The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Jinling.
As soon as he entered the house, Li Qing heard good news, good news about Zhu Qizhen.
Qian was pregnant a few months ago and her belly was slightly swollen.
Zhu Qizhen flew up happily, his face glowing red, and he grinned to show off to Li Qing.
Zhu Yunwen was also very happy. Although they were not from the same bloodline, they were still part of the Zhu family. As an elder, he was naturally happy.
He has prepared all the red envelopes for his grandson's wife.
After all, when the child grows up, he will have to be called grandpa.
It doesn't matter whether Zhu Qizhen is called grandpa or not. It is not an honorable thing to have such a grandson anyway, but his son must be called... Zhu Yunwen thought happily, his face showing kindness after vicissitudes of life.
When people grow old, they like children, especially their offspring.
The same goes for Li Qing, who cares very little about children.
The house is full of joy, there are still about ten days before the Chinese New Year, red lanterns, door gods, and Spring Festival couplets are all ready, and the housekeeper is still actively purchasing new year's goods.
The family is not short of money, so the quality of life cannot be compromised, not to mention the fact that there are pregnant women.
Zhu Yunwen specially recruited more than ten maids. In addition, even the birth mother was recruited in advance, which can be said to be meticulous.
Seeing him like this, Zhu Qizhen didn't get angry with him anymore. He occasionally gave him a nice face as a return gift.
The two still dislike each other, and both think the other is more rubbish. They usually only say a few words when they meet.
Because, the third sentence will lead to a quarrel.
Mrs. Qian's face was filled with joy. These days were her happiest days. There was no evil mother-in-law, no intrigues, but only the care and love of her husband.
She doesn't have to share her husband with anyone else. As long as she has one husband and one wife, the years will be peaceful.
It's just like this, it's really good like this... Li Qing can see that the young couple is really happy.
Zhu Qizhen really had no intention of becoming emperor and had become a wife slave.
Zhu Yunwen often made fun of him, but Zhu Qizhen looked glorious. In turn, he laughed at Zhu Yunwen for being old and not understanding the sentiments of young people. Zhu Yunwen was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
Everything else can be debated, but age is really beyond debate.
Zhu Qizhen was only twenty-three after the Chinese New Year. What could he compare to an old man?
The house was enveloped in a cheerful atmosphere, which was very healing, better than any healing elixir. Li Qing's mind was relaxed, happy, and no longer gloomy.
The happy time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and the house was even more cheerful.
Red lanterns were hung high, Spring couplets were posted, door gods, kitchen gods... The servants were very busy and happy.
Zhu Qizhen had itchy hands, so he also rolled up his sleeves, hung lanterns and pasted Spring Festival couplets, but he only worked on the yard where he lived.
The layout of the Hou Mansion is four courtyards, with Zhu Qizhen occupying one, Zhu Yunwen and Zhang Suluo occupying one, and the servants occupying one. The remaining courtyard is reserved for Li Qing, which was where Li Qing used to live. courtyard.
However, Li Qing had never lived there before. It contained too much beauty and he didn't dare to open it.
Every time he comes back, he lives with his master and junior brother.
Today is Chinese New Year, and everyone gathers in the main living room in the front yard.
Li Qing and Zhu Yunwen were playing chess; on the side, Zhu Qizhen was learning Tai Chi from Zhang Sugao; Qian held her fragrant cheeks and looked at her husband.
In the eyes of others, Zhu Qizhen is really not that good, but in her eyes, her husband is the best in the world.
She was stroking her belly with one hand, watching her husband vigorously boxing, with an intoxicating sweet smile on her pretty face.
When Li Qing saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He didn't know what happened to the Qian family in history, but he was definitely not so happy.
As a wedding messenger, I have done my best... Li Qing thought happily.
He was the one who took Qian into the palace, and now it can be regarded as a beginning and an end.
"Tai Chi is about cultivating one's character. It's not about hitting fast or hard. Look at how I hit. Look..."
As Zhang Sulu was talking, he saw that Zhu Qizhen was only looking at his wife and didn't listen to what he said at all. He raised his hand and lost his mind, "Don't look at your wife, look at me."
What's so interesting about you... Zhu Qizhen rubbed his head, "Old sir, what did you just say?"
"I won't teach you anymore, even if you beg me." Zhang Sloppy was very angry, "You can't carve rotten wood!"
"Look at you, you are an immortal. Why do you have such a small belly?" Zhu Qizhen quickly put on his hat, but Zhang Sloppy didn't wear it at all.
"Qingzi, stop playing chess and go prepare the New Year's Eve dinner."
Li Qing: "...Master, isn't there a servant in the house?"
"I ate someone else's food before you came back. If you come back, I'll eat someone else's food. Then why are you coming back?" Zhang Slutty snorted, "Stop talking nonsense, be quiet, and don't force me to be violent."
"...Okay master." Li Qing stood up helplessly.
Zhu Qizhen: "Kukukuku..."
"Are you smiling?" Li Qing's face darkened, "Come here and give me a hand."
"Should I do it?" Zhu Qizhen was shocked. After a while, he hummed: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, I..."
"Stop talking nonsense, be quiet, and don't force me to use violence." Li Qing rolled up his sleeves and said sadly.
Why did I provoke him...Zhu Qizhen regretted it beyond words.
He didn't dare to fight with Li Qinggang. Li Qing was a ruthless person. When he was the emperor, Li Qing dared to stab him with a knife. The white knife went in and the red knife came out.
Now that he is no longer the emperor, and he is still dependent on others, what else can he do?
Sigh... Let's do it now... Zhu Qizhen looked at his wife and forced her to respect her: "Xiao Qian, my husband went to cook you something to eat."
He loves his wife, not afraid of Li Qing.
You can't lose your status in front of your wife.
Mrs. Qian was considerate and said sweetly, "Thank you for your hard work, husband."
Li Qing touched his nose and felt speechless: He can show off this, but no one can do it.
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East Chef.
Li Qing put on his apron, picked up the kitchen knife and twirled it in his palm, looking like a five-star chef.
Zhu Qizhen exclaimed: "Wow, wow...!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Qing's hand shook, and the kitchen knife was stuck on the chopping board, trembling continuously.
Zhu Qizhen's pupils shrank and he quickly took half a step back, almost chopping off his hand.
"You, chop vegetables!" Li Qingyi ordered. gòйЪ.ōΓg
"I...I don't know how!" Zhu Qizhen said sarcastically, "Really, I have never done this."
"You don't know how to do this..." Li Qing gave him a disgusted look, "There's always a noodle maker, right?"
"No...ah, yes." Zhu Qizhen raised his arms and said confidently: "Sir, you go chop the vegetables, and I'll make the noodles."
He has never seen a pig running or eaten pork. Xuan soft steamed buns with pickles are his favorite, and he is confident that he can make good noodles.
Li Qing saw him rolling up his sleeves, washing his hands, adding noodles and water, and it was simmering for a while, which seemed like that, so he went to chop the dumpling fillings on the stove opposite.
Dumplings are the highlight of the New Year's Eve dinner. Whether the dumplings are delicious or not depends entirely on the fillings, and Li Qing has to do it himself.
The two former monarchs and ministers now have one making noodles and the other chopping dumpling fillings, and they have become cooks.
Zhu Qizhen worked particularly hard. This was his first time cooking, so he was quite interesting.
If the dough is dry, it doesn’t matter, just add water;
The noodles got wet, it was a small problem, so I added more noodles... Zhu Qi Zhenhe was very happy.
But... as he continued, he realized something was wrong.
The basin...is too small!
Zhu Qizhen raised his head and glanced at Li Qing. He saw that he was holding a knife in both hands, and the knife had left an afterimage, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Adding noodles for the last time...Zhu Qizhen looked serious.
Soon, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: water was added for the last time.
'Da da da……! Li Qing concentrated on chopping the dumpling fillings, chopping them over and over, and occasionally adding some seasonings.
After working hard for half an hour, I finally prepared the most time-consuming dumpling stuffing.
He chopped up two large basins, enough for several meals.
Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Zhu Qizhen opposite, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded: You, what are you doing?
"I, I'm making noodles!" Zhu Qizhen said tremblingly, looking like he was about to cry, "I, I was afraid that it wouldn't be enough, so... I made a little more."
"...Stop making peace." Li Qing was convinced, "We've already made peace with each other, so stop it."
"Hey, okay." Zhu Qizhen was relieved: making noodles is really a technical job.
Zhu Qizhen felt quite sorry for the failure, and said with a stern expression, "Sir, do you think there is anything else I can do?"
Li Qing curled his lips in disgust and snorted: "There will always be a pot roaster."
"Just watch this meeting." Zhu Qizhen said, patting his chest.
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"Ahem, cough, cough..." Smoke billowed out from the east kitchen. Li Qing burst into tears and roared, "Get out, get out...!"
Get out of here... Zhu Qizhen walked out with tears streaming down his face: This is too much bullying, unlike Xiaoqian who only feels sorry for me.
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