Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 742: Doll Kiss (2)
"Tuanzi, come, come to Auntie."

The baby and the baby are too smart, like a little adult, and the newly born Yuyu is too noisy, three years old and old, less than three months old, Luo He has already characterized the little Yuyu as an out-of-the-ordinary foodie.

A few little ones ate the cakes, looking at them eagerly, with glistening saliva dripping from their mouths.

It seems that the emaciated Tuanzi has become Luohe's new love.

Maybe Tuanzi and Xiangxiang have the same congenital deficiency, they are also not talkative, they are more shy and shy, but the two little ones can play together, holding hands and not letting go.

Luo He's eyes lit up, and he asked Mo Yan secretly, "Can Tuanzi's illness be completely cured?"

"No problem, just rely on recuperation, wait for a few years, let the group practice martial arts, strengthen your body, and guarantee healthier than normal people."

Mo Yan was not lying, she used diet therapy to nourish the dumplings slowly, and after more than half a year, she saw improvement.

After hearing this, Luo He's face was obviously happy, and Mo Yan said suspiciously, "You don't have any ideas, do you?"

"Of course, I want to tell Mu Bai to go to Wei's house to discuss the marriage of the two little ones."

Luo He stood up happily, her gentle goddess temperament was gone, she rubbed her hands, her eyes sparkling, and paced back and forth in the hall.

The best relationship is to cultivate and educate the dumplings from a young age. Xiangxiang is the only one for the dumplings. When the two little ones grow up, let them get married.

The relationship between childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts is the purest, without impurities. I heard that Xiaotuanzi has no girl playmates, and Xiangxiang is the first one. Luohe is bubbling beautifully and contented.

Mo Yan staggered and was almost slipped by the smooth marble.Fortunately, after she gave birth, her body was light and she quickly mastered her balance.

The two little babies are holding hands, relying on each other, looking more like brother and sister, why is Luo He so unreliable?
Not a family, not entering a family, Mo Yan rubbed her forehead, she underestimated Luo He, this bad idea came up, and she was not afraid that Xiangxiang would resent the baby when she grew up.

"Yanyan, Tuanzi will be my son-in-law in the future."

Luo He rejoiced and muttered in a low voice, "I know that both your baby and your baby don't like Xiangxiang, and this marriage can't be made. Just now, Xiangxiang suffered from baby, and it was Xiaotuanzi who protected her."

A person's character can be seen at a very young age.

Tuanzi has a sense of responsibility, Luo He is really a mother-in-law who looks at her son-in-law, and she is satisfied no matter how she sees her. She doesn't mind Wei Zixian's past at all.

"Too impure!"

What does Xiaowa know about love?Who knows what they will look like when they grow up, Mo Yan is determined not to let the two buns marry as close relatives, and will not make a baby kiss prematurely.

"Oh, how dare I come to the door in person for this kind of thing? Why don't you send a letter and let the Wei family come to propose marriage?"

Luo He was so excited that his cheeks were pink, his breathing was disordered, and he started to fidget with shock.

Facing a crazy person with a fever on the bed, Mo Yan was speechless. She took two steps back, and then two steps back, and slowly exited the palace, leaving Luo He talking to himself.

In the evening, the light rain stopped.

Mo Yan was waiting for Wanqi Yuling at the octagonal pavilion in the imperial garden, and the couple made an appointment to throw off the little buns and have a meal alone.

Four palace lanterns hung above the center of the pavilion, and the silk ribbons hung down very long. Mo Yan was covered with soft cushions, surrounded by flowers and plants. In the distance were magnificent palaces with clear lines and a majestic appearance. Atmospheric beauty.

I don’t know if it’s because people get more and it’s not easy to be satisfied. Many nights, in dreams, Mo Yan always dreamed of the days when he was working as a gangster in Mingzhou in the northwest, standing at the entrance of a small alley every night, listening to Noisy life, dogs barking, smoke from every household, and the smell of rice in the air.

Although the palace is good, there are not many relatives to see, and Wan Qi Yuling is busy with government affairs, so the couple spends very little time together.

Mo Yan is not without regrets in her heart, but she knows that if Da Viet's current situation is a little relaxed, she will be swallowed by the barbarians in the North.

The country of Dayue belongs to the crown prince, and it will be her children who will control the country for thousands of miles in the future.

Wan Qi Yuling had just dealt with government affairs, and did not forget the agreement between the two. He came towards the imperial garden and ordered the imperial dining room to start serving dishes.

The food in the palace did not suit Mo Yan's taste. He found that his wife's appetite was very strange, and he didn't feel like eating delicacies from mountains and seas. He hoped for some delicacies with regional characteristics.

For this reason, Wanqi Yuling quietly sent an imperial cook to study among the people.

The imperial chefs were quite disapproving at first, thinking that the emperor was wasting money and wasting money, so he was doing nothing.Of course, they didn't have the guts to say so.

What does the royal chef represent?Those are the people with the best culinary skills in Dayue. They all come from a family of royal chefs.

Knowing that these imperial cooks were arrogant, Wan Yuyuling didn't speak a word. After giving the order, she didn't mention the matter of letting everyone go back to the palace.

Everyone saw that the emperor was serious, so they had to brazenly visit several surrounding cities, and even visited the stalls in the village market.

If you don't go, you don't know. Once you go, you will be shocked. They finally know that there are people outside of people, and there is a truth beyond the sky.

No matter how good the mountain delicacies are, they are not as appetizing as the hot and sour noodles that people eat on the streets, and no matter how good the chicken, duck and fish are, they are not as warm as farm dishes.

Cooking is not to pursue the appearance of the dishes, which are too beautiful, but like works of art, without the simplicity of home-cooked dishes.

Da Viet is not Da Wu. What people pursue is reality, not airs.

The imperial chefs had been away for a few months, and they had a deep understanding, and they were 1 convinced of the emperor's actions.

Everyone strives hard, uses money to impress the people, and learns from teachers. Whether it is cakes, side dishes or even the cheapest baked sweet potatoes on the street, making dried sweet potatoes, they all learn with a devout attitude.

The empress is right, as long as it is an ingredient, it has its own value and is equal, regardless of high or low.

The royal chefs felt that they were too powerful in the past, and it was fine to divide people into ranks and ranks. Why did they have to impose it on the ingredients?

After a few months, everyone has mastered many new skills and returned with high spirits.

Wan Yu Yuling remained silent and did not let the imperial chefs show. Everyone was confused again and did not understand the emperor's intentions.

"The ninth day of May, do you know what day it is?"

When the Chief Ouchi came to the imperial dining room, he only said one sentence, and everyone was enlightened.

That's right, the ninth day of May is Mo Yan's birthday, and Wan Qi Yuling racked her brains to surprise her.

Jewelry can no longer impress her, what is needed is creativity.

After much deliberation, this is the safest way. The lawn on the racetrack will be mowed. On the ninth day of May, all civil and military officials and wives will be invited to the palace to celebrate the queen's birthday, and a special food festival will be held along the way.

(End of this chapter)