Chapter 63 Although the courtyard is small, it is finally home

The driver shouted softly, and the wheels slowly ran over. The carriage staggered forward, passed through the noisy streets, and finally stopped in a small courtyard deep in the curved water.

"You son, here we are."

The car stopped steadily, and the driver said respectfully. Yang Yanzhao, with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, picked up the big bag, jumped out of the car, and took off the steel gun tied to the side of the carriage.

"You're in a good job."

The driver said he didn't dare, and then moved the carriage forward. The green brick road was not wide. He could only go back in a circle at the corner ahead.

Yang Yanzhao stood in place and looked at the small courtyard in front of him. The wooden door was a little shabby. He could even see the wood chips from the hinge. The wall was not deep, and a touch of peach blossom that was spitting out unwillingly.

Several yellow and black ducks happened to swim through the river behind him, comfortably inserting their mouths into their bodies, screaming cheerfully from time to time.

"The spring river is warm, and the small house is new red."

For a good omen, Yang Yanzhao smiled and pushed the door in. The exhaust wind behind him looked back at the duck and the small yard, and his eyes were full of puzzlement.

What the prince said is so unreasonable. A small river, where is the river? A few peach blossoms are just pink. How can they be regarded as new red?

However, the little girl's doubts also flashed by, because Yang Yanzhao, who entered the yard, shouted, "Exhaust the wind, put down the burden and clean up our house."

Two hours later, Yang Yanzhao sat in the small courtyard with satisfaction, shaking the lounge chair under his buttocks. The house was good and the things were complete. Zhe Yuqing also took some effort, but he didn't like the layout, so he started to clean it up again.

Nowadays, it is finally pleasing to the eye.

The curling smoke began to rise. It was about to set sundown. Naturally, it was to make a fire to cook. The thin figure of the exhaust wind was busy in the room. Fortunately, Zhe Yuqing thought about it well and prepared some rice and vegetables for them.

"Exhaust the wind, do you want me to take action?"

The tea at the table was about to bottom out. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help shouting at the room again. There was nothing he could do, because his stomach was really hungry and could not be filled with water.

There was still no reply, which made Yang Yanzhao smile bitterly. He picked up the book beside him and read it. The gentleman stayed away from the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the little girl also understood these truths. He was choked by this sentence before.

When Yang Yanzhao finished reading a volume of the book in his hand, the night was completely scattered, and he finally heard the sound of the wind calling him to eat. He threw the book aside with joy and rushed to the room.

An oil lamp was burning, and several plates of small dishes were placed on the table, but it looked a little shabby. Yang Yanzhao looked down and stood by the table. His clothes were stained with dust, and he immediately guessed something.

These days, although the two live together, they bought food with silver on the way to Fuzhou. When they arrived at Zhefu, they didn't have to worry about eating.

Looking at the little girl's awkward appearance, Yang Yanzhao smiled and picked up the rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks, clamped the dishes on the plate, and ate it. "It's really good. I didn't expect that the cooking of the wind is also good."

This sentence made the exhaust wind, who had been lowering his head, quietly raise his head. His face was very surprised, but looking at the fewer and fewer dishes on the plate, he finally smiled.

"No, wipe the dust on your face like a little gray cat." While eating, Yang Yanzhao took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it over. After the exhaust wind wiped his face, he put the empty bowl with some unsatisfied. "There should be more food, but as the saying goes, rice Seven points are full, and the wine is eight points drunk. Forget it!"

Dropping down the bowl in his hand, Yang Yanzhao looked at the plate that had been swept away on the table and smiled apologetically. "You see, I have eaten all these, and there is only white rice left. Why don't I show you my hand?"

With that, regardless of the opposition of the exhaust, Yang Yanzhao hummed a little song and walked to the room. Soon, a bowl of golden fried rice was served.

Egg fried rice, one of his best things, can feed countless lazy people.

Looking at the surprised look of the exhaust wind, Yang Yanzhao wiped the oil stains in his hand on the table and turned to the newly opened study next door, hiding his merit and fame.

Looking at the bowl of golden fried rice with eggs, the pungent fragrance made the exhaust wind swallow. He immediately took two bites and suddenly felt full of fragrance.

Is this made by the prince?

My mother said that a gentleman is far away from cooking. Although the prince did not study before, he was also an indomitable person. He certainly did not know how to cook, but when did he learn fried rice?

With doubt, the exhaust wind took two more mouthfuls of rice, and suddenly remembered that there was still half a plate of green vegetables on the side of the table. Because she stir-fried too much and did not dare to squeak, she put it in the corner and covered it with something.

It seems that the prince doesn't hate her craftsmanship. Thinking of this, Pai Feng hurriedly trotled into the room and brought out the half of the plate of green vegetables. Since the prince likes it, he can't waste it. He can keep it and eat it tomorrow.

Thinking of the way Yang Yanzhao just ate, Paifeng couldn't help tasting a piece by herself. You should know, this is the first time she cooked, according to her mother's usual cooking. Now the prince's appetite, the taste should be good.

"Bah!"

But as soon as the green vegetables entered her mouth, the exhaust wind's face immediately twisted and immediately spit it out. The bitter and salty taste made the fragrance of fried rice with eggs in her mouth disappeared.

What the hell is this!

The little face was bitter, and then he looked at the plate that had been completely wiped out on the table, as if he understood something.

Yang Yanzhao, who frowned in the study, naturally did not know these. At this moment, he was very distressed. There was a discussion on the table in front of him, and the dense small words made him a little dazzled.

It was so difficult for the top student to take the exam. He sighed and put the pen between his raised upper lip and nose. He continued to look that there were many people in the world who had the same entrance examination and dream with him, and these people have been familiar with poetry since childhood. Compared with them, Yang Yanzhao couldn't take any advantage.

If you want to count those intelligent prodigies and semi-immortals and so on, he is also slightly inferior in talent. Thinking of these, what else is there to complain about?

After calming down, Yang Yanzhao stared at the policy theory attentively, took off the pen from time to time, and wrote quickly on the white rice paper on one side stained with ink.

A thin figure wandered outside the house, put down the pen and stepped forward, but saw the exhaust of tea.

"It's getting late. Go rest early."

After taking over the tea, it was that kind of bitter tea. The strong smell of tea made Yang Yanzhao unconsciously sniff his nose, which he specially ordered to exhaust the wind to buy two days ago.

Bitter tea is tired. It's time to wait for me. Naturally, it's time to race against time.

"My son, that..."

The sound of exhausting wind was a little soft, but he couldn't stop saying a word, because Yang Yanzhao had already sat in front of the desk and continued to frown and read the scroll.

Quietly closed the wooden door, and the exhaust wind looked at the light beating outside the door to reflect the figure who was writing, and his big eyes flashed brightly.

Turning around and walking to the room, looking at the vegetables and fruits beside her, the little girl's face froze. When she was in Daizhou City, she was good at burning the fire just right, but she had very little ability to cook.

Before, I learned from my mother and put seasonings in the dishes. I thought cooking was a simple job, but after tasting the vegetables I made, I knew that it was not so easy.

I don't know how the prince ate all those dishes? Thinking of this, I was very moved by the exhaust, and I was secretly determined to make a good dish.

But then the little head had a headache again. For cooking, she only saw her mother and a few aunts who could easily make delicious food. Now she finds that it is not as easy as she can.

The face is full of sadness, and the exhaust wind is very depressed. If you practice again, you can't cook. What will you eat at home in the future? You can't let the prince cook in person, which is absolutely impossible.

He shook his head secretly, but then he thought of the fried rice with eggs at night, and the aroma seemed to be wrapped around the tip of the tongue.

"The prince's fried rice is a little more delicious than that made by my mother."

Pai Feng sighed softly, how good would it be if she could do this too?

Outside the house, the dark yellow light next door was lit, and the faint fragrance came, which made the worried exhaust wind suddenly light up, and he quickly turned around and trotted out of the yard.

He swallowed nervously, hesitated for a long time, stood in front of a wooden door, and finally stretched out his little hand and gently buttoned it on it.

Inquiries came from the courtyard. After a while, a woman with a peaceful face opened the door and came out.

The woman was obviously a little surprised to see the beautiful little girl, Paifeng, and after the latter said it awkwardly, the woman smiled kindly, let her turn around and put Paifeng into the yard.

In the not bright room, there are more small figures, helping to add firewood to the room, while watching the woman cooking home-cooked dishes seriously.

The moon is in the sky, and the night is getting quieter and quieter. In the study, Yang Yanzhao felt a little dizzy and squeezed his eyes, but he still couldn't lift his mind. He got up on the table sleeping on his stomach in a blur. The rice paper with a lot of words was drawn by the strokes in his hand, reflecting a mass of stains.

For a long time, the lights shook gently. Yang Yanzhao raised his sober head, looked at the paper on the desk, and couldn't help smiling.

No wonder the mouth is a little cold. It turns out that this habit has also continued.

Put this paper away and throw it into the small basket under your feet. At this moment, it is already dawn, and the oil lamp in the room is shaking, and it is about to go out. However, the morning light shines into the small study through the window paper, and I don't feel a little bright.

Stretching out, Yang Yanzhao walked to the small courtyard. He didn't practice martial arts for some days, and it is very likely that he would no longer have anything to do with the army in the future, but the ability to save his life could not be left behind.

A set of punches came down, and there were slight sweat on my cheeks. I suddenly felt refreshed, but there was no exhaust at this time, and I couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.