Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2153

Chapter 2153

But this time, Hong Que did not retreat immediately, but looked up at Tang Xinghe.

Tang Xinghe was also looking down at her.

There was an inexplicable smile in the eyes of both of them, as if nothing had happened.

He walked towards the stove carrying the wash basin, and there were still a few spots of un-kneaded dough scabs on the edge of the wooden basin.

Hong Que leaned over to the chopping board, her green fingertips lifting the earthenware pepper pot. The moment the lid was lifted, a burst of pungent aroma emanated.

It was the unique domineering smell of the wild pepper on the cliff, mixed with a bit of warmth from the sun, which made people's nasal cavity itchy.

"Do we need to knead this dough again?" Tang Xinghe stopped in front of the stove, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the basin.

In fact, he could calculate the time, but he was just making small talk.

"Well, knead it again after an hour." Hong Que looked at him again, "You go out and play first. You don't have to stay in the kitchen."

"Oh." Tang Xinghe agreed, but had no intention of lifting his foot.

"Get out now." Hong Que picked up the copper spoon and prepared to refine the oil. "There's a lot of smoke in the kitchen. It'll stain your clothes soon."

"No, I'm here to learn from a master. Otherwise, those bastards will eat my scallion rolls and say they're not tasty." Tang Xinghe went to wash his hands and walked closer to her.

Hong Que laughed and nudged him, "Move over a bit, or the oil will splash on you."

Tang Xinghe obediently moved out.

Hongque skillfully refined the oil, removed the residue, then scooped up the freshly refined lard with a copper spoon and poured it into the chopped green onion.

The golden oil sizzled with a scallion aroma, and white mist rose up, blurring her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

She subconsciously hid towards Tang Xinghe.

A few oil droplets still splashed onto the silver bracelet on her wrist, forming tiny amber beads. Tang Xinghe hurriedly wiped them off with a handkerchief, then expertly added coarse salt and Sichuan peppercorns to the scallion oil for a fragrant aroma.

He asked, "Does it hurt? Did it splash on your hands?"

Hong Que answered while tidying up her desk, "It doesn't hurt. Why would I be so delicate?"

Tang Xinghe inexplicably wanted to tell her that the defenders of Gongcheng were stationed at Jinyakou, and the life there was actually more difficult than imagined.

I wonder if she is willing to go there with the army? If not, the Protectorate Mansion has moved to Tiema City, and she can wait for him at home.

He can come back once a month... Suddenly I have a lot to say, but I'm afraid that if I say these words, people will be even less willing to be with him.

It is said that the king of the Vina tribe loved his sister very much and gave all the gold, silver and other valuables to her.

Hong Que is no longer the poor girl she used to be, and it is no longer the time for him to choose to eat scallion rolls because he is concerned about the money in her pocket and is afraid of hurting her self-esteem.

But at this moment, Hong Que suddenly said, "Master Xinghe, thank you for choosing the scallion rolls."

"Huh?" Tang Xinghe was stunned.

"I know you're saving money for me, so you don't eat the crystal buns." Hong Que washed her hands and turned to look at him.

The man before him was no longer the young man who had ridden a horse and cut a willow branch. A hint of sadness stained his brow.

But there were a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps one was the mark left by Chi Yue's death, and the other was the fine line worn out by the prince consort falling off the cliff.

Another question is, could it be that he has been thinking about her all these years?

Tang Xinghe asked curiously, "Who told you that?" He still insisted, "I don't like crystal buns. I just like scallion rolls."

"That's a shame." Hong Que lowered her eyelashes. "I was planning to make you crystal buns tomorrow, but you didn't like them."

Tang Xinghe: “…”

This!

"When did you learn how to make crystal buns?" His heart was beating inexplicably. He felt that he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help asking.