Chapter 163: Laba again

Whether you like it or not, you have to live as usual. Although you have been sleeping in these months, Xuejian woke up early for the first time. The first thought that hit my mind was that it was Laba again!

Inexplicably, there is no trace of blood on his face. It was not moved. It was also such a dark morning. I also packed up a series of ingredients such as beans, rice, lotus seeds, red dates and so on the day before Laba. It was really cold that morning. The man asked her why she got up so early? She replied... Forget it, forget it, now they have already warmed the bed and warmed the bed, and have already added a new bed warmer. She... That's all, all, why do you think of this again?

So, I can't lie down anymore. I have to do something to save the sourness and drown myself. After all, he sat up and wore a fur coat, which became more and more boring.

whispered Xiaomei to come in to serve. She thought that it seemed that people were really lazy. She didn't know when she got used to being served and began to enjoy this benefit. Now, should I get used to falling asleep alone without company?

Xiaomei came in and lit the candle. Seeing the desolation on her face, she felt pain for no reason, and tears almost flowed out. After suffocation, she complained softly, "Madam, these living slaves and maidservants can do it..." She didn't say anything next. She said that she knew Xuejian and couldn't listen to it.

"I can't sleep either." Xiaomei helped him to the kitchen, directed Xiaoli to cook the porridge, and then slowly boiled the porridge. In addition, a family of seven, who had children, also thought that for today's holiday, they could give away a bowl of fragrant porridge as a "gift", so they made two large pots of Laba porridge, which smelled like a lot.

For just one hour, the fragrant smell of Laba porridge also spread in the fresh morning air in the bright sky. Maybe she got up really early, and the cooking smoke curled up, and Xue saw that there was an unreal feeling at this time. After all, she had not woken up in her dream? Or is she awake in the dream?

Seeing her trance, Xiaomei asked worriedly, "Madam, are you all right?"

Xue saw a weak smile and comforted her, "It's okay. It's just that the porridge smells good, and I feel a little hungry and want to eat it."

Xiaomei was distressed by Xuejian, so she went to the house to get a coat and tied it for her carefully.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside, breaking the silence, "Shop, shopkeeper, may I ask, is this a store? Is there any food for sale? It's not a local accent. I think it should be a person who is on the road at night. I passed by the entrance of the village and saw the high signboard, so I came here.

The birth of a child answered loudly, "Your guest, please wait a moment." Fortunately, I want to make Laba porridge today. Last night, I agreed to let the family who gave birth come early to have breakfast together. Ordinary grocery stores don't have to open so early.

The person at the door of the store thought of not one, and muttered a few words, but Xue Jian didn't pay attention. Then someone ran out of the alley, and after a while, more people's footsteps came.

"What a fragrant porridge flavor." Presumably, the child has opened the door of the store. Several young people praised it, and then raised their voices, "Your excellency, this shop is still clean. You two, sit in it first and warm your hands." Oh, listen to this, there are still a few officials. In the middle of the tea shop, there was a big stove, and a few potatoes were filled in the stove, and the fragrance was also floating out.

"I didn't expect that there is such a place in the countryside. It's good, good." There is a gentle male voice.

"It's still clean." It's a cold voice.

If you listen carefully, you will find that the sound is so familiar, but at this moment, what attracts snow is the ordinary porridge fragrance, which is actually so familiar. Standing quietly in the courtyard, she had too many complicated emotions in her heart, but she couldn't say it. Hachiro should now say, "I like to drink Xuejian's sister's porridge best." Jiulang must have followed closely and immediately said, "As long as it is made by Xuejian's sister, I love it."

Looking up at the dark sky, is it going to snow again? Which saint said that if you look up like this, there will be no more tears?

"I don't love so much, only a little. Other people's love is deep, and my love is shallow.

I don't love so much, just a little. Other people's love is as long as the sky, and my love is short.

I don't love so much, just a little. Other people's eyebrows come and go, and I only peek at you.

Xiaomei listened to her gently singing, such a low voice and such vicissitudes of mind. Although Xiaomei didn't quite understand it, she also burst into tears. A song, sung by a hundred people, has a hundred flavors, and the young lady, after such wholehearted efforts, is just the result of being eliminated now. That day, the young lady said, "...I'll pay you back!" Such a thin body had a deadly sad and tragic explosive power at that moment, which shocked her and made her heartache.

Xiaomei waved her hand and asked the girl who heard the song not to disturb Xuejian. She sighed and carefully helped Xuejian and said, "Young... Lady, let's go back to the house. It's foggy in the morning. You have been standing for a long time. Be careful of freezing."

She turned her head and wiped away her tears in a hurry. Before Xuejian could speak, she helped Xuejian and walked to the room. They didn't see it. The small door leading to the store was suddenly opened. A young man was looking left and right. The son immediately came over and blocked the door. He said with a slightly unhappy tone, "This official, it is my owner's back house. It's inconvenient to disturb you. Please go back."

After listening to this, Wang Conghan did not speak for a moment, and his face was also hesitant. Seeing that the son closed the small door, he frowned and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I mistakenly thought there was another elegant seat behind, so I offended."

Sitting back at the table, Nangubo said with a smile on his face, "That song is very beautiful, but it's desolate and tight. In this countryside, it's really interesting." At this time, it was only the beginning of the meal, and the sky was not bright, and there were not many people getting up early in the winter leisure mountain village, so even if the sound of Xuejian was not loud, Wang Conghan and Nangubo, who had always practiced martial arts, still heard it.

Hearing Nangubo's ridicule, Wang Conghan shook his head, "It's not what the prince thought... I just felt that the word was strange, but it seemed..." At this point, his voice was inaudible, "However, it's definitely not her. Her voice is not at all, and her figure is not like..."

"The porridge is coming!" The child was sharp-eyed. He could see that the two people sitting alone were officials. Naturally, they were close to the two of them first, and then explained, "The kitchen has just begun to work, and it may have to wait for a few officials."

When Nangubo saw the hot Laba porridge served, he smiled at Wang Conghan, "Brother Wang is really beautiful all over the world. Whoo... How can this small place in the countryside have such a craft?" This Laba porridge is sweet and refreshing, soft and pleasant, especially in such a cold winter morning, which warms the stomach and makes people feel more comfortable. With a crystal clear, smooth, salty and fresh side dish, he looked at it for a long time, hesitated for a while, and asked, "What is this?"

"Mr. Hui, this is meat skin jelly." It's a little proud to have a child. Although the name of this cold dish is indecent, it tastes very good. It is a must-have in the store and loved by everyone.

Nan Gubo nodded first and then shook his head: "Actually, I want to ask, is this, but radish?" The more I look at the other plate, the more I feel that it should be radish strips. Usually, this kind of thing will not appear on the table of the prince. Unexpectedly, this vulgar thing is refreshing and crisp, sour and sweet, which makes people unable to stop.

After giving birth to a child, the officials in this city seldom eat radishes, not to mention that this practice was also created by our wife.

I didn't expect that someone would come to eat so early. The child could only bring all the freshly cooked Laba porridge, but it was still not enough. I had to make corn porridge in the kitchen and rushed to make egg pancakes. Finally, I pulled out the potatoes buried in the earth stove and let everyone eat separately, which only made the stomach comfortable. Warm up.

The more Wang Conghan eats, the more he feels... Although he can't say it, he doesn't know why. He always feels that something is strange.

Nangubo looked at his frown and couldn't help being curious. He took the veil handed over by the little man to wipe his mouth and asked softly, "There is a unique fragrance in the mountains and fields. What, does Brother Wang think it's not to taste? Nangubo thinks he is also a tricky person, but today's food is still delicious.

Wang Conghan came to his senses and moved his body to straighten his legs. It's tiring to rush to the night! Then he shook his head and said slowly, "That's not true. I just feel that the smell is a little specious..."

Nan Gubo laughed and said, "Is it possible that Brother Wang has acquaintances in this village? Could it be..." Then he pretended to be clear.

"If the wheels hadn't been broken, I wouldn't have come here, let alone acquaintances?" Speaking of this, Wang Conghan paused slightly and remembered that the prince had just eaten with relish, so he deliberately frowned and unconsciously asked the little man at the table next to him, "Are you sure that your master just hasn't eaten a meal? Even if you rush at night, it won't be like this!"

The little man around him was stunned, took a look at his master, and shook his head and said, "Of course, my master has never had this opportunity to catch up the night road. It's inevitable that he is more tired. It's time for breakfast, so he should eat more."

Knowing that it would be like this, he still felt boring. Wang Conghan felt that he had not been like this before. Maybe the days when he was inseparable from his cousin were poisoned by him and without saying a word.

Wang looked at him blankly and said disdainfully, "I almost thought that the wheel just broke down. You did it on purpose, just to let the prince have a rest."

"What?" The attendant shouted, "Lord Wang, you are really wronged..."