Chapter 983: Flowers and jewelry, women's favorite

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What kind of weird smell is this? Although Nalanchu was not pregnant, she also had an urge to vomit.
Finally, Nalanchu swallowed a bite of the salad, and immediately picked up tea and drank it.
Magnolia and Yuzhu cast a pity on Nalan Chu-not listening to the old man and suffering in the eyes, just hinting you not to eat, you are unbelievable.
Looking at the other side, Ye Liuli and Xiao Yan ate happily.
"Master, do you think it's okay? Can you improve it with slavery?"
"The taste of the salad dressing is totally acceptable, but it is not good to use steamed buns. Even if the steamed buns are made with milk and noodles, let's look back at bread and cake?
"Okay, okay, slaves like to study this."
"For bread and cake, I almost know the main ingredients. We need an oven."
"oven?"
"It's just a box, put things in there, there's temperature on it, there's temperature on it, and bake the middle part together."
"Slavery has a way, let's make an oven."
"Oven? What's that?"
"It is an arched stove made of red mud. It is empty in the middle, and it is burned with wood or charcoal. The loquats in our hometown are so grilled. The slaves first try it in the oven. If the effect is not good, it is special A double oven with charcoal fire. "
"Good idea! That's great, right. I'm Beijing duck. I'll make you a duck in the future?"
"You can't do this ... you can't let your master do it for you? You can give it to the slave? How can you do it for you? ... you, master, that northern ... What roast duck is delicious?"
"It's so delicious!"
"Compared to Hamburg?"
"Hi, if you compare it to roast duck, a burger is just a stuffer."
"Slipping ..."
Someone has drooled to three thousand feet.
Magnolia whispered, "It's really good for Xiaoxiong to appetite the master."
Yuzhu pouted. "People are jealous."
Nalanchu's heart was sour and she felt jealous. She was clearly the new favorite of the master.
...
That night.
The main house of the Ziyan Palace is on.
Naranchu's master and servant were fighting fiercely.
"Madam, slavery thinks that it should be sewn from top to bottom. The lady's female red is not very solid, and the pins are sparse and different. If you go from bottom to top, the collar will not be right." Xiao Ju said.
Nalanchu sighed quietly, "But what if the pattern below doesn't match?"
"This ..." Xiao Ju was also tangled, thinking for a while, rubbing secretly, "otherwise the wife also uses that method? Actually, all the husbands and wives do this."
"What can I do?"
"Find an embroidery woman to sew, but the last few times, the meaning of the lady's needle and thread is also from the wife's hand."
"How does that work? Adults do not lack robes. When we give robes, we give them our hearts. If the robes are not tailored by ourselves, why do we have them?"
"But ma'am, that being said, if you can't do it well ... don't talk about your heart, maybe the adults will be disappointed ..."
"That's right," Nalanchu bit his lip, full of annoyance. "I knew that I wouldn't give the adult time limit, so I could find some material and practice my hands well."
Xiaoju sighed, "Ma'am, it's not slavery that sings badly. As for your skill, you may not be a teacher in the last year."
Nalanchu was anxious. "In your eyes, I'm so stupid? The emperor can sew human skin, can it be that I can't sew even a piece of cloth?"
"Ah? Human skin?" Xiaoju was frightened.
Nalanchu blocked Xiaoju's mouth with a hand, Xiaoju was startled, his eyes were frightened.
Nalanchu frowned, slowly shook his head, and lowered his voice, "There is a floral fragrance. Where did the flowers come this winter?" He said, looking at the door vigilantly.
Sure enough, footsteps were heard shortly after, and someone pushed in the door.
Although the man entered, the aroma of the flowers was strong.
It is Diao Chan.
Seeing Diao Chan, Xiao Ju hurried forward and said hello, "Slave please lord Diao Chan."
Nalanchu also stepped forward. "Sir, you are back. Did you have dinner?"
Diao Chan raised an eyebrow. "It's useless, is your wife going to cook in person?"
Nalanchu chuckled his lips and said, "If the adult doesn't dislike it, he will certainly cook himself."
"Burned tofu?"
"..." Nalanchu was embarrassed. "Don't make fun of your body. Your body didn't know that the adult didn't like tofu at first. He listened to Master Yang's teasing." Then he murmured, "In fact, tofu Very healthy."
Diao Chan raised an eyebrow. "Okay, let's burn tofu."
Nalanchu quickly shook his head. "No, no, my lord doesn't like tofu."
"I like it now." Diao Chan chuckled.
"... really?" Nalanchu whispered.
"Really." Diao Chan's smile deepened, and her eyes turned softer.
Xiao Ju, who was aside, blushed, and said that the feelings of the adult and his wife were getting better and better.
Diao Chan like this, but Nalan Chu stunned, "Master, you are weird today."
"Oh? Where is it strange?"
"You're suddenly so gentle today, and you're ... a little scared."
Diao Chan's gentle smile stiffened on his face, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Isn't it gentle to be gentle? You like me to be fierce with you?"
"No, no, it's not fierce, but the master once said that if something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and if there is something abnormal, there must be a knife ... meaning is……"
Diao Chan reached out and rubbed his temple. "Next time you stay away from the heroine, don't learn from her."
"The master is not bad!" Don't look at Nalanchu's loyalty to Diao Chan, but in terms of loyalty to the emperor, absolutely say no. For example, in the title of the two masters, the two have been arguing.
Diao Chan sighed and shoved the flowers in his hand to Nalanchu, "It's for you."
Nalanchu blinked. "This is it?"
"The heroine once said that women love flowers and jewelry, but I don't think you ever wear jewelry, so send flowers."
"..."
To tell the truth, Hu Guo didn't hear anyone sending flowers up and down. Everyone picking flowers either made some rouge gouache or made wine with flowers. Only the young girls inserted a few flower branches in the boudoir, but they didn't give each other ... More Cut out from the pot.
Nalanchu took the flowers and looked up and down, "... beautiful." Sincerely.
Diao Chan's cheeks flashed awkwardly, "I did it myself, and I've seen it once before."
Nalanchu was secretly surprised, and became more and more fond of this bunch of flowers. "Thank you, lord, I like it very much."
"What do you call me?" Diao Chan leaned down slightly, approached her with a smile, and carefully captured the shyness on her face.
Nalanchu is not used to being so close to each other face to face, and shyly turned his head, "Naturally, he is an adult."
"Call your husband."
"..." A masculine breath rushed towards him, and Nalanchu felt only a tremor, "... husband."
Diao Chan then kissed her face with satisfaction before entering the room quickly, "I'll change my clothes, wait for me."
Nalanchu was puzzled. "Wait for ... what?"
Diao Chan turned his head and said, "Aren't you going to cook to cook tofu for me? Let's get you started together."
Nalanchu was terrified. "No, no, sir ... oh no, it's a husband, a gentleman is far away."
"I'm not a gentleman," Diao Chan has entered the bedroom, leaving only his voice, "I'm just a husband."
People left, leaving only two masters and servants of Nalanchu and the fragrance in the room.
For a while, Nalanchu didn't speak, Xiaoju gathered up, "Congratulations to Madam and Hershey, Madam and adults are getting better and better, just now the slaves looked sweet as if they were eating honey."
"..." Nalanchu blushed. "But don't you think he changed so suddenly? Suddenly I got a little ..."
"What are you?" Xiaoju asked. "Mrs. Do you like the change of adults?"
Nalanchu was awakened with a question, and she nodded. "Like."
Later, Nalanchu admired the bouquet for a while, and finally reluctantly opened the silk that wrapped the flowers and inserted the flower branches into the vase.
How could Nalanchu think that Diao Chan's change in her attitude was due to her performance in Furongyuan.
In the bedroom.
Diao Chan, who has always been cold-tempered, couldn't help but laugh and smile again and again, remembering his wife's shyness and timidity again and again, and remembering someone's calmness and calmness in Furongyuan, her heart became more and more fond of his wife.
She belongs to him, it's just him!
Except for the loyal master and heroine, this is the first time Diao Chan truly feels what belongs to him, but he never imagines that he is a living person.
After a tea time, Diao Chan changed his robe and followed Nalanchu to the kitchen of Ziyan Palace.
The two declined the help of their subordinates and worked in the kitchen.
Diao Chan washed vegetables and chopped vegetables, and Nalan Chu scooped vegetables, and the two were very busy until late at night.
Into the night.
The two rested, and the newlyweds must be gentle.
After a while, Diao Chan embraced his beloved wife in his arms, "Why hasn't she been absent?" Although she asked in her mouth, in fact her eyes were out and there was already an answer, just waiting for her to answer.
He knew she would not hide from him, and her performance at the time in Furong had already said everything.
Sure enough, Nalanchu was struggling for a while, and then he said, "Today when I returned to Nalan, I saw Xia Gongzi."
"Oh?" Diao Chan said with a smile in his eyes, "What then?"
Nalanchu said everything that happened 151, without missing anything. "Fu Jun, what do we do next?"
Diao Chan laughed softly and kissed her forehead. "We have done our best, the rest depends on his own choice."
"My own choice?" Nalanchu was puzzled.
"Well," he held his arms tightly, unlike the fiery hug, but his distant gaze was cold. "If he divides good and evil and knows well, I will look at your face and open the Internet, and try not to violate the law. Under the premise of law, to help the Xia family commute their sentences. But if he is obsessed, don't blame me for being cruel. "
"..." Nalanchu lowered his eyes.
"What's the pain?" Diao Chan raised an eyebrow.
Nalanchu smiled bitterly. "The husband laughed and said that it was false to say that the distress is not true. How many innocent women and children are Xia's family up and down? But ... forget it ... everything depends on Xia Gongzi's decision."