Chapter 657: Eat and Drink Little Qian'er (4000 words)
"Hey, what does this smell like? It smells so good!"
Xiao Qian'er subconsciously shrugged her nose and suddenly woke up with greed.
She sat up holding the quilt, stretched her neck and looked around the empty room. The door was ajar, and the aroma was coming from the yard outside.
Xiao Qian'er first eliminated one correct option, her little face full of suspicion and surprise: "The pot in my kitchen can cook by itself?!"
At this time, Zhao Rong walked into the room with a bowl of rock sugar stewed bird's nest and a plate of special breakfast, without spilling the dishes in his hands.
He just heard Xiao Qian'er's muttering at the door, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Cook you big-headed devil."
Zhao Rong placed the breakfast on the Eight Immortals table not far from Xiao Qian'er's bed, put down his rolled-up sleeves, walked to the bed, and gently tapped the girl on the bed who was staring at him helplessly on the small head.
"Hurry up and have a meal. The sun is shining on your buttocks. Get up and eat together. I have to go back to the academy later. I have an exam in the morning and I can't accompany you."
Xiao Qian'er was stunned for a while, her eyes looking at the rich and steaming breakfast that was clearly freshly baked, and at the face of her lover that was so familiar to her.
"Brother Rong'er, is this breakfast...did you buy it or was it made by the inn cook?"
Zhao Rong washed his hands and face and said without looking back: "Is there such a possibility? I mean it is possible."
"Did I do this?" he asked seriously.
Xiao Qian'er immediately blurted out, "How can it be so delicious! I don't know how you cook. You can't even cook a bowl of noodles. I don't know if it was a guilty conscience after consummating the last time. I actually made red date porridge the morning before.
Coax me and Miss. Well, this is the only time."
Someone's virtue is like a treasure to a little girl.
Zhao Rong laughed in his heart, but he sighed deeply during the interview: "Hey, it seems you still don't understand me well enough. It's okay, you should get up and try it first, and let your stomach get to know my husband again."
Xiao Qian'er:......
She tilted her head and looked at her lover who was busy washing up for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Rong'er, am I dreaming? I seemed to have a dream last night. I dreamed that you cleaned the house for the first time. It scared me so much that I almost couldn't sleep early."
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"Oh, did you finally fall asleep?"
She said with a bit of a sweet nasal voice: "Well, although it was a little difficult, I still fell asleep, but now that I saw the breakfast, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep." Her tone was serious.
"You still want to sleep? It's okay to sleep in. Get up quickly! Don't force me to spank you."
Xiao Qian'er, who looked serious just a second ago, smiled and said, "Hehe, come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"..."
Are you becoming lawless? Has she become immune after being spanked too many times? Or is spanking no longer considered punishment for this little girl?
Zhao Rong's mind silently flashed back to the pretty face she had buried in her face and her ears flushed when he spanked her the last few times, and the crisp screams that became more and more strange the more he heard them.
At this time, Zhao Rong pretended not to hear the girl's provocation and did not let her succeed.
After he washed up, he changed into a fresh Confucian shirt, sat down at the table and began to eat.
Morning exercises and making breakfast kept Zhao Rong busy all morning, and now he was a little leisurely.
Looking at the rich breakfast on the table, he rolled up his sleeves with a smile.
It's interesting to say that Zhao Rong originally finished his morning exercise outside and planned to bring some breakfast back to Xiao Qian'er at the morning market. However, because he got up too early, he was among the first batch of customers, and many breakfast shops still had
Cooking and steaming breakfast.
The vendors were busy in full swing, and Zhao Rong didn't hurry to rush them. He just waited and watched. As a result, he turned around silently and went home.
Just before returning to the yard, Zhao Rong stopped by to buy some fresh bird's nests and seasonings.
As for the other ingredients needed for those beautiful things that came to mind not long ago, he remembered that he already had them when he was cleaning the kitchen in the early morning, so there was no need to buy more.
"The breakfast made by these bosses seems a bit simple. The types are very monotonous. They only have steamed cakes, sesame porridge and the like. It's so weak. How did I manage to eat in the past few months? It's an insult to me, a big foodie in my previous life. As an outstanding citizen of the empire, do you think this can be tolerated... I'd better do it by myself, remember those delicious things are not that difficult to make."
Zhao Rong muttered as he headed back home.
The awakened brain power is running at high speed and is used in a place that the sword spirit thinks is not doing its job properly.
But those breakfast shop owners didn't know that a harmless scholar who had been standing outside politely watching just now had already put them at an additional potential risk of unemployment.
Then Zhao Rong returned to the yard with the thought of "I'm really good at it".
He used his terrifying memory as if he could easily check documents, and also used the mobility of a warrior in the late Fuyao realm, and he actually prepared a decent breakfast...
Xiao Qian'er didn't know about Zhao Rong's transformation. Now she just felt that she was dreaming. Someone actually made her a very greedy breakfast. And the most disgusting thing now is that this 'sweet dream' still has something to do with it. Nightmare's evolution trend...
"Brother Smelly Rong'er, wait a minute...put down my little bun! Woohoo~"
Seeing Zhao Rong picking up his breakfast with chopsticks at the table, Xiao Qian'er, who was trapped in the quilt, became anxious and stretched out her hand to shout.
Zhao Rong looked at the 'little bun' he picked up and corrected: "This is called Xiao Long Bao."
Xiao Qian'er nodded and changed her words righteously: "Then put down my xiaolongbao!"
Zhao Rong:......
The girl looked longingly at this new and fragrant 'Xiao Long Bao' and swallowed.
Zhao Rong was speechless, "There's still more on the plate, I'll just eat one."
"Not even one, this...there are only five of these chubby steamed dumplings!" The little girl was very sharp-eyed and flat-mouthed, accusing her lover: "It's only enough for me to eat five, Brother Smelly Rong'er, what the hell are you doing?" Are you so cruel that you want to eat from me? How can you bear it!"
"Sorry..." Zhao Rong was put down by her aggrieved tone and subconsciously put down his chopsticks. He only realized it halfway and decisively threw all the xiaolongbao into his mouth. While chewing, he said vaguely: "No, this is what I did." It's first come, first served, why can't you eat it? Besides, you don't know it, you can't name it, and it doesn't know you, so why is it all yours? You little girl, you know how to confuse right and wrong."
Zhao Rong smiled, and then in front of Xiao Qian'er, who was wide-eyed and grieving, he picked up another steamed bun and ate it in one bite. He also nodded and boasted: "But Dao Xing Li Rong Brother, I'm still close."
Xiao Qian'er's heart was bleeding.
She recovered from her illness in bed in a second. She lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed to fight Zhao Rong.
"Brother Shou Rong'er, just wait! Hey, where are my clothes? Why are they missing? Brother Rong'er, you are perverted. Forget the steamed dumplings, you don't even let go of my clothes..."
Zhao Rong, who was smiling, was startled and pointed his chopsticks at the clothes drying rack outside. "Sorry, I couldn't see it before, so I just washed it for you."
"I will also wash clothes for others... No." She kept a straight face and continued to ask with a glare: "Then what should I wear now!"
"...Do you only have one set of clothes?"
"I was torn apart by you that night in Dali."
Zhao Rong:…………
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Xiao Qian'er stood there with her mouth pursed and stared at him.
Zhao Rong silently made room for her, and stopped competing with her for food. He also took out a set of his clean blue Confucian shirts, which were too small for his previous clothes. He handed them to Xiao Qian'er and asked her to wash up first.
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"Ahem, put on mine. Good girl, please bear with me for a while. I'll change them when I return to Taiqing Mansion later. What are you doing standing around? Sit down and eat quickly."
Zhao Rong humbly gave up his seat to her, and then watched her eat first.
"Humph, that's about it."
Xiao Qian'er glanced at him from the corner of her eyes for a while, then tilted her minibust and started to use her chopsticks. As soon as her stomach encountered the delicious breakfast cooked by Zhao Rong, all her little dissatisfaction was forgotten.
"Is this Xiao Long Bao? Uh-huh...it's really good!"
Xiao Qian'er spoke in surprise, unable to speak clearly.
At this time, her two fragrant cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster whose mouth was filled with food. With great difficulty, she pinched her neck and swallowed. The little Qian'er smacked her mouth twice, and couldn't help but pick up another cute hamster.
Xiao Long Bao, but she moved too quickly. She picked up the chopsticks several times and dropped them on the table. She didn't mind it. She was not afraid of burning them. She just dropped the chopsticks and grabbed them with her hands. This time, the Xiao Long Bao couldn't escape.
She caught her claws and was eaten by Xiao Qian'er in one bite, with a satisfied face.
After she finished eating these three steamed dumplings with great reluctance, she turned her attention to other strange breakfast items she had never seen before.
"Brother Rong'er, what is this steamed dumpling-like thing? The skin is so thin."
“Crystal shrimp dumplings.”
"What a name...Wow, so smooth and delicious!"
"Brother Rong'er, brother Rong'er, what is this? It's a bit like a crooked bun with so much filling?"
"What a crooked little bun, why are all your brains thinking about buns? This is called siomai, give it a try."
"Okay...um! It's delicious too! Brother Rong'er, there's even fungus in it! Qian'er likes it."
Zhao Rong teased, "Do you like Siomai, or do you like Brother Rong'er and me? In other words, which one do you like more?"
This was a small proposition. Xiao Qian'er turned her dark eyes intelligently and said sweetly: "Of course it's Brother Rong'er who likes to make steamed dumplings and sell them to Qian'er!"
Zhao Rong smiled.
Regardless of the curious baby next to him who was startled and wolfed down, he answered her questions casually, signed up for breakfast, and took a few mouthfuls of porridge from an empty bowl to warm his stomach. Then he didn't compete with Xiao Qian'er for food.
Most of the remaining rock sugar bird's nest porridge was poured into her bowl and handed over.
"Try the porridge I cooked for you and Qingjun. The heat of the porridge should be better than before. There is still some in the kitchen. You can bring it back to Qingjun to taste later. At this point, if she has nothing to do in the house today,
He must have been locked up in Qinglianxuan for another day of practicing martial arts, and he forgot to eat."
Xiao Qian'er held a bowl of porridge to warm her hands, her peach blossom eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she muttered: "Brother Rong'er really cares about Miss."
Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Who said that? I care about you too. I put half a papaya in this bird's nest porridge. You should drink more."
"Wood...papaya?"
The girl's expression was slightly blank. She stared at the porridge bowl for a while, then lowered her head to look down. Then at a certain moment, her face turned red, just like the brilliant morning glow in the sky outside the window.
Zhao Rong chuckled and admired it.
Xiao Qian'er wished she could bury her face in the bowl and never see anyone again.
"Obviously... Miss Mingming also needs to make up for it, and... Qian'er is not the only one!" She stammered in her words.
The little girl was jealous and shy, so she defended herself: "So...it's only natural that you care about me, and you care about Miss the most! That's right! That's it...I...I won't drink it anymore. I'll leave all this papaya, rock sugar and bird's nest porridge to you."
Madam, let her make up for it, I don’t need it..."
"No, you need it very much."
Zhao Rong interrupted with a smile and pushed Xiao Qian'er's head into the bowl, easily eliminating the little girl's resistance.
Xiao Qian'er was helpless, well, it seemed that she was helpless every time he pressed her head, and she obeyed obediently, both during the day and at night... In the end, the red-faced girl had no choice but to finish the big bowl of papaya porridge, and this scene
It also looks a bit familiar to last night.
It's just that a certain domineering instigator didn't realize this.
After Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er finished eating the sumptuous breakfast, they cleaned up and went out.
"Don't leave this courtyard just yet. You might come back to live there later..."
"Okay, I'll keep it for you."
Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er held hands and chatted nonstop.
The two of them walked to the door of the courtyard and wanted to say goodbye.
Zhao Rong let go of his hand and opened his arms towards the girl next to him who was wearing an ordinary men's Confucian shirt that could highlight her slender and pretty temperament.
"Come, check it out." He said seriously.
Xiao Qian'er took the initiative to stand on tiptoes and threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms so that the bad guy could hug her.
She buried her head and whispered, "How can the effect be so fast? Besides, Qian'er's is too small, so... you are so impatient... you are just like a fool, thinking that all women are the same as that Mr. Zhu."
The special care of her sweetheart made the little girl feel sour and sweet at the same time. At the end of her words, she hummed and pouted her lips to hang the oil bottle, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhu is really a peak that is difficult for both men and women to climb."
ah."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment and touched her slightly bulging soft belly, "I meant to check whether you have eaten enough. What did you say? Why did you mention Zhu Yourong..."
Xiao Qian'er:......
This wave is a self-destructing truck.
After a while, a speechless girl wanted to break away from Zhao Rong's arms and run away. She wanted to run away quickly.
However, Zhao Rong did not let her go immediately. He held her in his arms, smiled and whispered a few words in the shy little girl's ear, asking her to go back and supervise Qingjun's meals and daily routine.
Then Zhao Rong let go of his arms and was about to let her go. Who would have thought that Xiao Qian'er would stop running away at this time and bury her little face in his chest and clothes.
Zhao Rong asked curiously, "What's wrong? You don't want to leave?"
The little girl's slender body twisted again, and she didn't know what she meant now.
Zhao Rong looked around, his face a little confused.
The girl in her arms asked in a low voice: "You...why are you so energetic so early in the morning? Didn't I suffer a lot last night? Why are you still doing mischief...so reluctant to let go of Qian'er?"