Chapter 72: Making Mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival
On the night of August 15th, it is the day when thousands of families are reunited. Let’s drink wine, laugh at the moon, and look at the road of life while drunk.
Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. Xiao Liuyue was awakened early in the morning by the sarcastic voice of Xue Xichen outside the yard. He opened the door with his eyes still hungover, and the dazzling sunlight dazzled him for a moment.
He couldn't open his eyes for a while. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he took a closer look and saw that Xue Xichen was directing the servants in the building to hang lanterns in the yard.
"Ah! Senior brother, you got up so early!"
Seeing Xiao Liuyue, Xue Xichen jumped in front of Xiao Liuyue and said happily, "Senior brother, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I ordered them to hang up lanterns and riddles in the yard, and prepared them in the kitchen.
Fruit, pastries, moon cakes. After you wash up, go and invite Feng Qingge and Leng Junyi to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with us!"
"Invite them?"
A look of displeasure flashed in Xiao Liuyue's eyes, and he said quietly: "Little junior sister, you are thinking about Feng Qingge. Are you worried that he will be alone in Jiangdu City without anyone to accompany him to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Huh? That's not what you said..."
Although she and Feng Qingge did have an unpleasant quarrel that night, she still looked forward to spending this Mid-Autumn Festival with Feng Qingge. She pouted and muttered: "We are all alone anyway."
, I just thought that during the rare Mid-Autumn Festival, there would be more people and more fun!" She grabbed Xiao Liuyue's arm, shook it, and begged, "Is it okay, senior brother? Is it okay? Just agree to it!"
"well……"
Xiao Liuyue shook her head helplessly. What's the use of his objection? Even if he didn't invite him, wouldn't Xue Xichen go to invite him himself? During the rare Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no need for him to quarrel with Xue Xichen over such a trivial matter.
Not happy.
Raising her hand to scratch Xue Xichen's little nose, Xiao Liuyue helplessly replied: "I know! I'll invite Feng Qingge and Leng Junyi in a moment!"
"Hehe!" Xue Xichen stuck out her tongue mischievously and smiled happily, "I know senior brother is the best! Thank you senior brother!"
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When Feng Qingge and Leng Junyi received Xiao Liuyue's invitation, they happily accepted it unexpectedly. They followed Xiao Liuyue to Xiaoyao Building, which was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights. They walked all the way to the backyard,
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Xue Xichen standing by the stove, kneading something hard. There were bowls in front of her, and various fillings were mixed and placed. After a cursory look, there were bean paste, five kernels, ham,
Salted egg yolk and lotus paste.
Her purple sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her white lotus-rooted arms. The steam in the pot was bubbling up, covering her face. For a moment, she felt so beautiful.
"This is……"
It seemed that Feng Qingge had never seen Xue Xichen cooking. He had never known that a person could be so beautiful when cooking alone. He saw that Xue Xichen's palms were still stained with a mixture of water and flour, and she kept kneading them.
Wearing it, people instantly ignored the exaggerated makeup on her face, and just felt so warm and like home.
"Ah! You are here!"
Xue Xichen looked sideways at them and smiled happily, "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival today, I'm making mooncakes! Do you want to help?"
"Making mooncakes?"
Feng Qingge stepped into the kitchen.
"Yes! Make mooncakes! Look, this is lotus paste, this is salted egg yolk, and this, five kernels and ham!" Xue Xichen pointed to the various fillings in the bowl and explained to Feng Qingge seriously.
Feng Qingge looked sideways at Xue Xichen's serious and focused face. Her hands were covered with flour, and she accidentally got a piece of flour on her cheek. However, she didn't notice it and concentrated on rolling out the dough in her hands. She was so serious.
, having nothing else to think about is the most charming thing about her.
For Feng Qingge, who had been served in the palace since he was a child, Xue Xichen's movements were so smooth that he was stunned. Seeing Xue Xichen rolling out the dough so quickly and lightly, he couldn't help but want to try it too.
.
"Can I try?"
Judging from Xue Xichen's movements, it seems that it shouldn't be too difficult.
"Ah? Feng Qingge, do you want to try?"
Xue Xichen looked at Feng Qingge with an irritated expression on her face and looked at Feng Qingge in disbelief.
"why not!"
Feng Qingge washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and stood next to Xue Xichen. The familiar scent of roses hit her, captivating her soul, and Xue Xichen's eyes flashed slightly, and she couldn't help but step aside.
"Feng Qingge, are you sure you can do it?"
It's not that she doubts Feng Qingge's ability, it's that Feng Qingge is just a wealthy prince who can only stretch his hands for food and mouth. This kind of rough work is not suitable for him.
"Although I have never made mooncakes, looking at it, it doesn't seem difficult."
The stove is not big, and the bodies are close to each other. The familiar breath comes into each other's nose through the contact of each other's clothes. The charming fragrance of roses in her memory. In the familiar warmth, she hears his powerful heartbeat "Plop!"
Plop!" Xue Xichen's heart beat out of control because of Feng Qingge's sudden closeness, and she almost panicked. The familiar warmth not only made her greedy and wanted to keep it forever, but also made her fearful, afraid of being hurt again.
Seeing singer Feng Qing rolling out the mooncake skin with her feet neatly, Xue Xichen's eyes showed admiration. Feng Qingge learned anything so quickly, he was really a genius.
"You're very experienced! Have you done this before?"
"Never!"
Feng Qingge told the truth. He had never made mooncakes before and this was his first time.
"Your movements are very skillful."
Xue Xichen tilted her head and looked at his crystal clear face, especially his focused expression, which made her reluctant to leave. Just looking at him like this was a beautiful enjoyment.
Feng Qingge kneaded the flour vigorously and answered with a smile: "When we were marching and fighting, we often didn't have three meals in a row. We often had to make our own food! I probably learned my skills at that time!"
"You worked very hard..."
Xue Xichen couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart. She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers, gently swiped the flour on Feng Qingge's cheeks, and helped him roll up his slipping sleeves. She smiled and said, "As long as it's
What you cook will definitely be delicious in the world!"
Feeling a little tense because of Xue Xichen's closeness, Feng Qingge's body stiffened. The charming scent of mandala flowers invaded his senses, evoking the painful memories in his heart. He couldn't help but dim his pupils, thinking of the person who once made him
For a woman who was willing to wash her hands and make soup for her, but could never come back, his mood completely sank.
"You're right! This kind of thing is not suitable for me!"
It was clear that she was fine just now, but Feng Qingge suddenly put down the pie crust in her hand and stepped away, unwilling to continue. Xue Xichen looked disappointed, and her mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
"Of course, these menial tasks are not suitable for you, Your Highness!" She said awkwardly, took the half-rolled out cake crust from Feng Qingge, and continued with her work, no longer talking to Feng Qingge.
Feng Qingge opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but ended up silent. Perhaps he felt that there was no point in saying anything.