And the cabinet where they locked the ingredients always lost a door the next morning, as well as the ingredients in the cabinet.
As time passed, rumors began to spread that the imperial dining room was haunted.
With nothing to do, the steward of the imperial dining room could only admit that he was unlucky and angrily concealed the matter while preparing extra ingredients for the female ghost and secretly praying that the female ghost would go away and cause harm to others.
This made it easier for Jin Qing to act.
After putting all these things back in the cold palace, Jin Qing suddenly remembered one thing: Can An Jinghao know how to steam steamed buns?
An Jinghao was sitting at the table studying calligraphy in a depressed manner.
In his previous life, he could barely write only one Chinese character, and even his own name was written like a dog crawling.
In fact, it is enough for him to be able to write only one word.
Because the discounts sent by the Prime Minister and the Regent were basically what they had already decided.
Therefore, there is no need for him to put forward any construction suggestions. His side is just a formality.
And there was no literate person around him, so he never knew what was written on the fold.
When Xue Wuchen first started teaching him calligraphy, he was also shocked by the way he held the pen.
It took nearly a month to get him back a little bit.
Xue Wuchen looked at An Jingzhen's gnashing of teeth and felt funny in his heart: "Disciple, if you feel really unhappy, just bite the head twice and don't break your teeth."
An Jingzhen glanced at Xue Wuchen sideways. He really couldn't respect such an undisciplined teacher.
Seeing that An Jing was silent and silent, Xue Wuchen came to him with a face and said, "Disciple, just by looking at your handwriting, I know that your strength is not used in the right place." He didn't mind being a spectator.
For those who have big problems, fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire are their favorite things to do.
An Jingbao still puffed out his cheeks and said nothing, but Xue Wuchen obviously found that Anjingbao was stronger than before.
Xue Wuchen felt very happy, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw the door of the room was suddenly opened, and then Jin Qing's shadow quickly rushed in.
Putting all the big and small bags in front of An Jingyi, Jin Qing let out a sigh of relief, "I'm back."
Then he pushed the thing in front of An Jinghao and said, "Gift."
An Jingji's depression was gone, and he jumped up from the ground with a look of surprise on his face, ran over to look at the things Jin Qing brought back, and then whispered, "It's Taohua, Min'er, where did you get such a thing back from?"
Lots of peach blossoms.”
It's really rare that a person as heartless as Min'er can still remember his birth, not to mention that he likes to eat peach blossom cakes.
When he saw Jin Qing appear, Xue Wuchen had already hid on his bed. After all, Jin Qing's behavior of attacking whenever he disagreed made Xue Wuchen really timid.
Hearing An Jing's cheers at this time, Xue Wuchen also stretched his neck and came to watch the commotion. At the same time, he kept saying, "Miss Ding, An's birthday is the eighth day of July. Miss, please don't bother to pay for a certain person."
Prepare gifts."
Although people would give him generous gifts every year on his birthday, not many of them would take it seriously.
Those people seem to be giving gifts just for the sake of comparison, overtly or covertly competing against each other to increase the value of their own gifts.
After seeing too much, it will inevitably make him feel bored.
Miss Dante is the middle-aged girl, she
The gifts you give should be sincere!
Jin Qing ignored Xue Wuchen, but turned to An Jing and said, "Don't you want to eat peach blossom cake? Come back and eat these three things together."
An Jingbo looked at Jin Qing with a look of surprise, "Okay!" It was rare that Miner still remembered that he liked to eat peach blossom cake. Even though he only had the raw materials in front of him, he was already satisfied.
Looking at the three bags in front of him, Xue Wuchen said, "Are you asking Jing Hao to make it by himself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Qing and An Jingbo turned to look at him and asked in unison, "What else?" Of the three people in the room, it seemed that only An Jingbo had the best craftsmanship.
After listening to what these two people said, Xue Wuchen was silent. He needed to make a gift by himself. It was really too careless!
Then Xue Wuchen looked at Jin Qing seriously, "Miss Ding, you'd better forget so-and-so's birth!" He didn't need such an insincere gift.
Jin Qing nodded to him, "Okay." Anyway, he didn't remember it at first.
Hearing Jin Qing's answer without hesitation, Xue Wuchen reached out and covered his mouth, feeling like an arrow had been shot in his heart.
After turning his head and looking at An Jing's expression of joy, which was completely different from before, Xue Wuchen squinted his eyes and grabbed a large handful of peach petals and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.
While swallowing hard, he also said plausibly, "It's very fragrant, but it's too astringent, and the flower heart is a bit bitter." That's right, he is unhappy. As long as he is unhappy, no one can think about it.
After the evaluation, Xue Wuchen reached out and grabbed another handful.
The peach blossom petals were originally fluffy things, and Xue Wuchen's hands were big. After being pulled by him twice, the original small peach blossom mountain was instantly missing a tip.
An Jingbo originally looked at the peach petals in front of him with a moved expression, thinking about how he would eat them later so as not to waste them, but who would have expected that Xue Wuchen grabbed a large handful of them.
Thinking that this was Jin Qing's birthday gift to him, An Jingqi screamed and quickly jumped onto Xue Wuchen's shoulder, stretched out his hand to tear Xue Wuchen's mouth apart, "Spit it out, spit it out for me." This was the birthday gift given to him by Min'er.
Gift.
Xue Wuchen shook his head, trying to shake off this disrespectful little bastard, and then grabbed a handful of flower petals and stuffed them into his mouth.
An Jing's eyes were red with anger, and he opened his mouth and bit Xue Wuchen's neck.
Seeing these two people having fun, Jin Qing yawned and went back to the house to catch up on her sleep, which was tormenting her every day.
In the end, An Jinghao failed to save his peach petals, and Xue Wuchen was also caught by Anjinghao with his face covered in flowers.
After carefully collecting her petals in the kitchen, An Jingbo started digging a hole in the yard in the afternoon with the hoe that Jin Qing had brought from elsewhere. She didn't know what she planned to plant.
Although Xue Wuchen saw An Jingyi's movements from the window, when he thought of the wounds on his face, he just grinned and looked at it.
An Jingji spent the whole afternoon digging, but when he was waiting for dinner, there was nothing strange in the yard.
Several people usually eat in the kitchen, so they all need to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen.
The first thing Xue Wuchen did when he went out was to take out a branch from the side and pull it on the ground in front of him.
Sure enough, after the grass on the ground was turned up again, a small pit underneath was revealed, just enough for the feet to sink into.
Xue Wuchen sneered at Hou Anjing. He dared to show off such a childish thing. And the cabinet where they locked the ingredients always lost a door the next morning, as well as the ingredients in the cabinet.
As time passed, rumors began to spread that the imperial dining room was haunted.
With nothing to do, the steward of the imperial dining room could only admit that he was unlucky and angrily concealed the matter while preparing extra ingredients for the female ghost and secretly praying that the female ghost would go away and cause harm to others.
This made it easier for Jin Qing to act.
After putting all these things back in the cold palace, Jin Qing suddenly remembered one thing: Can An Jinghao know how to steam steamed buns?
An Jinghao was sitting at the table studying calligraphy in a depressed manner.
In his previous life, he could barely write only one Chinese character, and even his own name was written like a dog crawling.
In fact, it is enough for him to be able to write only one word.
Because the discounts sent by the Prime Minister and the Regent were basically what they had already decided.
Therefore, there is no need for him to put forward any construction suggestions. His side is just a formality.
And there was no literate person around him, so he never knew what was written on the fold.
When Xue Wuchen first started teaching him calligraphy, he was also shocked by the way he held the pen.
It took nearly a month to get him back a little bit.
Xue Wuchen looked at An Jingzhen's gnashing of teeth and felt funny in his heart: "Disciple, if you feel really unhappy, just bite the head twice and don't break your teeth."
An Jingzhen glanced at Xue Wuchen sideways. He really couldn't respect such an undisciplined teacher.
Seeing that An Jing was silent and silent, Xue Wuchen came to him with a face and said, "Disciple, just by looking at your handwriting, I know that your strength is not used in the right place." He didn't mind being a spectator.
For those who have big problems, fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire are their favorite things to do.
An Jingbao still puffed out his cheeks and said nothing, but Xue Wuchen obviously found that Anjingbao was stronger than before.
Xue Wuchen felt very happy, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw the door of the room was suddenly opened, and then Jin Qing's shadow quickly rushed in.
Putting all the big and small bags in front of An Jingyi, Jin Qing let out a sigh of relief, "I'm back."
Then he pushed the thing in front of An Jinghao and said, "Gift."
An Jingji's depression was gone, and he jumped up from the ground with a look of surprise on his face, ran over to look at the things Jin Qing brought back, and then whispered, "It's Taohua, Min'er, where did you get such a thing back from?"
Lots of peach blossoms.”
It's really rare that a person as heartless as Min'er can still remember his birth, not to mention that he likes to eat peach blossom cakes.
When he saw Jin Qing appear, Xue Wuchen had already hid on his bed. After all, Jin Qing's behavior of attacking whenever he disagreed made Xue Wuchen really timid.
Hearing An Jing's cheers at this time, Xue Wuchen also stretched his neck and came to watch the commotion. At the same time, he kept saying, "Miss Ding, An's birthday is the eighth day of July. Miss, please don't bother to pay for a certain person."
Prepare gifts."
Although people would give him generous gifts every year on his birthday, not many of them would take it seriously.
Those people seem to be giving gifts just for the sake of comparison, overtly or covertly competing against each other to increase the value of their own gifts.
After seeing too much, it will inevitably make him feel bored.
Miss Dante is the middle-aged girl, she
The gifts you give should be sincere!
Jin Qing ignored Xue Wuchen, but turned to An Jing and said, "Don't you want to eat peach blossom cake? Come back and eat these three things together."
An Jingbo looked at Jin Qing with a look of surprise, "Okay!" It was rare that Miner still remembered that he liked to eat peach blossom cake. Even though he only had the raw materials in front of him, he was already satisfied.
Looking at the three bags in front of him, Xue Wuchen said, "Are you asking Jing Hao to make it by himself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Qing and An Jingbo turned to look at him and asked in unison, "What else?" Of the three people in the room, it seemed that only An Jingbo had the best craftsmanship.
After listening to what these two people said, Xue Wuchen was silent. He needed to make a gift by himself. It was really too careless!
Then Xue Wuchen looked at Jin Qing seriously, "Miss Ding, you'd better forget so-and-so's birth!" He didn't need such an insincere gift.
Jin Qing nodded to him, "Okay." Anyway, he didn't remember it at first.
Hearing Jin Qing's answer without hesitation, Xue Wuchen reached out and covered his mouth, feeling like an arrow had been shot in his heart.
After turning his head and looking at An Jing's expression of joy, which was completely different from before, Xue Wuchen squinted his eyes and grabbed a large handful of peach petals and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.
While swallowing hard, he also said plausibly, "It's very fragrant, but it's too astringent, and the flower heart is a bit bitter." That's right, he is unhappy. As long as he is unhappy, no one can think about it.
After the evaluation, Xue Wuchen reached out and grabbed another handful.
The peach blossom petals were originally fluffy things, and Xue Wuchen's hands were big. After being pulled by him twice, the original small peach blossom mountain was instantly missing a tip.
An Jingbo originally looked at the peach petals in front of him with a moved expression, thinking about how he would eat them later so as not to waste them, but who would have expected that Xue Wuchen grabbed a large handful of them.
Thinking that this was Jin Qing's birthday gift to him, An Jingqi screamed and quickly jumped onto Xue Wuchen's shoulder, stretched out his hand to tear Xue Wuchen's mouth apart, "Spit it out, spit it out for me." This was the birthday gift given to him by Min'er.
Gift.
Xue Wuchen shook his head, trying to shake off this disrespectful little bastard, and then grabbed a handful of flower petals and stuffed them into his mouth.
An Jing's eyes were red with anger, and he opened his mouth and bit Xue Wuchen's neck.
Seeing these two people having fun, Jin Qing yawned and went back to the house to catch up on her sleep, which was tormenting her every day.
In the end, An Jinghao failed to save his peach petals, and Xue Wuchen was also caught by Anjinghao with his face covered in flowers.
After carefully collecting her petals in the kitchen, An Jingbo started digging a hole in the yard in the afternoon with the hoe that Jin Qing had brought from elsewhere. She didn't know what she planned to plant.
Although Xue Wuchen saw An Jingyi's movements from the window, when he thought of the wounds on his face, he just grinned and looked at it.
An Jingji spent the whole afternoon digging, but when he was waiting for dinner, there was nothing strange in the yard.
Several people usually eat in the kitchen, so they all need to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen.
The first thing Xue Wuchen did when he went out was to take out a branch from the side and pull it on the ground in front of him.
Sure enough, after the grass on the ground was turned up again, a small pit underneath was revealed, just enough for the feet to sink into.
Xue Wuchen sneered at Hou Anjing and dared to show off such a childish thing.