The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1084 She also wants to make him a crystal bag

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 things, 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.

Hong Que still hung her head, her voice low and bitter, "The year you went to war..."

A surge of blood rushed to Tang Xinghe's forehead, and his heart, which had just tried to calm down, was broken again.

The year he went to war!

Before leaving Beijing, he vowed to marry Hongque.

After Tang Xinghe left, Hong Que took the initiative to ask Shi Anxia to be transferred to the bun shop to help, with the purpose of learning the craft of making crystal buns from the master.

The bun maker was reluctant to teach her at first, knowing that she was the princess's confidante and was worried that teaching her an apprentice would starve him to death.

The princess personally acted as a guarantor and signed a contract, stating that if Hongque learned the craft and started her own business, the princess would compensate the bun shop to the bun master.

So, Hong Que got up before dawn every day to learn how to make crystal buns... However, after she learned it, she never made crystal buns again.

She even didn't want to hear the words "crystal bag".

"My skills have become rusty. I don't know if I can still do it." Hong Que tried her best to calm herself down, but her voice was still choked.

Tang Xinghe's eyes also turned red, "Little Red Magpie, it's all my fault!"

"Well, you bastard!" Hong Que raised her tearful eyes, "But I... still want to make crystal buns for you... what should I do?"

Tang Xinghe stepped forward and pressed Hongque's head hard into his chest.

There, the pain was intense.

Yet it is as sweet as honey.

Because she said she wanted to make him crystal buns.

He lowered his head, and the fresh fragrance after the bath penetrated her nostrils, making her dizzy.

He kissed her forehead, then her eyes.

At first it was just a small test, and later... Hong Que thought, half of her life has passed, and the future is a matter of the future. At least for now, she still wanted to make crystal bags for him.

……

The sneaky shadow outside the kitchen retreated, running as fast as mad, and banged on Chi Shuang's door.

Chi Shuang had just received guidance from Shi Anxia and was practicing calligraphy inside.

Practicing calligraphy requires a calm mind, and the last thing you want to hear is a knock on the door that sounds like being chased by a dog. She opened the cabin door, frowning, "Ma Chuyang, are you crazy?"

"It's done, it's done!" Ma Chuyang danced with excitement. "My brother Xinghe and Xiao Hongque... cough cough cough... you promised me, if they succeeded, we can succeed too. Right, right, right, right, you won't go back on your word, right?"

Chi Shuang went back and sat down to continue practicing calligraphy.

Ma Chuyang was dumbfounded. "You're not really going to regret it, are you?"

"If I change my mind, what can you do to me?" Chi Shuang raised her eyes and gave him a cold look.

"Hey, a gentleman's word..."

"You were the one who said that. I didn't promise you anything." Chi Shuang stood up and washed the ink off her hands with warm water. "Besides, I'm not a gentleman. Even if I said something, I don't have to keep it."

Ma Chuyang gritted his teeth in anger, "Chi Shuang, don't force me!"

Chi Shuang casually leaned back on the couch and smiled, "So what if I force you?"

Ma Chuyang pushed the hatch with his backhand, and the hatch made a crisp "click" sound, and the pin was accurately locked into the groove.

He showed a lewd and ferocious smile, stretched out his claws and approached Chi Shuang.

Chi Shuang closed her eyes, not moving at all, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Ma Chuyang was dejected, and put away his lewd smile. "Chi Shuang, you really don't treat me as an outsider! Aren't you afraid that I will use force? Aren't you afraid that I will reveal my true face?"

Chi Shuang opened her eyes and said, "What's your true identity? It's not like we've slept together before, so who doesn't know who?"