The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 125: Are you particularly smart

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"Long live Lord, please make it clear."

"There is a new maid in Cining Palace, and her tea-making skills are very good," Zhong Zhiheng said with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "It's just that the Queen Mother is paying close attention to her, so she must not be an ordinary person."

"Yes, I understand. Please rest assured, Lord Long Live." Dai Jingfeng bowed in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go down." Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand.

"Yes, I am resigning." Dai Jingfeng bowed and retreated.

When Zhao Ruhai came in to help Zhong Zhiheng wash up, he was hit by a cup of untouched capstone flowers that fell on his boots. Zhao Ruhai immediately felt that the uppers of the shoes were soaked, but he couldn't care about this, he was too busy to wet them. Kneel down on the carpet, kowtow and apologize: "Long live the Lord to calm down! Long live the Lord to calm down!"

"What kind of tea are you making? How dare you bring such tea in front of me?" Zhong Mingwei said solemnly, while coldly staring at Zhao Ruhai who kept kowtowing, while thinking about drinking it in Cining Palace He was drinking tea, and he immediately became even more annoyed, "If you hate your longevity, you'll just have to deal with it like this from now on!"

"I know my mistake! I know my mistake! Please forgive me!" Zhao Ruhai was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe. Facing the wet carpet, he was extremely puzzled. He always made tea like this. Yes, Long Live Master has never found fault with him, so why do you suddenly dislike his craftsmanship today?

"Why are you still kneeling down?" Zhong Zhiheng said coldly, "Get out!"

"Yes, I thank you for your kindness!" Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he got up from the ground as soon as he heard about the amnesty.

"Come back!" But before he took two steps, he was stopped by Zhong Zhiheng again.

Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he turned back and bowed: "I am here."

"Go and do it..." Zhong Zhiheng frowned and thought for a long time, then continued, "The one who danced well last time..."

"Liu Chang is here." Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly.

"That's her, let her come over." Zhong Zhiheng said lazily.

"Yes, I will send someone to fetch Liu Changzai right now." Zhao Ruhai bowed in a hurry.

August 16, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

"Did I say I snored last night? Did I grit my teeth?" A Chou sat on the edge of the kang, stirring the noodles in the sea bowl, while nervously looking at Lu Mingwei who was sitting in front of the stove and lighting the fire, " Are you talking in your sleep?"

“I’m not snoring or gritting my teeth,” Zhong Mingwei said to A Chou with a smile as he refilled the firewood in the stove, “I was just talking in my sleep.”

"What did I say?" A Chou was startled, and his eyes suddenly widened, obviously very nervous.

Why is A Chou so nervous?

Because A Chou had a dream last night, a good dream about Zhong Mingwei and her, so can she not be nervous? If you say something you shouldn't say, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

"Tell me, you really want to eat noodle soup," Zhong Mingwei said seriously, but the seriousness on his face did not last long. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh, "So, today I specially Let you make gnocchi soup."

"Tch!" A Chou looked disgusted and disbelieving, but he felt a lot more relaxed. He curled his lips and said, "Even if I talk in my sleep, I must mean that I want to eat big fish and meat. How could it be noodle soup?" !"

Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly and said a little embarrassedly: "Isn't it a long time since I've eaten?"

"I obviously ate it a few days ago." As A Chou said, he took a spoon over, covered the sticky noodles with one hand, squeezed out a dough ball from the tiger's mouth, and took the spoon with the other hand. , put it into the boiling vegetable soup.

Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed the white and tender pieces of dough. No matter how he looked at it, he felt it was magical: "Girl, is this what Aunt Xiang taught you?"

"No, I learned this from Eunuch Xie. In the past, I sometimes went to deliver clothes to the imperial kitchen. I would stay in the imperial kitchen for a while and watch how they cooked," A Chou continued to squeeze the dough. , while winking at Zhong Mingwei slyly, "But what they make are meatballs. I follow the example of a cat and a tiger to make gnocchi. Isn't that very smart?"