daughter in power

Chapter 105 Acquaintances
She blinked, turned to look at King Xiaoyang, but saw him with a cold face and a very impatient look.

Probably still sulking.

She curled her lips into a smile, and said to Xia He, "Hurry up, I have an important document that must be written immediately."

As soon as they heard that the paperwork was going to be written, everyone dared not delay, and hurriedly surrounded her into the study.

Qiqi carefully wrote down the list of ingredients needed to make a small hot pot, checked again for no typos, then handed it to Xia He and said, "To the guard Qiu, don't keep her waiting."

I don't know if Xia He can read or not, anyway, she went straight to the door with the paperwork without even looking at it.

Lunch is eaten in Tingfeng Building, Qiushuang goes out to buy, King Xiaoyang is nowhere to be found, and the rest of the people perform their duties, waiting for Qiqi's order.

She didn't have any orders, but she just lay on the bed and read the "Little Grasping Technique".

After reading it for a while, I realized that the handwriting on the book was very similar to hers.

She hurriedly turned over, compared the ink marks on the book carefully, and confirmed that it was a manuscript.

She was very hesitant, so she raised her voice to call Xia He in, and handed over the book: "Look, is the ink on this book fresh?"

Xia He was puzzled, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled: "I don't know much about these books. But judging from how old this booklet is, it probably took some time to write it."

Qiqi nodded, then shook her head: "Do you know who wrote this book?"

Since it is a manuscript, there must be an author.

Maybe it was someone she knew.

Xia He shook her head: "Miss, if you want to read a book, I will bring a copy from the study. How can I know who wrote it?"

This is true, just now Xia He brought several books over, and she chose this one herself.

It seems that one day, the king of Xiaoyang read this book.

So, she was interested.

She blinked, remembering that Xia He's days here were about the same as hers, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​asking.

Getting up and walking into the study, she immediately picked up the wolf hair on the table, dipped it in ink and wrote down the words "small capture technique" carefully.

After finishing writing, take the books in your hand to the table and compare them carefully.

After a comparison, an astonishing conclusion was drawn.

Her handwriting was actually the same as the words in the book.

Qiqi was taken aback for a moment, completely stunned.

I don't remember that I wrote such a book in a certain month, I don't remember when I came to Liuhuo City, met Xiaoyang King, and even wrote a book for him.

She sighed, shook her head, and suddenly thought of someone.

Wind Qiqi.

Could it be that this book was actually written by Feng Qiqi?

Could it be that her handwriting is actually the same as Feng Qiqi's?

She was almost taken aback by the thought that popped into her head.

"Xia He?" she called out.

Xia He walked in: "Miss?"

"Is the prince here?"

"I didn't hear that he came back, so he must be gone."

Qiqi was taken aback, loaded down the "Little Grasp Technique", and left the study full of worries.

At Shenshi, Qiushuang came back from shopping, Qiqi looked at a large cart full of ingredients, and exclaimed, "Guard Qiu, why did you buy so much?"

Qiu Shuang frowned: "You didn't write down the weight of each ingredient in two catties, so I decided to buy them all. If you can't use it up, make it again next time."

next time?

With such a large cart of ingredients, it might be enough to eat until summer.

She couldn't help being amused, it was the first time that she found Qiushuang very interesting.

King Xiaoyang asked for hot pot by name, and Qiqi didn't dare to neglect, so he immediately got busy.

As the young lady of Tingfenglou, she was busy cooking in the kitchen, and among the maids who served her, who would dare to be lazy?
For a while, the whole yard helped to choose vegetables.

When King Xiaoyang arrived, it was already dark.

Everything you need for a small hot pot is ready.

Just wait for the guests to come and cook the red oil soup pot.

King Xiaoyang stood at the door of the kitchen, looked at Qiqi wearing an apron, frowned and said, "Why don't you cook it first and wait?"

Rarely, he actually thought of talking to her.

Qiqi turned her head and smiled: "This soup pot tastes the best when it is boiled right away. To put it bluntly, it happens to be neither too early nor too late."

I don't know where she got the crooked theory, but King Xiaoyang didn't refute it, but said indifferently: "It's not too early or too late, it just happens to be right?"

Qiqi nodded.

King Xiaoyang suddenly laughed.

A flirtatious smile spread across his unparalleled handsome face, causing Qiqi's cheeks to burn in shock.

This damn handsome man always makes people's heart beat faster and makes them want to suffocate.

Looking up again, he has turned out of the kitchen and is nowhere to be seen.

Qiqi was startled, then remembered that she forgot to ask him.

The soup pot is ready, and the round table in the flower hall has also been set.

The maids help to serve and arrange the dishes, which is bound to create a warm and beautiful picture.

Qiqi entered the door, looked at a table full of fancy dishes, then looked at the red oil soup pot burning above the stove, blinked and said, "Why don't you throw it in and cook it?"

Everyone was stunned, she had already stepped up and poured in many dishes that were resistant to cooking.

He also picked out fatty beef, venison, mutton, etc. and placed them in front of the main table, just waiting for a certain carnivorous animal to rinse his mouth for a while.

The dining environment that used to be grand, suddenly only remained the lively atmosphere of sitting around the hot pot.

Everyone laughed, but said nothing.

"Miss Jiang?"

At the door, Chun Shui entered with a sullen face, and said gently: "Master ordered to eat in the attic. The guests have arrived and are waiting for you."

Qiqi was startled, Chun Shui had already walked to the table: "I'll help you bring the soup pot over here."

Seeing Chun Shui leave with the soup pot, the other maids hurriedly sent the dishes to be cooked to the attic.

Qiqi hesitated: "Guard Chun, who is the guest?"

Chun Shui didn't look back: "I didn't see it, the master didn't allow us to go upstairs."

What kind of guest is so mysterious?
She hesitated, changed her apron, and followed Chun Shui.

When they arrived at the attic, King Xiaoyang really forbade Chunshui and others to go up.

Qiqi had no choice but to go upstairs slowly with the soup pot alone.

She climbed up the stairs carefully, she was really afraid that the soup pot would spill and burn her hands.

On the second floor of the attic, there is an empty table in the hall. On the empty table is a hexagonal copper stove, which is burning red with charcoal.

Qiqi put the soup pot on it, and the red oil immediately gurgled and steamed.

She smiled, went down to the attic again, and sent up the dishes one by one.

After finally fiddling, she finally couldn't help sitting at the table and taking a breath.

He was panting, when he suddenly heard someone walking in from the corridor facing the river.

As the man walked away, he complained with a smile: "Xia Xi, you are so mysterious, what exactly do you want to invite me to eat?"

King Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "Small hot pot."

Qiqi raised her eyes, the hall was brightly lit, she really couldn't tell who was walking in from the dark corridor.

However, she couldn't see others, but others happened to see her smooth face under the lamplight.

She blinked, Xiaoyang King was already approaching.

"Let's serve dinner." He said indifferently, stretched out his hand to lure the guests, and said lightly: "Although tonight is not the Lantern Festival, but you and I, brothers and sisters, are drinking for the first time in so many years, let's treat it as a reunion .”

Qiqi was startled, did King Xiaoyang visit the mountain gate?

There are even brothers.

Under the corridor, the guest walked in with a smile, and said casually: "Specially order a little beauty to cook a small hot pot for me, Xia Xi, you really have a heart."

His laughter seemed familiar, Qiqi was startled, trying to look.

When I saw it, I was stunned.

Only one or two steps away, he walked under the lights.

The candlelight shone on his coquettish face, showing a handsome and elegant look.

Isn't this young man who is not much uglier than King Xiaoyang the old man Huishan whom he met on the ancient cliff road in Lishan?
How did he appear here?

Qiqi blinked, tried to calm down the doubt in her eyes, and lowered her head respectfully.

The old man returning to the mountain seemed to have never seen the strangeness of Qiqi. Dama Jindao sat at the table, picked up a piece of fat but not greasy pork belly from the pot, dipped it in the plate in front of him, and said: "I haven't eaten it for a long time. I had an authentic small hot pot, but I didn’t expect it to taste good.”

He ate several slices in a row, and then picked up a piece of fatty beef, and put it in the soup pot to rinse.

There is really no reserve that a guest should have.

Qiqi blinked, Xiaoyang Wang Xian said coldly: "How do you know that this little hot pot is genuine?"

The old man returning to the mountain raised his head, looked straight at Qiqi's face, and said unrulyly: "I specially invited a little beauty to cook hot pot for me, can I invite a layman?"

King Xiaoyang's eyes flashed, he stretched out his chopsticks to hold down his chopsticks, and said indifferently: "This king has changed his mind now and decided not to invite you to eat."

The old man returning to the mountain refused, and the chopsticks were pulled out of his grip, and the fat beef was thrown into the dipping plate in front of him like a flying bird.

Take a bite and swallow it.

The fat cow was so hot that he gasped for breath.

But he swallowed the fatty beef triumphantly, and said with great joy: "So what if I eat it, what can you do to me?"

His mind is all on the small hot pot, but Xiaoyang Wang is obviously not.

The two of you came and went with each other for a while, and there were many yellow oil spots splashed on the table.

Qiqi couldn't help but say, "If the beating continues, the food won't taste good."

There was peace in front of her eyes, and the two handsome and coquettish men withdrew their hands at the same time, turning their heads to look at her in unison.

With a "click", Qiqi pretended to be calm and said, "I... what I said is true."

After a meal, the old man Huishan ate until his mouth was full of oil, but King Xiaoyang didn't move his chopsticks at all.

At the climax of the moon, a table full of dishes also went down a lot.

The old man returning to the mountain put down his chopsticks and belched contentedly.

King Xiaoyang looked at him coldly, his face as green as ice.

It was agreed that the three of them would have dinner, but in the end, Qiqi only had to wait on others.

This made her unable to bear the slander that King Xiaoyang took her out of the palace not to make her a young lady, but to continue to squeeze her labor.

She hummed dissatisfied and gave up.

It was getting late, and the old man returning to the mountain glanced at the moonlight outside with satisfaction, clasped his fists and said: "Xia Xi, thank you for your hospitality tonight, next time there will be delicious food, remember to call me."

King Xiaoyang ignored him.

He turned his head and looked at Qiqi: "I don't know the girl's name, I have eaten your hot pot, next time I will definitely bring you something new."

With an uninhibited expression, Qiqi lowered her head: "My... called..."

Before the word was out of his mouth, King Xiaoyang had already said to him: "Don't you know what her name is?"

The old man returned to the mountain with the same expression: "I am new here, how can I find out the name of a maid. Xia Xi, do you think that I am as free as you when I come to Liuhuo City from Huishan?"

What he said was swearing, and his face was rarely serious.

King Xiaoyang's expression darkened, and he was speechless.

Seeing this, the old man returning to the mountain laughed, and refused to tease King Xiaoyang any more. He turned over, rushed out of the pavilion, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The hall was silent, and the wind howled.

Looking at the dark scenery outside the corridor, Qiqi secretly sighed.

Turning his head, Xiaoyang Wang was looking directly at her side face coldly, and said indifferently: "How did you meet the old man Huishan?"

(End of this chapter)