Chapter 320 Winter Solstice Dumpling Banquet

When the children walked to the door of the almshouse, they saw a tall carriage and guards wearing brocade robes with swords. Immediately, a little beggar who had seen Song Qingyue before asked: "Second mother, are you the imperial concubine?"

Coming?"

Xiaoying knew that Song Qingyue was coming today, so she replied with a smile: "Yes, the empress is here today, but she is no longer the Crown Princess. Now she will be called the Princess!"

"Princess Princess? Will Princess Princess bring me candied haws to eat?" the child asked, blinking her innocent eyes.

Xiaoying held her hand and laughed: "You'll have to go in to find out."

In the cafeteria, Liu Da came in with a big bucket of kneaded noodles. We haven’t seen him for more than half a year, and he has grown taller again! The muscles on his exposed little arms are very pleasing to the eye. He is really a big boy!

He is a handsome young man with good features and good looks!

Song Qingyue looked at Liu Da with bright eyes, making Liu Da's face turn red.

Hehe, this little brother is still shy!

Song Qingyue lowered her eyes, that's all, she's just pretty. To talk about great beauty, it would have to be 19-year-old Li Zhao.

But now Li Zhao has begun to develop in the direction of a rough man. Thinking of his once fairy father's current appearance, Song Qingyue thought anxiously, Li Zhao will not become a bald and fat uncle in the future, right?

That’s really unbearable!

She suddenly asked: "Liu Da, do you want to be an official in the future?"

Liu Da was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I, I just want to stay here and work. I want to take good care of my younger brothers and sisters!"

Song Qingyue held her chin and thought for a while, then asked: "If there are younger brothers and sisters elsewhere, would you be willing to take care of them?"

Liu Day was stunned and didn't understand what Song Qingyue meant.

Song Qingyue simply opened the skylight and said frankly: "I plan to open another almshouse in Tianjin next year, but I don't know who to send to do it. Liu Da, are you willing to go to Tianjin?"

Chang Huiying looked at Liu Da with surprise on her face. Seeing that he was confused and confused, she smiled and said: "Liu Da, the princess values ​​you! Thank you for your help!"

"Thank you for your support!" Liu Da followed Chang Huiying a little awkwardly and repeated.

Song Qingyue chuckled: "Then you have to know all the characters first, and you must also be able to count! Otherwise, you are not qualified! How is Liu Dashu doing?"

"It's OK, but it's not that good." Chang Huiying said with disgust.

Liu Da felt a little aggrieved. He pursed his lips and said unconvinced: "I, I will work hard!"

Song Qingyue burst out laughing at the side, and when Liu Da ran out with a blushing face, Song Qingyue suddenly blinked her eyes, looked at Chang Huiying again, and thought to herself, that guy Liu Da doesn't miss Miss Chang, does he?

Aunt Bai helped Song Qingyue pull off her cloak and tie the sleeves.

Song Qingyue began to divide the dough.

"How old is Mr. Liu?"

"Fifteen years old." Chang Huiying answered while helping.

"Hmm -" Song Qingyue muttered thoughtfully, "What an age for love to begin!"

"Tsk! What are you talking about!" Chang Huiying was speechless, "He is still young, he should read the book first before thinking about anything else!"

Suddenly, a little girl's voice from Qingyue sounded outside the house: "The princess is here! The princess is here!" At this moment, a small figure suddenly rushed into the house.

Song Qingyue took a closer look and saw that she knew him! One of the little beggars who used to beg in the capital, Huang Mao, was now named Zhang Jinsi.

"Jinsi, run slowly! Wash your hands first! Have you forgotten the hygiene class taught by your husband in school?"

Xiaoying shouted and ran in. When she saw Song Qingyue announcing her good news, she smiled and said: "Princess Princess! Xiaoying is polite!"

"Okay! No need to be polite!" Song Qingyue, whose hands were stained with flour, smiled and nodded at her.

Xiaoying lowered her head and quickly said to Jinsi: "Jinsi, be polite and say to the princess: May the princess be safe!"

"Wishing you the best, Princess!" Jinsi greeted loudly.

"Okay, go wash your hands quickly!" Xiaoying urged again.

But Jin Si saw that Song Qingyue was unwilling to move and continued to look around the room for a long time.

"What is she looking for?" Song Qingyue was curious.

"It's bad!" Xiaoying sighed, "Didn't you bring a lot of candies and candied haws to primary school in February? This girl has been thinking about looking for candied haws!"

Song Qingyue laughed and said: "Jinsi, be obedient and wash your hands quickly. You can only eat candies and candied haws after eating!"

When Jin Si heard that it was true, her eyes lit up, she nodded, and immediately ran out to wash her hands.

Song Qingyue smiled and shook her head, and quickly turned around and asked Zeng Maozhi to send a brother back to the palace to get some canned fruit and sugar: "After dinner, let's take the children to make candied haws!"

Webster couldn't make noodles or make dumplings. Seeing Song Qingyue actually tie up her sleeves and start making them herself, she felt embarrassed and ashamed.

In the two months she has been here, she has never been to the kitchen once. On weekdays, her room is cleaned by the original maid. It is still the way of life of a noble lady!

But look at the princess, she said she would roll up her sleeves to make dumplings, so she rolled up her sleeves and did it!

It's really touching.

She sat there, not knowing what she should do.

Seeing her girl being so helpless, her nurse asked a little maid to help her tie up her sleeves, and said with a smile: "Princess, the old slave is the nurse of Mrs. Wei. The old slave is also good at craftsmanship. You might as well let the old slave

Come and help too?"

"Okay! Let's roll out the dough first, roll out more dough, and ask the children to make the dough together later." Song Qingyue said enthusiastically.

"We want the children to learn how to make dumplings. How can the princess know how to make dumplings? There are not many noble people like you!" Webster's wet nurse tried her best to please Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue said with some pride: "Then why can't it be done? Not only can I do it, but so can our prince."

"Your Highness!"

Everyone in the room opened their mouths in surprise.

"He also made dumplings for..." Song Qingyue originally wanted to show off that Li Zhao had made dumplings for herself, but she thought of the old censors in the court. If this matter spread, they would accuse her of causing harm to the eldest son.

What should the prince do? So the words were twisted in the stomach and changed to: "His Royal Highness has made dumplings for His Majesty the Emperor himself."

"Oh! Your Highness is so filial!" Webster's wet nurse continued to compliment him.

Song Qingyue hummed twice: "No, your highness is being filial!"

Soon, the children who had washed their hands lined up and walked in. Every time one came in, they loudly said to Song Qingyue: "Wish you the best, Princess!"

When they all came in, Song Qingyue smiled and said: "They are all good and polite children. Today is the winter solstice. Do you know what to eat during the winter solstice?"

"Tangyuan!" A little boy shouted excitedly.

Song Qingyue:......

Can we be more cooperative?

The little girl next to him tugged on his sleeves speechlessly and said, "It's a dumpling idiot!"

"No, it's glutinous rice balls!"

"It's dumplings!"

"It's obviously glutinous rice balls! My mother used to make me glutinous rice balls with sesame and osmanthus sugar!"

The two children started chattering and quarreling.

Song Qingyue glanced at Aunt Bai: "Mom, please arrange the glutinous rice balls as well."

Aunt Bai smiled helplessly, nodded and exited.

Song Qingyue then said loudly: "Okay! Some places eat dumplings, and some places eat glutinous rice balls. Don't make any noise!"

She suddenly looked at the little boy and asked, "Where is your mother from?"

"Huai...Who is Huai..." the little boy tilted his head and said unclearly.

Song Qingyue was silent, frowned and asked: "Then she married from the north?"

The little boy shook his head: "My mother is still at home."

"Then how did you become a little beggar?"

The little boy tilted his head again, thought for a while, and shook his head: "The year before last, during the Lantern Festival, an uncle gave me candies and said he would take me to eat more candies, and then... um... I don't know..."

He lowered his head and muttered something unclear. Song Qingyue was surprised for a moment and looked at Feng Qi.

Could this child have been abducted?

But since he was abducted, why did he go to the streets and become a beggar?

Song Qingyue thought about it and asked Zeng Maozhi to think of a way to ask clearly. Then she smiled at the little boy and said, "Is it okay to eat glutinous rice balls instead of dumplings later?"

The little boy nodded obediently and smiled slightly.

"Okay, have you washed your hands, right?" Song Qingyue asked loudly.

"Washed!" the children replied in unison.

"Was it washed with soap?" Song Qingyue asked again.

"Yes!"
To be continued...