Chapter 967

Jiasheng, June 17, 34.

Prince's house of an County.

"Mingwei, I think Miss Gu is a little strange recently," Meiya whispered to Zhong Mingwei while holding the dumplings. "Aren't we dumplings with pickled vegetables today? I asked Xiaohao to ask her to come over and eat dumplings. She said that she couldn't be empty. She used to like dumplings with pickled vegetables the most. Now in Beijing, we can't easily make dumplings with pickled vegetables. She can't even come over and eat them. It's too much to say. "

"Is it possible that others are busy?" Zhong Mingwei stood in front of the table, cutting the meat, and said that today he is going to make pot and baorou. He has no ability to cook, but he can help fight. Just now, he chopped the dumpling stuffing. At this time, he smelled the unique taste of the house full of pickled vegetables. He wanted to drink water. Since he left ningguta, this is the first time they made dumplings with pickled vegetables How is it that the polite Phoenix and dragon are also full of greedy insects?

"That can't be busy every time. Last time I went to the door, she didn't have time to take care of me," said Meiya, muttering to Hao Dongqing, who was rolling out the dumpling skin with her chin. At the same time, she said angrily to Zhong Mingwei, "if you don't believe me, ask Xiaohao! She didn't want to be with me to stew chicken soup for Mr. Chen! I'm not lying! "

"Yes, last time Miss Gu said that she wanted to go back to stew chicken soup for Mr. Chen," Hao Dongqing testified to Meiya hurriedly, but she couldn't care about the flour full of her hands, so she gave a deep bow to Zhong Mingwei. "Yes, what my wife said is true, please don't wronged my husband!"

Meiya has a convulsion at the corner of her mouth: "..."

Where are all these?

Zhong Mingwei silently put down his knife and said to Hao Dongqing, "you don't need to work here. Go to the dining room to make a fire."

"Yes, I do!" Hao Dongqing is too busy to bow down.

"Don't let this stupid green follow you in the future," said Zhong Mingwei, looking at Hao Dongqing's back. He said angrily, "like a wooden stake, I'm tired of watching it."

"Who don't bother you?" Meiya flies a big white eye towards him, puts the dumplings in her hand on the tray, and murmurs, "you wish I could be your canary, except for the man you can't see again!"

"Where do I mean that?" Zhong Mingwei was dumbfounded, and explained busily, "I just think this kid's head is in a daze. It's like a stake. It's too hard to get along with him."

"I think it's nice to be such a person, but I don't think you like it very much," Meiya said, pointing to Zhong Mingwei at the same time? Pang Yi is, the Kong brothers are, and even Mr. Chen is a man of his own death. Such a person is practical. "

"Ha ha, you say so, I think that stupid head is green and smooth," Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and continued to cut the meat, while saying, "girl, you're right. People who recognize the dead are practical."

"So, Zhou Youan is not a down-to-earth person. When Ma Tongling was away, he seemed to be a loyal man. When Ma Tongling was gone, he began to make his own small calculation," Meiya said softly, as he continued to make dumplings, he said casually, "I don't know how the guards of Dagong are doing."

"I think it's only these two days. He's always a quick worker." Zhong Mingwei said.