MTL - Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed-Chapter 122 Baiwei cake

In the earnest eyes of everyone, he finally sat down.

The **** fell on the chair at first, and the whole person instantly lost the tension, his shoulders fell slightly, and a face often containing vigilance also brought a little softness.

An Rushuang was sitting opposite him, her face was beautiful, her lips were slightly curled. If she did n’t look at her bright eyes, Cheng Tsang would surely think that this person is a gentle and gentle person.

Lady show.

But as soon as she spoke, there was irrefutable confidence in her voice, and those bright eyes were as bright as stars, which made people nodded to agree with her, unconditionally

Believe her.

An Rushuang chuckled, and said, "I'm still thinking today. Yesterday's meals seem to be out of reach, and you're here. It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived."

Cheng Gong did not have the arguing with An Rushuang at that time. He smiled gently and whispered: "I heard that Miss Ms. wanted to evaluate me. I thought about it for a long time, but I thought it would be too

Many, not all can be seen in a day. "

This remark brought the pride of a famous chef.

Zhao Xiaotao glanced at him aside, already reaching out to open the food box, taking out the food in succession, and the little **** the side could not help seeing the snack on the upper layer.

Opened his eyes.

The sweet breath permeated everyone's nose, and everyone seemed to be drunk in the taste.

The plate of dim sum was distributed on the table, and An Rushuang's eyes fell on the dim sum, which was different from the last baked pie. This little dim sum was more cute and looked like a pig.

Looks like a soft, waxy and white body, with black bean-like eyes as if looking at himself!

An Rushuang lifted the corners of her lips, and her heart really raised a little curiosity. No woman can hold such lovely food.

"what is this called?"

Ruby helped her clamp a small celadon plate in front of her.

The treasurer Cheng said, "This thing is called Baiwei cake, and the lady must take it slowly."

Zhao Xiaotao frowned, but asked in confusion: "I see this pastry looks like a pig. I wonder why it is called Baiwei cake?"

Everyone also looked at the shopkeeper curiously. The shopkeeper seemed to smile shyly, opened his mouth, but said nothing, but looked at An Rushuang and said, "The young lady will know when she eats it.

Already. "

An Rushuang didn't doubt him, took a bite, but felt that the taste was sweet and slightly sour, and then took a bite, and it turned into a bitter and salty taste. Finally, it was slightly sweet with a touch of spicy

The taste quickly swept through the mouth, but the spicy taste made people feel awkward, like an aged wine, with the fragrance of bamboo, slightly spicy throat, but soft.

She put down her silver chopsticks and sighed, "Sour sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, full of flavors, but not obtrusive, what a Baiwei cake!"

What a Baiweizhai Baiwei Cake!

Eating a piece of pastry is like reminiscing about this life. First, people are born from blood, come to the world and be spoiled by their parents, and taste the sweetness of the world.

He grew up slowly, and with anxiety, this sweetness brought sourness.

When you start a family, you have to carry the family by yourself, so this tear is mixed with tears, isn't it salty and bitter? I can't swallow it, but I have to eat this bitterly

go with.

When I get old, I end up in a small jar, like a jar of long-distance spicy wine, and fall into the dust.

Being praised by her so much, the shopkeeper Cheng was never proud, but smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Zhao Xiaotao looked curious aside, and couldn't help thinking: "This pastry looks nothing but ordinary, what girl praises it like that?" Thinking of it, a pair of eyes fell.

Can't pull out on that Baiwei cake.

An Rushuang lifted his lips and waved, "You take the points, and try the craftsman of Cheng."

The girls answered, and took out the plate of piglet-like chubby cakes, but they tasted stranger than each other.

Ruby frowned at the moment, swallowed with her eyes closed, and An Rushuang looked at her, and knew that she had never chewed twice, and swallowed directly. "This thing

Why is it so strange? "

In fact, if it wasn't for the Cheng Treasurer at this time, she would have to yell something bad! How can there be such strange things, both sour and sweet, and bitter and salty, most

After that, there was a spicy throat ...

An Rushuang looked at her helplessly, then turned to Zhao Xiaotao again, but saw Zhao Xiaotao's complexion slowly sink, Xiao Tao has experienced wind and frost outside since he was a child, and there is another

Daddy, presumably knows more about this.

An Rushuang thought so, and Zhao Xiaotao had slowly closed his eyes, but two lines of tears slid down the white cheeks.

I couldn't help but feel a little panic about success. I got up quickly, because I was too anxious, and made a bang on the table. He grinned, but never looked at his injury, but

Looking at Zhao Xiaotao, he kept saying, "Little girl, don't you cry ..."

"Is this thing too ugly? I, I ... then I won't do it later."

He said, his expression was slightly lonely, because everyone in this room except An Rushuang was a bitter figure.

If a cook can't make people happy, then what he makes is a pile of dross, which is useless.

He had just said this, but saw Zhao Xiaotao shaking his head fiercely, her tears were still falling, and her eyes were red and red, but she wiped a tear and grabbed Cheng ’s arm directly,

Tightly, the shopkeeper felt a slight pain in his wrist.

"No! You keep doing it, I still have monthly silver, I can give you all the silver ..."

Zhao Xiaotao said so, sobbed twice, and turned away.

If Cheng Tsang was not still hurting his arm, he would have thought that this was a dream. He turned to look at An Rushuang, who also looked at him helplessly, and the two looked at each other.

After a while, the shopkeeper stammered, "Then, I'll leave now ..."

He flushed a face, and did not dare to look up, as if the girl in the house had a Zhao Xiaotao's face.

At this point, An Rushuang nodded, and no longer kept him, only saying: "Slow, Hongyu, go and ask Qi Da to send him a trip, and the rain is still not small."

There was still a smell of wine in Ruby's mouth, and he nodded and said to the shopkeeper: "Come with me!"

The treasurer Cheng wanted to quit, but then thought about Zhao Xiaotao, he nodded and responded, only saying deeply: "Thank you Miss."

An Rushuang seemed to suddenly think of something, and called the shopkeeper.

Cheng Gong took the umbrella and turned back to look at her in the heavy rain, and then listened to her, "Tomorrow / you don't have to come again, I will send you the silver in two days, and you need to remember my life

Chen Yan came that day. "

Cheng Gong responded subconsciously, but stared at An Rushuang as if his hands and feet were stiff, stuttering: "Silver, silver?"

But what surprised him most was not silver, but a birthday feast. The young lady of Dr. Shishi ’s birthday feast, the people who came and went must be noble, noble. He could handle it himself.

Such a birthday party?

This is simply a pie falling from the sky!

An Rushuang raised his lips: "Why, have you changed your mind again? You don't want me to blend in?"

The heavy rain was still falling, her voice was scattered by the heavy rain, and it was not clear.

But the shopkeeper listened, every word seemed to be in his heart, very clear.

He tucked his shirt down, and knelt straight down like this. In the heavy rain, he solemnly struck An Rushuang for three heads, and then stood up, straightened his back, and turned away.

Already.