Chapter 783: Porridge with many children and many blessings
She turned the button slightly, and the wall beside the bed suddenly rotated in a circle. She was sent to the next door, and the person sleeping next door was sent in accordingly.
When he came to the bed next door, Chu Youzhao looked at the wall and murmured to himself: "Brother-in-law, please help..."
Perhaps it was the movement of the wall just now, but Murong Qinghe snorted softly, but it didn't reach the point of waking up.
She didn't know what kind of dream she had, her face was very red and charming, and her body was twisting around.
Then he turned over and bumped into the man next to him. The masculine aura on his body had a kind of attraction to the origin of life.
She leaned towards him in a daze, as if this was the only way to slightly relieve the discomfort in her body.
Zu An, who had fallen into a drunken sleep, also noticed the movement, but his spiritual sense did not sense danger or malice, so he turned over and continued to sleep.
While he was drowsily sleeping, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, and a small hand was stroking his body. At the same time, there was a delicate and soft body in his arms.
"Is it Linglong or Liu Ning..." He drank too much tonight. He was sleeping soundly at this time, and his brain was half a beat slower than usual.
It's probably not Liu Ning, her body is plumper.
It’s not Sister Yun either. Sister Yun’s hair is very long.
Is it Linglong or Yunyuqing...
The bodies are somewhat similar, but somewhat different. The beauty in his arms seems to be a little more slender, and the skin on her body is delicate and full of elasticity and vitality, which is the unique atmosphere of youth.
I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference.
Zu An opened his eyes in a daze. The darkness in the room did not affect his vision, but the woman's head was buried in his chest, so he could not see her face at all.
"Hey, it looks familiar, who is it?"
Zu An was a little confused. At this moment, the girl was like a newborn kitten, tentatively sipping the goat's milk on the plate in front of her.
"Hiss!" Zu An gasped, this woman is really good at it.
He was already in a daze, and seeing that there was no danger at the moment, he didn't bother to wake up.
Since you can't tell the difference, you can't tell. Anyway, with Zhang Zitong guarding him, he won't let a strange woman in.
He didn't know which girl around him was joking with him. Since the other girl could bury her head and not let him see it, how could he make a big fuss and insist on calling out her identity?
Instinctively, he hugged the girl into his arms, and the other girl let out a squeak, seeming to be aware of his aggressive move, and became extremely shy for a moment.
"Hey, this girl's legs are so long. Isn't it Zhang Zitong who is here to steal her?"
"Forget it, that girl is indeed quite lovable. If she refuses now, it will make her unable to live with herself."
How experienced he was now, how could the little girl in his arms withstand his methods? Soon her body became trembling and her breathing became chaotic, as if her soul had been completely ignited.
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In the kitchen, a maid hesitated and said: "Madam, when making a fire, you cannot put the largest wood in at once. You must first use other means to light the fire in the stove before you can put the firewood."
Qin Wanru was a little distracted at first, but he woke up after hearing this: "Ah? How to do it?"
"Madam, why don't I do all the rough work?" The maid was actually a little confused as to why the madam had to come to the kitchen to cook herself on the prince's wedding night.
"No, I have to personally cook a bowl of porridge for Qinghe and Youzhao to have more children and more blessings. You can teach me." Qin Wanru was also a little stunned. Just now, she had been thinking about what happened in the bridal chamber and left the food on the stove.
The fire was put out.
"Madam, you need to add some things to ignite the fire first." The maid squatted down next to her and pointed to some hay beside her.
"Oh." Qin Wanru used two slender fire tongs to clamp into the firewood pile. Unfortunately, she tried this for the first time and failed several times. Instead, she could only pick up large pieces of firewood.
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"Why are the legs of this tong so much longer than ordinary tongs? It's not easy to use at all." Qin Wanru's face felt hot, and she started to throw the pot away with a murmur.
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"This is brought here by the maids of the Murong family. They are used to this style. They say it is beautiful and really easy to use." The maid knew her temper and did not dare to laugh. She held her hand and led her.
Little by little, he put some hay on the stove.
Qin Wanru was a little excited, but soon hesitated: "The fire in the stove has been extinguished. Where is the flint? I will light it again."
"No, Madam," the maid held her hand, held the tongs, put it into the stove, and hollowed out the hay a little, "You need to stir up these things a little first, so that there is enough space and air, so that they will be more flammable.
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"So that's it." Qin Wanru took a look and saw that the hay was gradually sparkling, "It's burning, it's burning."
"Now add some thin branches to the fire. The nascent flame is still very weak. You can't put the thick firewood in all at once, otherwise it will be extinguished all at once." The maid pointed at the side.
Upon seeing this, Qin Wanru hurriedly grabbed some branches and stuffed them gently.
Hiss, she took a breath of cold air and retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.
I saw that the white fingers had been pricked by the sharp thorns on the branches, and a small drop of blood oozed out.
The little maid was shocked when she saw this: "Madam, I'll get you a medicine box and bandage your wound."
"It's so troublesome. It's just a small injury. It doesn't matter. I'm not that delicate." Qin Wanru put her finger in her mouth and took a sip, which quickly stopped the bleeding.
"How about I do it? It's not the madam who does all these menial tasks." The maid said anxiously.
"No, this is the only thing I can do for Qinghe. I hope I can make it up to her a little bit." Qin Wanru's tone was full of apology.
Maid: "???"
There was a trace of confusion on her face. What on earth was the madam talking about? Why did she want to make it up to the young madam?
At this time, Qin Wanru suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I was delayed just now, and the fire is almost out."
The little maid handed her a bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Madam, it's okay, use this blowtorch to blow it, and it will light up again inside."
"Is that so?" According to the other party's gestures, Qin Wanru put the fire blower into the stove and started blowing directly.
Soon a large amount of cigarette ash was thrown out.
"Oh, ma'am, please be gentle." The maid exclaimed, "You can't use so much force."
Looking at the maid's slightly dark face, Qin Wanru was also a little embarrassed. She had dodged so quickly just now, but the maid couldn't dodge.
"I know." Qin Wanru then lay on the stove and blew gently on the fire blower.
Sure enough, the fire that was about to go out suddenly became much brighter and there were more sparks.
Seeing this, she became more motivated, blowing gently, and soon the swaying flame gradually grew stronger, and a raging fire started in the stove.
"We can add more firewood now." The maid hurriedly reminded.
Qin Wanru nodded, and rummaged through the pile of firewood with her delicate fingers. After picking for a long time, she finally picked the largest firewood and put it in.
This porridge with many children and many blessings needs to be simmered for a long, long time. It is better to use larger firewood and burn it.
But the fire that had just started was suddenly put in by such a huge firewood, and almost went out again.
Qin Wanru was so frightened that she immediately picked up the fire blower and kept blowing on it, which finally stabilized the fire.
As the big firewood was ignited, the fire in the stove became bigger and bigger.
Soon there was a sizzling sound in the pot, and Qin Wanru was overjoyed: "The water is boiling. The water is boiling."
He hurriedly stood up and put in all kinds of precious ingredients and elixirs that he had prepared.
Next, Qin Wanru fiddled with it from time to time, controlling the heat in the stove and stirring in the pot to prevent the porridge from being boiled by the fire.
I don't know how long it took, but Qin Wanru was so tired that her back ached, but fortunately, the porridge with many children and many blessings began to take shape and gradually became thicker.
