Chapter 224

Would she?

Mo xingle's palms were sweating. His heart hung high in the air, waiting for the answer of the bird's nest.

The bird's nest didn't look at Mo xingle. She went to the long Princess and saluted: "if Lord Mo welcomes me with the gift of his wife, coral is willing, if it's next to..." she spit out two words: "No."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo xingle couldn't wait to answer. He was afraid that the bird's nest would misunderstand him: "of course, it's the right wife. It's the right marriage! You will never be wronged! " Then he seemed unable to grasp the truth and carefully confirmed with her, "do you really promise to marry me?"

The bird's nest looked at him, and a thought-provoking smile popped up on his mouth. Mo xingle's heart jumped. He always felt that he had nothing to do, so he heard the bird's nest say, "there's one condition."

"People, why do you enjoy digging pits?"

Mo xingle sighed. He wanted to go back. A few hours ago, a big ear scraper woke him up, asked what to ask, and waited happily to welcome the bride home to warm the quilt. Isn't it good? Have to ask, you cheap mouth! You deserve it. What can you do now? The bird's nest asked him to cook a dish that suits her.

Cooking, worry - forget it, forget it!

At home, my mother and grandmother sat around, holding an embroidered round fan in their hands, covering the lower half of their face. Look at me, I look at you. They both glanced at someone who was busy in the kitchen and smiled together. "It's a heart attack this time. It's rare for someone to control him. I don't know what the girl looks like?"

"Mother can rest assured that her daughter-in-law has been asked. The girl's original name was shangguanyan. She was the daughter of the doctor of the catering department and the chef Xu of the former dynasty. In order to overturn the case for the family and Wu Qiu, the daughter of the imperial chef of the former dynasty, she entered Princess Chang's house. She was smart and had good cooking skills. She was already a first-class servant girl around Princess Chang within a few years. "

"You say that, I'm really curious about that girl. Ah, xingle hasn't come out for so long. What he has to do is not very simple? " I remembered that Mo xingle had been in the kitchen for a long time. As usual, it shouldn't be difficult for him to get a round“ Go and have a look? "

After this, Mrs. Mo, as her daughter-in-law, helped the old lady to find her son. Over there, Mo xingle walked through the corridor with a paint plate and shouted, "here comes, here comes the delicious food!"

The two people who had just stood up sat back and couldn't help laughing when they saw his appearance.

Mo xingle's apron around his waist has not been untied. His face, waist and apron are also stained with a lot of flour. A few strands of hair in front of his forehead are wet by sweat and close to his cheeks. Not only that, his nose is a little gray and black ash, which is very embarrassing.

"Mom, grandma, have a taste. This is the Lantern Festival I made." He put two bowls in front of them and watched them deliver the Lantern Festival to his mouth: "how does it taste?"

The two laughed without speaking.

In the twinkling of an eye, it will be the Lantern Festival.

The main road of Royal Street is decorated with lanterns. There are all kinds of lanterns on the head. Small stalls along the street guess lantern riddles. Small garlands and hairpins woven with Jasmine are sold. They are mixed with bursts of sweet fragrance in the middle. It is easy to recall visitors' memory of Yuanxiao or Tangyuan. Tangyuan is sweet and glutinous. When you bite it, the sesame filling on the inside flows out. The white outer skin and gray and black inner filling have excellent visual effect, Travelers from the south prefer this mouth, and the people in the capital still like the hard taste of yuanxiao.

But no matter who, in this busy time, takes advantage of a bowl of sweet soup, the children are happy to eat, and the adults are happy to eat, so as to put a complete end to the new year.

The water in the pot has been a little turbid. The glutinous rice flour attached to the white dumplings has melted and dissolved in the water. The water is boiling. One snow-white dumplings are rolling and sinking in the pot. The spoons open from time to time to avoid several dumplings sticking together and never separating again. Once a guest wants to order, quickly scoop out four small dumplings from the pot and add a spoonful of brown sugar boiled sweet water, Sprinkle a spoonful of sweet scented osmanthus on the surface of the dumpling.

Mo xingle came to the seat next to the stall with two bowls of dumplings. The bird's nest was already waiting for him. The dense black hair was hairpin with Begonia silk flowers. The silk flowers were very simulated, like the clouds at dawn. The orange light of the lantern made her particularly charming. Mo xingle's face turned red, his eyes staggered, fell to the side and said, "eat while it's hot. The Tangyuan in this family is very delicious. I used to buy a bowl every time I went here during the Lantern Festival."

"Yes." Take the bird's nest with both hands and blow away the heat.

"How?" Mo xingle asked.

A smile appeared on her face, "the brown sugar water in the sweet soup is added with ginger. The ginger flavor is heavy, so it won't feel particularly greasy. Sugar osmanthus adds some flavor, snow-white soft waxy dumplings, reddish brown sugar water, and finally sugar osmanthus, which is golden. It looks delicious. The sesame filling is thick and juicy. It's very delicious. When we were in Nanxun before, Every Lantern Festival and Mid Autumn Festival, I will make dumplings. One year, I don't remember whether there are too many dumplings or what. Ah Yao made it in another way. It tastes good. "

"Just delicious." Mo Xing is happy to see that the bird's nest face is really satisfied and relieved.

But it was too early for him to rest assured. The bird's nest asked, "what about you? Have you decided what to do?"

“……”

In the face of holding his cheek, a small jade white wrist appeared from his sleeve, and his eyes seemed to converge into the bird's nest of lights. Mo xingle didn't think about it at the moment, held his breath, and still felt that his forehead was sweating“ This... "

"No?" The bird's nest drooped its eyes and expressed disappointment.

"I..."

Dali Temple secretary, who had always been quick thinking and knew everything, was speechless at this time. He was even more in a hurry when he saw the bird's nest disappointed. When he was ready to break the jar, a little girl came over and pulled the bird's nest skirt, which attracted the bird's nest to look at her and said, "sister, a scholar brother asked me to give you this letter."

The little girl is eloquent and makes clear the identity of the person who sent the letter.

The bird's nest took the letter with a smile and said thanks. He took out the pine nut amber candy wrapped in glutinous rice paper from his sleeve and handed it to the little girl with a few Wen. She let her choose for herself. She watched the little girl bite her fingers and get tangled. Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation of sugar. She grabbed the amber candy, opened the glutinous rice paper and urged the bird's nest to read the letter quickly, so that she could go back and reply to the scholar.

When she opened the letter, she understood what was going on at a glance, and deliberately read: "what evening do you see this beloved. Zi Xi, Zi Xi, why is such a good man? "

"Brother Xiucai also said that if you are interested in reading the letter, please go to the second floor of the teahouse."

Mo xingle is suddenly stiff. Today is the Lantern Festival. "Since the dawn of the night, men and women are confused". The flow of people is like weaving, and the lanterns shine on the Iraqi people. It is the most easy time to fall in love at first sight. If you look at it, you can boldly express it. The bird's nest is young, charming and dignified. Anyone who sees it will be moved, not to mention the old man in his thirties - a great sense of crisis is coming to him. If he doesn't hurry up, if the bird's nest goes to another house, he will have a lonely life.

no way!

He wanted to say no, but he was not qualified to decide for bird's nest.

"Well, bring me a message." Said the bird's nest. Mo xingle pretends to eat dumplings, but pricks up his ears. The skin is tight and the atmosphere is afraid to go out. The bird's nest glanced at Mo xingle, "so you have your own wife and Luo Fu has his own husband. Have a nice evening. "

The little girl repeatedly recited the poem and ran into the teahouse to reply.

The sudden crisis and the sudden emergence of the sun made Mo xingle make up his mind, "wait for me here and I'll be right back."

“？” Bird's nest watched him go to the stall owner. I don't know what he said. He persuaded the stall owner to make room for him. Mo xingle picked up his sleeves. The stall made dumplings instead of yuanxiao. The fillings used were different. The fillings of dumplings were relatively single, focusing on the taste of one ingredient. The fillings of Yuanxiao included sesame, walnut and sweet scented osmanthus red bean sand, Mix well with sesame oil, compact and knead the stuffing into solid balls, and then dip in water to start shaking the dumpling stuffing. The dark dumpling stuffing rolls in the white glutinous rice powder, and gradually stained with different colors. In the end, it can be seen that the white dumplings are not white, just like the dumplings, and they are cut black.

It's not easy to shake the Lantern Festival. He practiced at home for a long time. His mother and grandmother said to move fast, work hard and evenly. It's easy to say. It's not the same thing to do. When shaking the Lantern Festival home, even the servants are bitter and don't want to eat... He finally found the feeling and pretended to be a teacher.

Make the Lantern Festival and then tie some holes on it with bamboo sticks to prevent oil splashing when you go down the oil pan. When the Lantern Festival in the oil pot is golden and there is a circle of small bubbles on the surface, it is picked up to control the oil. When the Lantern Festival comes out of the pot, there are bursts of oil fragrance. It is no surprise that people who smell it will think of that delicious crisp feeling.

"Boss, give me a fried... Eh, Lord Mo?"

Smelling the smell of fried yuanxiao, the people who came to look at the golden balls in the oil pan for the first time. The taste drifted from here. They were salivating. They paid to find that the "boss" was not ordinary people, but his colleagues! I couldn't help staring, "Lord mo... Why are you here?" Selling Yuanxiao at the Yuanxiao night market?

Are you short of money? Shouldn't it? Or do you want to investigate the case, so pretend to be a hawker? My colleague made up his mind, glanced left and right, nodded seriously: "I understand, I understand."

"I just borrow the boss's oil pan, your yuanxiao." Mo Xing was happy to see him misunderstood and didn't intend to say more to avoid complications. He quickly tied a few with bamboo sticks and dressed them into a string. Then he handed zongzi ye dangtuo to his colleagues, paid the money with one hand and the Lantern Festival with the other, and Yang Yang drove him away.

In fact, my colleagues are still curious. Mo xingle's reaction is not like handling a case. They haven't gone far. Mo xingle skillfully tied a string of fried dumplings and handed them to a woman. From his position, they can only see their side faces. Mo xingle is very nervous. He can feel his tension all the way. This guy will go to the imperial examination together with him. The imperial examination will be easy, Without the dignity of others, who is this woman sacred to subdue Mo xingle?

Seeing the woman looking at the fried lantern string in her hand, she looked at Mo xingle as if she hesitated. With his encouragement, she took a small taste and showed a simple smile. She seemed to have thousands of stars in her eyes, and then nodded slowly.

"Ow - bird's nest! Lady! "

"Oh! Mo xingle, you put me down quickly! "

The voices of a man and a woman came back and forth. One was so happy that he said he would invite passing guests to eat yuanxiao. One was angry but more shy. There was the collision sound of a bench falling to the ground. His colleagues were so surprised that their eyes stared out——

The Dali Temple secretary, who had been single for 30 years, succeeded in catching up with the happy person on the Lantern Festival.