The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 77: Rolling noodles in the dark
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"That's good." The Queen Mother nodded slightly, still closing her eyes.
"Now only the Royal Forest Army is in Ninggu Pagoda," Bi Qiao looked at the expression on the Queen Mother's face, paused, and added, "They are all the manpower of Lord Long Live. Naturally, there will be no villains doing evil. The eldest prince must Everything goes well, Queen Mother, please rest assured."
"What's the use of worrying about me?" The Queen Mother sighed and opened her eyes. The green glazed beads bracelet in her hand was placed on the small table. She turned to look at the Buddha on the altar. Guanshiyin, who respected the compassion of heaven and humanity, sighed, "The Ai family used to only hope that he would aspire to the throne and take over the world, but now they only hope that he will be healthy and safe."
"With the blessing of the Crown Prince, the Queen Mother, everything will go well naturally. Don't worry, Queen Mother." Bi Qiao was so busy that she stepped forward to comfort her. As she said this, she couldn't help but her voice became slightly hoarse, and she turned away from her face because of her busy schedule. I went to wipe the corners of my eyes.
"The Ai family has to protect him. With the Ai family here, he can live in peace for a day. Even for him, the old bones of the Ai family will have to endure for a few more years." The Queen Mother said solemnly, while taking the He took the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"Queen Mother, you said..." Bi Qiao bit her lip and continued in a low voice for a long time, "Do you think Long Live Lord really wants to kill the eldest prince?"
The Queen Mother was silent, looking at the Guanyin in a daze, and after a long time she let out a long sigh: "What a sin."
The seventh day of July in the 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ninggu Pagoda.
Achou used to only know that July 7th was the Qiqiao Festival. This festival was not celebrated in the Clothing Bureau, but in the Needlework Bureau. She followed people over to see that all the embroiderers and maids from the Needlework Bureau were celebrating that day. They all bowed to the statue of Weaver Girl in a formal manner. It was said that they were praying that they could be as clever as Weaver Girl. A Chou didn't believe this. She had never worshiped any Weaver Girl and Cowherd, but she was good at embroidery. Grandma Xiang taught me well, so it is more practical to worship a good master in any temple than to worship a good master.
From this year onwards, July 7th has taken on another and more important meaning for A Chou.
On this day, in the morning, Achou got up half an hour earlier than usual. She put on her clothes in the dark, randomly pulled her hair up and tied it with a small hairpin, and then she walked in quietly. Zhong Mingwei changed the mat in Zhong Mingwei's room, and then went into the kitchen in the dark.
Today, A Chou generously lit a candle in the kitchen, and then kneaded the noodles. In the past, A Chou used water to make noodles, but today A Chou used duck eggs, and only duck eggs, without adding a drop of water, a total of nine duck eggs. , A Chou didn't even wrinkle her head, and then she started kneading the dough. The scattered and sticky dough gradually formed a ball under her hands, becoming smoother and softer. A Chou looked at the yellow-orange dough under her hands, I felt happy and kneaded the dough even more vigorously.
After kneading the dough, A Chou took out the rolling pin. A Chou didn't know how to roll the dough at first, but she learned it at the Duan family. Now she is good at it. Zhong Mingwei likes to eat harder. A Chou's noodles are a little harder. It is quite laborious to roll out such hard noodles. After a while, A Chou was so tired that he was sweating all over his face. A Chou stopped and drank a lot. bowl of water, and then continued to bend over to roll out the noodles. After drinking three large bowls of water, the noodles were finally rolled out, and A Chou was so busy cutting the noodles.
She didn’t know how people used longevity noodles to make a bowl of noodles with only one long noodle, so she had to use a stupid method, connecting the thin noodles end to end and kneading them carefully. When she got up, when it was finally about the length of a bowl, A Chou's wrists were already terribly sore. Such delicate work was much more tiring than chopping wood. Fortunately, she got up early.
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Zhong Mingwei woke up very early. He didn’t blame A Chou for waking him up. Ever since he could remember, he always got up very early on this day. He was always woken up before dawn, and then touched He followed Hei into the palace and went to Baohua Temple. Amidst the chanting of monks, he knelt in front of the tablet on the altar for the whole day.