the things in her hands.

Chonghua's eyes turned on the package in her hand, and he took it away calmly, looked at it and smiled again: "Come here."

And he didn't have as many thoughts as adults, so he flew towards Chonghua happily.

Opening his mouth, he sold Zhong Weiwei: "Auntie Wei brought you delicious food."

Others always say "delicious", but they always have to repeat and emphasize, saying "delicious".

As if so, that thing is particularly delicious.

Chonghua was aroused by him, and looked at Zhong Weiwei with serious eyes: "What is it?"

Because she was afraid that she would be perfunctory, he quickly added: "You have a conscience."

Zhong Weiwei had no choice but to open the package and send it up, a pot of fruit wine, and a piece of pork head:

"The wine is made from grapes in my small yard, and the flavor is good;
The pork head meat is made by the Huang family in the west of the city. It has a unique secret recipe and is delicious. "

When I was in Cangshan, Chonghua loved four things the most, one was her tea;

The second is the fruit wine she made from wild fruits;

The third is her roasted sparrow;

The fourth is the pork head meat prepared by the proprietress of Shanxia Yuji.

I ate too much roasted sparrows during the autumn hunt, but I haven't eaten the home-brewed fruit wine and pig's head meat for a long time.

She also remembered his likes and dislikes.

Chonghua's eyes darkened, he took the fruit wine silently, and poured himself a glass first.

Shang Shi Xue Ningdie quickly stopped: "Your Majesty, please let the slaves taste the food first."

Chonghua glanced at her lightly, raised his head, and drank the fruit wine in the glass in one gulp.

Put the bottom of the cup to the clock and light it up, with provocative eyes, I dare to drink, do you dare to drink?

Zhong Weiwei sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and lit the bottom of the glass to Chonghua.

Chonghua raised the corners of his lips and caught a piece of pork head, Xue Ningdie's expression was extremely ugly: "Your Majesty!"

This is food for common people, and it is difficult to be elegant. How can His Majesty the wise and mighty emperor eat it?
What's more, she hasn't tasted it yet!

Chonghua turned a deaf ear, fed the pork head meat into his mouth, chewed and judged it carefully, and then swallowed it, and said impartially:

"Although the taste is not quite the same as Yuji's pork head meat, it is still delicious."

Zhong Weiwei became happy: "That's right. After I came to Beijing, I couldn't forget Yuji's pork head meat. I always wondered where to get some to comfort the pain of lovesickness. It was very easy to find his home. Once I tasted it, I will never forget it." .”

She sighed: "I have eaten it for more than four years, and I still don't get tired of the taste. I can't go out during this period, but I can't forget it. I finally ate it today. It's so delicious."

After finishing speaking, he saw Chonghua staring at her intently, his heart tightened suddenly, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he laughed dryly: "Haha...

Knowing that His Majesty likes to eat, I specially brought you a taste. If you are happy, how about a year of military service? "

Chonghua poured a glass of wine for her and himself, and raised his glass to signal to her: "Youth will last forever."

Zhong Weiwei picked up the wine glass and saluted him: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chonghua tapped his chopsticks on the head of You You, who was curious about stealing wine, and said hard-heartedly, "You should go to bed."

Looking at Zhong Weiwei with red eyes again: "Aunt Wei..."

Seeing Chonghua glance over, she lowered her head and followed Xiaotang to leave dejectedly. Xue Ningdie went up to pour wine for Chonghua and Zhong Weiwei, but was also waved away.

In the hall, only Chonghua and Zhong Weiwei were left.

The table is full of delicacies and fine nectar, no match for a jug of poorly made fruit wine and a piece of unrefined pork head.

The wine in the pot was exhausted, and the pork head meat was finished, Zhong Weiwei put down his chopsticks and prepared to bid farewell to Chonghua: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for celebrating my birthday with my minister."

Chonghua threw the empty jug aside, picked up another jug ​​of fine wine brewed in the palace, and poured himself another glass:
"Even if you don't mention anything else, I have been a senior brother and sister for ten years, and the master is not here, and Zhong Mao is not here, so it's no big deal to celebrate your birthday."

When Zhong Weiwei saw him mentioning his adoptive father and Zhong Mao, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

No matter how the teacher's wife and senior sister treat her, the adoptive father really has nothing to say to her.

If her adoptive father was alive, she would definitely not have come to this point.

Chonghua silently spilled the fine wine in the cup on the ground, and he also remembered the kindness that Master had treated him.

If the master was still alive, he and Zhong Weiwei would not have come to this point, maybe they would have been married long ago, and the child would be so old soon.

For a while, both of them were silent.

Xue Ningdie whispered outside: "Your Majesty, the dishes are cold, do you want some hot dishes?"

"No need." Chonghua picked up a paulownia box beside himself, and put it beside Zhong Weiwei: "It's for you."

The paulownia box is simple and round, and it can be seen that it has been around for some years.

Zhong Weiwei recognized it, Chonghua had always used it to hold tea cakes when he was in Cangshan.

"What is it?" She opened the box with a smile, and saw the tea cake inside without any surprise.

The tea cakes are firm and beautiful, even the size is almost round.

A Tangdi pattern is pressed in the center of the tea cake, which is Chonghua's handwriting.

Chonghua also knows how to make tea.

Back then in Cangshan, he made tea with her every year.

The prepared tea cakes were given to the adoptive father and some to her, and all the rest were packaged and sent back to the capital.

He hid it too well, she had always regarded him as the son of a wealthy family in the capital, and never connected him with the majestic and splendid imperial palace.

She didn't know what was going on until she entered the palace and saw the tea made by the late emperor by chance.

At that time, besides being cold-hearted, she was still cold-hearted.

She thought she had known and loved him for more than six years, but she didn't even know his true identity, so she deserved to be deceived and betrayed.

These things have clearly passed for a long time, but when I think about it now, it still seems like yesterday.

Zhong Weiwei closed the paulownia box with a smile: "How can I be able to get the second senior brother to make tea by himself, it must have taken a lot of effort."

Chonghua's expression was indifferent: "You gave me fruit wine and pork head meat, took care of you for me, and made tea for you, in order to repay the favor."

Zhong Weiwei's emotions disappeared in an instant.

Return favors?
Just want to send her away with a box of tea?
She put on a half-smile: "Your Majesty, if you really want to talk about this, you really owe a lot of favors to your ministers, and it is far from being able to make up for it with a box of tea."

(End of this chapter)