After dinner, while Chu Yu was waiting for Jiang Shu to take a bath, Yu Zheng asked Tan Yu to reward the cook, and asked the cook to make more tricks to prevent Jiang Shu from getting tired of the food.
The cook who received the reward had a sad face and was not happy at all.
It was already difficult to make a dish of vegetarian meat, and he had to make it in different ways every day. He was so worried that he almost went bald, and felt that the reward money in his hand was heavy and hot.
Tan Yu didn't care about this, and left after explaining, leaving the cook alone to worry.
For breakfast the next day, the kitchen brought six kinds of breakfast including steamed buns, rice porridge, and Tan Yu directly brought a bowl of vegetables and noodles to Jiang Shu.
"The princess tasted this and said it was newly developed and different from ordinary noodles."
"What's the difference?" Jiang Shuna picked up the chopsticks.
Yu Zheng ate the buns, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Shu.
Seeing Jiang Shu take a bite of noodles, his apricot eyes lit up slightly, and when he continued eating, Yu Zheng curled up the corners of his lips.
This cook is good and deserves a reward.
Jiang Shu, who was eating with gusto, didn't know that the noodles she ate were meat mixed with flour and beaten continuously until the flour and meat blended into one, stretched into a large piece of dough, and then cut into thin strips.
"What do you think of these noodles, Princess?" Tan Yu asked with a smile.
Jiang Shu commented seriously: "This noodle is more delicious and softer than ordinary noodles, which is very good."
Seeing that she was satisfied with her meal, Yu Zheng and others were very happy.
The only one who was unhappy was the cook in the mansion, who was worried about what to make for lunch.
The winter months are over and the twelfth lunar month is coming.
After breakfast on the first day of the new year, Jiang Shu went to the front hall to check the accounts.
Afraid that Jiang Shu would freeze, Chu Yu put a fox fur cloak on her, gave her a soup pot, and placed two pots of charcoal fire in front of her.
Mo Liang and others stood respectfully in the hall, calculating one by one.
Jiang Shu calculated quickly and checked all the account books in less than an hour.
Seeing that Jiang Shu had no objection, Manager Mo and others began to report on the matters in the mansion this month.
"Princess, the mansion needs to buy a lot of new year's goods this month."
"Princess, the mansion needs cleaning and renovation this month."
Jiang Shu listened attentively and waited for them to finish speaking before speaking slowly: "Follow the usual practice of previous years. All purchasing expenses are recorded in a book and calculated after the year."
"Yes." Everyone responded respectfully.
After hesitating for a moment, Manager Mo tentatively said: "The princess is pregnant now and should not work hard. The affairs of the palace can be taken care of by the villain."
Jiang Shu stared at Mo Liang after hearing the words, and then said after a while: "Mo Guanshi is interested, but reading a few account books and handling some general affairs is not tiring for me. I just need to stretch my muscles and relieve boredom."
Mo Liang was bored and looked embarrassed.
Jiang Shu said: "If Mo Guanshi really wants to relieve my worries, just take care of everyone in the house and avoid causing trouble."
"Yes." Mo Liang responded with his hands raised.
"If there's nothing else, let's go and get your monthly payment." Jiang Shu picked up the teacup with obvious meaning.
Mo Liang and others looked at each other, bowed and left.
After walking far outside the hall, Wu Qian and Mo Liang whispered to each other: "It seems that the princess will not let go of her power."
Jiang Shu checked the accounts carefully and refused to delegate power even though she was pregnant. They had no way of making money even if they wanted to.
Mo Liang sneered coldly: "Then think of other ways to get some money for the New Year."
"What method?" Wu Qian asked.
Mo Liang glanced around and whispered a few words after confirming that it was safe.
Wu Qian's eyes lit up after hearing this: "What a great idea, I agree."
Mo Liang turned to look at the other stewards behind him: "Where are you?"
"We all listen to Mo Guanbo." Everyone immediately expressed their stance.
Mo Liang smiled with satisfaction.
The weather is getting colder and colder day by day.
On the night of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed.
Jiang Shu was so excited that he couldn't sleep.
"Husband, it's snowing." Jiang Shu stood in the courtyard, looking up at the falling snowflakes from the sky.
The flawless white snowflakes fall down freely, falling on the face and hands, like a soft and cold kiss, fleeting.
Jiang Shu closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the touch of snowflakes falling on his face.
When Yu Zheng saw it, his dark eyes flashed, he leaned forward, his warm lips came down, and kissed Jiang Shu's forehead, melting the snowflakes.
Jiang Shu opened his eyes in surprise and saw Yu Zheng's enlarged face. He stood on tiptoes and kissed Yu Zheng's lips.
Yu Zheng's heart trembled, then he put one hand around Jiang Shu's slim waist and held the back of her head with the other, deepening the kiss.
Kissing in the snow, hot and cold coexist, a different kind of tenderness and charm.
Yu Zheng skillfully pried open Jiang Shu's teeth and played and danced with her.
The two of them kissed each other with lips and teeth, and Yu Zheng's body temperature spread to Jiang Shu, dispelling some of the coldness, leaving him feeling hot in his heart.
The snow was falling heavily, and snowflakes fell on the two of them. After a while, their heads turned white.
The snow falls silently, but the breathing and groaning make a sound.
There was silence all around, only each other's breathing could be heard clearly.
After the passionate kiss, Jiang Shuqing leaned against Yu Zheng's chest and looked at the snow, filled with joy.
"Go in and take a look, it's cold outside." Yu Zheng was afraid that she would catch the cold, so he led her into the house.
Jiang Shu turned his head and saw the snowflakes on Yu Zheng's head. He raised his hand and said, "Husband, we will grow old holding hands."
When Yu Zheng heard this, Jun's face smiled like ice and snow melting.
Holding hands and growing old, they will definitely do it.
After sitting down in the room, Chu Yu cleaned the snowflakes from Jiang Shu's hair and handed her a cup of hot tea.
Jiang Shu held hot tea and stared at the falling snow outside the house without blinking.
Some people like wind, some like rain, some like sunshine, but she loves snow the most.
Can't get enough of it.
Seeing Jiang Shu staring at Luoxue with joy on his face, Yu Zheng said slowly: "I won't take a bath tomorrow. The plum blossoms in the back garden are in bloom. You can go to the plum grove to enjoy the snow and paint."
Jiang Shu asked him to paint her portrait, and he always remembered it.
"Seriously." Jiang Shuxi smiled.
Yu Zheng smiled and nodded.
While being happy, Jiang Shu suggested: "Tomorrow happens to be Laba Festival, let's invite Sister Yijun and the others to come and enjoy the snow and drink porridge together?"
After inviting Yu Lan and Sun Yijun, it was natural to invite Zhou Boxu and Yu Yuan.
Without thinking, Yu Zheng knew what Jiang Shu was planning.
"good."
Naturally, he felt sorry for his sister.
As the banker's daughter-in-law, Yu Lan is not allowed to go out at will on weekdays. Zhou Bexu couldn't go to General Pingxi's mansion to look for her, so it was really difficult for the two of them to meet each other.
But if Yu Zheng and Jiang Shu invite each other, and Sun Yijun and Yu Yuan accompany them, others can't say anything.
Even if Jiang Shudang went to write the invitation, Yu Zheng would also write it with her and give it to Zhufeng to send it out early tomorrow morning.
After the arrangements were made, Jiang Shu went to bed contentedly, waiting to see the white snow when he opened his eyes tomorrow.
However, the excitement was not over, and she lay still for a long time without falling asleep, swaying back and forth in Yu Zheng's arms.
"Can't sleep?" Yu Zheng opened his eyes and asked her.
Jiang Shu responded and said worriedly: "Will Mr. Zhou be unavailable tomorrow?"
Zhou Boxu's duty is to protect the peace of the capital, so he should be very busy during this period.
Yu Zheng was dumbfounded: "He is a commander, he doesn't have to do everything personally, and not all of his subordinates are just freeloaders."
The implication is that no matter how busy Zhou Boxu is, he still has enough time in a day.
"That's good." Jiang Shu was relieved.
"My sister was very happy on your birthday."
That kind of sweet and tender happiness cannot be replaced by other people's emotions.
