Although she didn't know why, if she didn't want him, she would not have run out of the city to meet him yesterday.
Two people drove the carriage all the way to Chuang Tzu outside the city. The servant knew that they were coming, so he quickly found a mother-in-law to cook for them.
Ping'an suddenly remembers what happened in his last life. At that time, Meng Huo made it for her, and his craftsmanship was very good.
"Can you cook?" Ping'an looked at him and asked.
Meng Huo nodded, "yes."
"Really, you can cook it for me and let them go back when they are ready." Ping'an looks forward to him.
Meng Huo said with a smile, she took him to pick fruit.
This year, Ping'an specially set aside a lot of fruits, strawberries, grapes, watermelons and so on. She also planted a lot of flowers. Now she likes to come here.
Two people picked a lot of fruit, hand in hand back to the yard.
The servants have already prepared the dishes. Meng Huo rolls up his sleeves to do something.
"Do you want to cook in this? Go and change your clothes first. There's something clean in it. " Ping'an motioned to him, and he went to wash the fruit.
Today, what she was wearing was simple. She rolled up a small part of her sleeve to show her snow-white arm.
Meng Huo looked back at her and changed her clothes first.
Ping'an also prepared a neat suit for him, which is similar to the housekeeper's clothes, but the materials and details are very exquisite and convenient.
"A beautiful man is a beautiful man. Everything looks good on him. I think those who say Liuwang is the first beautiful man are quite blind." Ping'an came and pinched his face.
"If a man wants to fight for such a name, he may be ill." Meng Huo obviously disdained the name of the first beautiful man.
Ping'an laughed, "you don't care, but some people care, such as your sixth brother."
Referring to the six kings, Meng Huo didn't say anything. For him, those princes had nothing to do with him.
"You don't seem to have a good relationship with your brothers and sisters." Looking at him safely.
"My mother's status is low. She was a palace maid. She was a concubine when she gave birth to me. She died in childbirth. I was raised by another concubine in the palace. When I was 15 years old, she also died, so I was sent out of the palace. No one took me seriously these years." Meng Huo simply talked about his own situation.
"It doesn't matter. You'll have me later." Ping An took his hand with a smile.
Hearing this, Meng Huo felt very warm. He held her over and said, "I really thank the Luo family for bringing you back."
"Cook, I haven't eaten yet." Ping'an is really hungry now.
Seeing this, Meng Huo began to cook and someone was responsible for the fire.
Soon, four dishes and one soup were ready, and two bowls of bright rice were produced here by Ping'an, which tasted very good.
Ping'an also sent a jar of wine. Meng Huo smelled the special aroma and asked, "what kind of wine is this? Why is it so special? "
"This is my wine. How do you like it?" Ping'an poured him a cup. Meng Huo picked it up, smelled it and tasted it again. "It's delicious."
"I'll give you another drink."
ordered her to bring her high baijiu.
In this dynasty, although there was wine, but the degree was very low, there was no high alcohol.
Ping'an brewed this wine, almost 67 degrees high, compared with those with water like wine, I don't know how many times better to drink.
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