Chapter 125

"Long live, please."

"There's a new maid in the CI Ning palace. She's very good at tea making," said Zhong Zhiheng, with a smile on her eyebrow. "But the Empress Dowager's eyes are tight. She shouldn't be an ordinary woman."

"Yes, I understand. Please rest assured." Dai Jingfeng was too busy to bow.

"Come on, go down." Zhong Zhiheng waved.

"Yes, I leave." Dai Jingfeng just bowed down.

When Zhao Ruhai came in to wait for Zhong Zhiheng to wash, he was hit on his boots by a glass of motionless masked stone flowers. Zhao Ruhai felt that his vamp was wet when he came in, but he was too busy to pay attention to these things. He fell down on the wet carpet and asked for a sin while he kowtowed: "don't be angry! Long live and calm down! "

"What kind of tea did you make? How dare you bring such tea to my face? " Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, staring coldly at Zhao Ruhai, who was kowtowing, and thinking about the tea he was drinking in the CI Ning palace, he became even more annoyed. "If you don't think it's too long, you can deal with it later!"

"I know what's wrong! I know what's wrong! Please forgive me! " Zhao Ruhai is so scared that he can't even breathe. Facing the wet carpet, he is very puzzled. He usually makes tea like this. Long live has never picked out a reason. How can he dislike his craft?

"What are you doing on your knees?" Zhong Zhiheng said in a cold voice, "get out!"

"Yes, thank you Lord long!" Zhao Ruhai, like hearing of amnesty, was so busy that he got up from the ground.

"Come back!" But before he took two steps, he was stopped by Zhong Zhiheng.

Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he turned back and bowed: "I'm here."

"Go ahead and..." Zhong Zhiheng frowned and thought for a long time, then continued, "the one who danced well last time..."

"Liu is always there." Zhao Ruhai is very busy.

"It's her. Let her come." Zhong Zhiheng's lazy tunnel.

"Yes, I will send someone to pick up Liu Chang." Zhao Ruhai is too busy to bow.

Jiasheng, August 16, 2002

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"Did I say hello last night? Did you bite your teeth? " Ah Chou sat on the Kang, stirring the inside of the bowl, while watching Lu Mingwei nervously, who was sitting in front of the kitchen table, burning the fire. "Have you dreamt yet?"

"I didn't snore or bite my teeth," Zhong Mingwei said to ah Chou with a smile as he continued firewood into the stove. "It's just a dream talk."

"What did I say?" A Chou was startled, and his eyes widened. He was obviously nervous.

Why is ah Chou so nervous?

Because last night, ah Chou had a dream, a dream about Zhong Mingwei and her good dream, so can she not be nervous? If you say something that shouldn't be said, don't you lose the dead?

"You say, you especially want to have noodle soup," Zhong Mingwei said seriously, but the seriousness on his face didn't last long, and he couldn't help laughing. "So today, I specially asked you to make noodle soup."

"Cut!" Ah Chou was disgusted and disbelieving, but he was relieved. He turned his mouth and said, "I'm sure that I want to eat fish and meat even when I'm talking in my dream. How can it be noodle soup?"

Zhong Mingwei smiled in a low way, which was not very interesting. "Isn't it a long time since I haven't eaten it?"

"I ate it a few days before tomorrow." As ah Chou said, he took the spoon, covered the sticky noodles with one hand, squeezed out a pimple from the tiger's mouth, and took the pimple with the other hand and put it into the boiling vegetable soup.

Zhong Mingwei's eyes are moving along with the white and tender dough. How can he think of it as magical: "girl, this is what grandma Xiang taught you?"

"No, it's with Mr. Xie. I used to send clothes to the imperial dining room sometimes. I'll stay in the imperial dining room for a while to see how they cook." ah Chou continued to squeeze the pimples on his face, and at the same time flashed a sly wink at Zhong Mingwei. "But what they made was meatballs. I made pimples like a cat and draw a tiger. Isn't that smart?"