Soft and crispy waist

Chunzhi and he plucked out five osmanthus trees before they could fill a bamboo basket with osmanthus flowers. While the sun was still shining, they hurried back to the yard and spread the osmanthus flowers on all surfaces to dry. The whole yard was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and Xia Zheng felt extremely refreshed when she smelled it.

A few days ago, she was inexplicably craving the fragrance of fresh osmanthus flowers. Last year's dried osmanthus flowers didn't suit her, but today, when she saw the osmanthus flowers blooming, she couldn't resist it.

First, take some dried osmanthus and sprinkle it into the wine pot to soak and make osmanthus wine.

He rolled up his sleeves again, took the glutinous rice and rice and ground them into powder, dissolved malt sugar in water, added it little by little and stirred it, put it into an iron container to press it into shape, put it in a steamer, sprinkled it with dried osmanthus flowers, and covered it with a lid.

After a while, the aroma of rice wrapped in the fragrance of osmanthus came out. Xia Zheng added some honey and garnished it with fresh osmanthus flowers.

The osmanthus wine just happened to be fragrant, so I took it and placed it on the bamboo table under the banyan tree.

Chunzhi had already been greedy, stuffing her mouth with food without caring about the burning sensation. She kept praising it, "Delicious! Delicious! Your cooking skills are incredible. It's the same osmanthus cake, but no one else makes it as delicious as you. I've never had it before in the Marquis' Mansion. Did you really learn it from your mother?"

"Half of it is from my mother, and half of it is improved by myself by translating the recipe." Speaking of the recipe, Xia Zheng missed the other delicacies in it.

Her mother got it from an old cook, but because she couldn't read, she didn't know what was written in it, so she gave it to her as a picture book. It was not until she learned some words that she finally understood the recipes in it. It not only contained common but simpler and easier methods, but also added unexpected things to change the taste. It also talked about the complementary and counteracting effects of foods. She learned that yam and fermented glutinous rice would cause diarrhea from the cookbook.

The most surprising thing was that there were many foods in it that she had never seen before. Some of the ingredients needed were things she had never heard of, and some were very precious. She couldn't get them, so she had to put them aside. But now, maybe because of her pregnancy, she felt greedy whenever she thought about it, especially the spicy hot pot. She really wanted to try it.

"Oh! This osmanthus wine is delicious!" Chunzhi opened her round eyes wide in surprise, grabbed the wine pot and filled another cup for herself and put it into her mouth.

Seeing this, her cheeks turned red.

She had a low alcohol tolerance to begin with, and her face would turn red and her legs would become weak after drinking a few more sips of fermented rice wine. But she was greedy and ate another glass without waiting for Xia Zheng to stop her.

"Xia Zheng, why did you become two?" Chunzhi staggered and reached out to grab her.

Xia Zheng hurriedly held her hand, and couldn't stop laughing at her cute drunken look.

Dong Lin, who was standing aside waiting, felt annoyed when he saw the two people happy. Why did they choose these two? One is a glutton and stupid, and the other is beautiful but has no ambition. The prince has returned home, but she is still here picking flowers, cooking, drinking and laughing foolishly.

If she had been chosen, she would have to serve the prince today, so that he would remember her.

Originally, she thought she would definitely win, and Qiu Kui and Chun Zhi were no match for her. However, when she went to deliver soup to the prince, she was kicked out by Nanny Liang before she even got through the door. In the end, she ended up working as a maid for Wei Qingqing and was scolded every day.

Although no one in this small courtyard dares to disobey her now, she is still a maid after all, and she is wearing maid's clothes, which is annoying just by looking at her.

"Sister Donglin, please stop twisting your sleeves. They'll tear soon."

"None of your business, I don't care about you..." Donglin raised his hand to vent his anger on Shuangjiang, but when he turned around, he saw a figure as slender as a crane and as thin as a pine tree appear in front of the door. He hurriedly bowed and called out in a hoarse voice: "Prince."

"Where's the prince? There's only the young master..." Chunzhi waved her hands drunkenly. Before she could even utter the word "master", she saw that figure and sobered up immediately. She stumbled twice before standing up, trembling so much that she forgot to bow. She hurriedly said, "I...no...I greet the prince. I...I am not feeling well, so I'll take my leave first."

Before she could finish her words, Chunzhi started running out in a panic, her arms and legs flailing. She almost bumped into Gu Yizi, who turned sideways to give her way before she could run out smoothly.

"Prince." Xia Zheng hurried forward to pay her respects. Seeing Gu Yizi looking coldly in the direction Chunzhi had gone, she hurriedly explained, "Chunzhi was drunk, so she was in such a mess. Please don't blame me, Prince."

Does he seem to blame her?

It’s just strange that this girl is like a rabbit, running away at the slightest sign of trouble, and running like a messy, round toad.

Even if you are angry, you have nowhere to go.

A small thing like this can just be placed in your house as a mascot.

"What if I want to blame you?" Gu Yizi reached out and took a piece of osmanthus cake from the corner of Xia Zheng's mouth, staring at her straight in the eyes. It was broad daylight, but he felt that the atmosphere that should only be at night was spreading.

"That's just Chunzhi's bad luck. She became the first person to be punished for being drunk after the crown prince was conferred the title." Xia Zheng lowered her eyes helplessly, looking completely fake.

She realized from Gu Yizi's behavior just now that he had no intention of blaming her at all. He must have known that Chunzhi was such a person a long time ago, otherwise he would not have lifted Chunzhi up just because of her suggestion. She was just panicked for a moment.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you dare to tease me."

Xia Zheng shrank her neck and smiled playfully. She now knew that Gu Yizi was no longer as cold to her as before, so she naturally dared to show a little bit of her temper. Otherwise, being blindly obedient would not necessarily please her.

He reached out and held her hand, pulling her into the house while looking at the osmanthus flowers drying in the yard and asking, "Have you picked all the osmanthus flowers in your house?"

"I only picked five," Xia Zheng whispered guiltily. There were only ten osmanthus trees in the mansion, and five were all she had in the backyard. Before Gu Yizi could speak, she quickly changed the subject: "I was really craving the fragrance of osmanthus, and I thought the prince would go to Concubine Xue's place today, so I picked so many."

"That's unfortunate. I was supposed to go to Mrs. Xue's place, but unfortunately, she wasn't feeling well, so I had to come to your place instead."

Not feeling well?

What discomfort would make you give up such a good opportunity to keep someone? Xue Wuyang has waited for so long, and no one will disturb her today. Unless she is terminally ill, she will definitely get up and serve, unless... she has her period!

This is really bad luck.

While thinking, Xia Zheng didn't notice that Gu Yizi had already sat on the soft couch with ease, and picked up the notebook that she had placed on the small table before finishing reading.

"Prince Wei stretched out his big hand, wrapped his arms around Liu Jiaoniang's waist, and held her in his arms. He leaned down, untied her ties with his hands, and covered her lips with hers..."

Hearing the contents of the book being read out by Gu Yizi, Xia Zheng felt as if the blood in her body was rapidly flowing backwards. Her face turned red as if it was on fire. She reached out and snatched the book from Gu Yizi's hand and held it in her arms.

"The Romantic Prince and the Pretty Lady." Gu Yizi could just see the words on the cover. "Are you learning the Thousand Character Classic just to read books like this when this prince's life or death is uncertain?"