Chapter 574

"Sister an, thank you for this pair of silver bracelets," Meiya put her hands in front of Xiaoan, her delicate white wrists, and a pair of silver twined silk double button bracelets. This is a wedding greeting given to her by Xiaoan and pangyi. Meiya liked it very much. She put it on the next day, but she didn't take it off. At this time, she was embarrassed to Xiaoan I should have picked it when I was on the ground. You see, I forgot it. "

"The bracelet was opened in the temple. It's said that it has the effect of praying for blessings and driving away disasters. The lady often wears her own blessing around her body, which doesn't need to be picked."

In order to prepare a suitable gift for Meiya, little an's brain is broken. She doesn't lack silver, but she can't send it out of the ordinary. Later, she inquired with the shop assistant. She said that it was ningguta. When the bride went out, her mother had the custom of sending Silver bracelets. She went to the jewelry shop to buy the best pair of silver bracelets and sent them to the temple for opening That's what I sent to Meiya.

"You see, I call you elder sister. Your wife is too long and your wife is too short. How many points are there?" Meiya said with a smile.

"Yes, my sister said." Xiao'an said with a smile.

"Let's go, in this sunny place. Let's go back to the house and talk." Meiya said, as she followed xiao'an, Zhong Mingwei and pangyi followed slowly.

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"The two houses are not far away from the other houses in Nanshan, but one or two li away," said pangyi, rolling leather. He spent 15 years in the camp in southern Xinjiang. Every new year's Eve, the soldiers would make dumplings together. He didn't know how to make dumplings. Instead, the craftsmanship of "leather" was good. "A two-way house, in the west of the other house in Nanshan, is a three-way house. It's different from Nanshan The courtyard is separated from our pond. "

"Then buy three in, and you won't be embarrassed if you have a doll later," Meiya said with a smile as she made dumplings. "By the way, can you two set a date?"

Pang Yi is not very interesting. He takes a look at xiao'an, then says with a smile: "we want to wait for two days to go to the temple for incense, and then find the great master of the temple to choose a lucky day."

"That's it. It's not convenient for sister an to get married early because she always lives in the inn," said Meiya, looking at xiao'an from time to time and glancing at her. Then she kneaded the dumplings clumsily. She sat next to xiao'an and took a new dumpling skin and slowly showed it to xiao'an, smiling. "Do you understand?"

"I see," Little Ann nodded, put the dumplings aside, and took a dumpling skin, and then it came out with a four don't look, Little Ann looked at the four don't look, very sad, "how can I be so stupid?"

"It doesn't matter if the dumplings are made three times. It doesn't matter if the stuffing doesn't leak out," Meiya comforted her. "I made dumplings for the first time, which is much worse than you."

"Then I'll learn how to make dumplings from you later." Xiao'an said, just now when pangyi and Meiya were talking about eating dumplings, she didn't feel very good about it. She knew pangyi was a dumpling lover, but she was a child who didn't touch yangchunshui. Where could she make dumplings? Once upon a time, there were maids and servants in her family. She didn't want to learn these things, but now it's different. She wants to get married. Like other little daughters in law, she wants to prepare three meals a day for her husband.

"You must be quick to learn so cleverly," Meiya looked at a tray full of dumplings and looked out. "Where's Mingwei?"

"Playing chess with Mr. Gu." Pang Yidao rolled out the last dumpling skin and handed it to xiao'an. He came back and Baba watched the dumplings.

Xiao'an is almost nervous. She was stared at by Pang Yi. She was clumsy at first. Now her hands are shaking a little. She glanced at Pang Yi and said in a small voice, "what are you looking at?"

Pang Yi didn't laugh: "look at you making dumplings for the first time."

"I don't make dumplings," said xiao'an, looking at another four different things in his hand, frustrated. "Even a child can't catch up with the craftsmanship of making clay at home."

"I don't dislike it," Pang Yi laughed even harder, and his eyes were full of fine lines. "No matter how ugly your bag is, it's better than others'

Meiya: " Pang Yi, don't eat my dumplings in the future. "