Chapter 77: Dark noodles

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"That's fine." The Queen Mother nodded slightly, her eyes still closed.
"Ninggu Pagoda is now only the Imperial Forest," Bi Qiao looked at the Empress's expression, paused, and added, "They are all long lived masters, naturally there will be no villain to do evil, the big prince must be safe and smooth, Don't worry, the queen mother. "
"What's the point of not worrying me?" The queen mother sighed and opened her eyes. The green rosary beads bracelet in her hands was placed on the table by her. She turned to look at the compassionate and merciful man on the Buddha's platform Guan Shiyin sighed, "The Ai family used to hope that he would ascend to the ninety-five powers to control the world, and now he only hopes that he will be healthy and healthy."
"The crown prince is blessed by the queen mother, so naturally she will be smooth, and you can rest assured." Bi Qiao was too busy to step forward and said with relief, the voice was slightly dull, too busy to wipe her face. Rub your eyes.
"Ai's family has to bless him. If there is a mourning family, he will be able to live a day in peace. Even for him, the old bones of the mourning family will have to survive for a few more years." And took a sip of tea.
"Queen Empress, you said ..." Bi Qiao bit her lip and continued to whisper for a long time, "You said that Long live really wanted to kill the eldest prince?"
The queen mother did not speak, looking at the Avalokitesvara in a loss, only a long sigh: "Sinfulness."
Jiasheng thirty-two years July seventh
Ninggu Tower.
A Chou used to only know that July 7th was the Qiqiao Festival, but this was not the case in the Huanyi Bureau. It was in the Needlework Bureau. She followed the people and saw that all the embroidered ladies in the Needlework Bureau were well behaved that day. Worshiping the statue of Vega in a moment, it is said that she was praying for her ingenuity and dexterity, and Aghou did n’t believe this, and she had never worshipped the cowgirl of the Vega. Mother teaches well, so ah, it ’s not as good as asking a good master to come to which temple or lady.
It is just from this year that July 7 has another important and more important meaning for Ah Chou.
On this morning, Ah Chou got up half an hour earlier than usual. She wore black clothes and touched her hair randomly with a small tug. Then she walked lightly into Zhong Mingwei's room , Changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei, and then touched the black into the kitchen.
Today, Aghou has lightly lit candles in the kitchen, and then he is making noodles. In the past, he used water for ducks and noodles. Today, he used duck eggs, and only used duck eggs. There was no drop of water. There were nine duck eggs. Without wrinkling her head, she started to knead her face. The scattered sticky face gradually formed a ball under her hands. The lighter and smoother, the softer and softer, Ahou looked at the yellow orange face under his hand and was happy. The face rubbed even more.
After kneading the noodles, Ah Chou fetched his rolling pin, and the skill of rolling the noodles, which was originally impossible, was still practiced at the Duan family. Now that she is a good player, Zhong Mingwei likes to eat harder noodles, Ah The ugly face is a little harder, so it's quite hard to roll the hard face. After a while, the ugly face was tired and sweated, and the ugly stopped drinking a large bowl of water Then, I continued to bend down to roll the noodles. When I finished drinking three bowls of water, the noodles finally rolled out, and Ah Chou was busy cutting the noodles.
She did n’t know how the paternal noodles made a bowl of noodles by using only one long noodle. She could only use a stupid method to join thin noodles end to end and knead them carefully, etc. Finally, it was about the length of a bowl. Ah Chou ’s wrists were sour and unreliable. Dare to love this meticulous work is more tired than chopping. Fortunately, she got up early.
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Zhong Mingwei woke up very early, not to blame Ah Chou for waking him up. Since the time he started playing, he always wakes up very early on this day. He is always woken up by people before dawn, and then touches the dark When the palace went to Baohua Temple, in the chanting sounds of the monks, he faced the cards on the Lingtai and knelt for a whole day.