pretty little cook

Chapter 233 The Assassination ([-])

It would take at least five or six days to rush from Luzhou to the capital even if it was 300 miles a day, not to mention that Yongen didn't rush that much at all, and only gave way to more than [-] miles a day. It was estimated that it would take twelve or three days to reach the capital. In this way, it was just in time for the birthday of the empress dowager.

On this day, the convoy drove to a mountain forest with the crescent moon hanging high. After looking at the sky, Zhang Fang drove the horse to the side of the carriage. "Master, I'm late for lunch today. I guess we won't be able to make it to the post station tonight. Why don't we camp here!" They have been in the military camp all year round, and this military tent is just an extra layer of cloth.

"Get ready!" Yong En's cold voice sounded in the carriage.

To prepare means to agree?Zhang Fang has followed Yong En for many years and naturally understood Yong En's meaning. As soon as he raised his hand, the convoy stopped slowly and found an open space.

The carriage stopped, and Mi Xiaowan jumped out of the carriage, stretched her legs, and bent over. Sitting in the carriage this day, her waist almost broke.

At this time, the fire had already started, and the belly of the car that Hou Er had been driving for a day was already empty, so he couldn't wait to put the dry food on the fire and roast it.

This dry food is actually some white flour pancakes. The weather is cold, and the white flour pancakes are fine flour, but cold noodles can’t be eaten in cold weather, so Houer baked them with fire. The hot pancakes are better It's better to be cold.

Smelling the aroma of pancakes, Mi Xiaowan sniffed. The flour pancakes were delicious, but they were still hard to swallow without food. "Second brother Hou, there are only pancakes, do you have any dishes?"

vegetable?Hou Er was taken aback, and laughed. "You little guy, you can make do with anything, but you just can't make do with your mouth. There's no food, but your big brother Zhang Fang has dried pork. If you have the ability, go ask for some!"

These days, Mi Xiaowan has never complained when she was on the road, but she talked a lot when it was time to eat. This time they missed the post station, so they could only eat dry food, so they didn't know if this little guy could survive Living.

Butcher shop?That's good or bad, Mi Xiaowan was depressed, even if the dry pancakes were served with a butcher's shop, it would be unbearable!

"Mi Xiaowan!" Yong En was still on the carriage, and said coldly.

Mi Xiaowan's face drooped instantly, these three words were what she heard Yong En say the most these days, Mi Xiaowan!Does she really want to ask if her name is worthless?
No matter how dissatisfied she is in her heart, she still wants to go up, who makes him a master?Slowly climb into the carriage. "Grandfather!"

"Take the roast chicken at noon and eat it!" Yong En threw a bag of things to Mi Xiaowan like throwing trash.

This roast chicken was specially wrapped by Yong En when he was leaving at noon, didn't he save it for dinner?Why did you throw it to her?
Seeing that Mi Xiaowan was still in a daze, Yong En pointed directly at the bonfire outside and said. "There is a fire below and it's hot before eating!"

Mi Xiaowan only felt that her mind was not turning, so she nodded numbly. "Oh!"

Holding the roast chicken all the way to the campfire, Mi Xiaowan didn't react too much, well, anyway, the chicken was in her hands, so she didn't want to eat it for nothing.

Yong En picked up a piece of pastry in a funny way. When he left at noon, he thought that he might not make it to the next station tonight, so before leaving, he specially asked someone to pack a roast chicken, just for Mi Xiaowan It was prepared in the evening, men like them are used to camping and dry food when they are away all year round, unlike Mi Xiaowan, it must be difficult for her to eat dry food.

(End of this chapter)