The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 500 Meeting in the Tent
"Cough!" She choked in embarrassment, and asked in a subdued voice, "What's for breakfast?"

"What else can I have?" He grumbled complainingly, "Nan cakes and the like, I really miss the delicacies in the capital, and the people of Xiaoyang don't know how to enjoy them."

Although she is also a glutton, but at this time, she can't be picky.

Eat whatever you have, filling your stomach first.

Seeing her chewing happily with no complaints, Liu Zhenzhen couldn't help but said: "I think back then, when I was pregnant with Jieer, I suddenly wanted to eat grapes in the middle of the night, but Brother Lan immediately went all over the city to look for them. The grapes here are not sweet, so I just went to several stores and tasted them one by one, haha, but in the end, I prefer sour ones.”

After taking a sip of crisp milk tea, she smiled and shook her head: "You are so willful."

Princess Liu raised her chin: "Pregnant women have the right to be self-willed. If you are asked to choose according to your temperament, what do you want to eat the most?"

"Hmm..." She thought for a while, then said, "Red fruit."

"Hey..." Just listening, a spout of sour saliva spread in her mouth, Liu Zhenzhen swallowed her saliva, "Why is it stronger than mine, at least it should be coated with sugar?"

"No." She refused, "It makes me sick to think of sweetness."

Surprised face: "You used to love pastries the most!"

"Probably... the heart of a pregnant woman, the seabed needle."

"..."

After eating breakfast leisurely, Toya sent someone to invite her.

It was only when I got to the tent that I found out that Zhana boasted to several other foreign friends yesterday that she could put a big paper bird into the sky.

"Su Qige, please." Holding the hem of his clothes timidly, "I don't want to be laughed at by them."

Ever since she told Zhana that her name had the meaning of flower, the little girl named Su's surname "Hua" in Xiaoyang language, thinking that it was very close to her name.

On the side, Toya said helplessly: "I will only cause you trouble."

"Zhiyuan, right?" She couldn't bear to refute the child's expectation, "I'll do my best."

The little girl cheered, and quickly followed her instructions to collect the necessary materials.

Sufficient thick paper, bamboo strips, cotton thread and paste.

In fact, she hasn't played much, so she can only do it from memory.

Xiaoyang's maid didn't know anything about this and couldn't help.

As for Liu Zhenzhen, after smashing several pieces of paper, she had no choice but to stop, and retreated to the edge of the kang.

"Cousin, come on, I'll smash some dried fruit for you."

There is a kind of fruit in Xiaoyang, which is fragrant and crisp, but the shell is very hard, and it is not easy to get the kernel.

But this rough job is obviously more suitable for Princess Liu than making paper kites.

So, on the other side of the kang, Liu Zhenzhen and the maid competed to see who smashed the nuts faster and more completely.

On that side, she patiently peeled off the bamboo strips.

The second wife personally cooked a pot of hot milk tea with strong fragrance, and the atmosphere in the room was pleasant.

"Sister Toya!"

With a delicate voice, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl stepped into the tent, followed by a thin man.

The woman looked at it carefully and said pleasantly, "Miss."

Even if she is the king's wife, in Toya's heart, the patriarch's daughter is still the most noble and amiable person.

Suman handed over the paper bag in his hand: "Aunt Gemma rushed to make the clothes for the child, and asked me to bring a message. After two months, I will come to accompany you to wait for the delivery."

Hearing that her mother was coming, the woman was extremely excited.

After a while, he calmed down a little, wiped the corners of his eyes, thought of Su Yingchun and the others, and then introduced in Central Plains dialect:
"Miss, they are the king's distinguished guests and my friends."

"People from the Central Plains?" Suman greeted slightly bluntly, then turned to the silent man, "Dulan, you are half of your tribe."

(End of this chapter)