casserole lady

Chapter 122: Looking for a beautiful woman (2)
He Xiao sighed softly, but his eyes were still smiling: "Qin Zheng, I always feel that you look very different from others."

Qin Zheng said coldly: "City Lord He, Ming people don't speak dark words. The City Lord, with the honor of a city, came to Qin Zheng, a small restaurant cook, to find plums in the snow. Why don't you tell me what's going on."

He Xiao stared at Qin Zheng, and said softly, "If I tell you that after hearing your story, I feel sorry for you and want to find a mother for you, would you believe me?"

Qin Zheng said firmly: "I don't believe it."

He Xiao smiled when he heard the words: "I knew you didn't believe me, but I really want to help you."

Qin Zheng raised his eyes: "Okay, since you want to help me, then help me find it."

He Xiao didn't expect Qin Zheng to turn around so quickly, so he could only ask, "Then tell me about your mother, so I can help you find her."

Qin Zheng thought about it, and found that he knew very little about his mother. Probably because his father was sad when he thought of his mother, so he seldom mentioned it. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only say: "She likes to eat delicious food. .”

He Xiao shook his head and said with a smile: "This is not a clue, I also like food!"

Qin Zheng said again: "When she gave birth to me, she looked like that. Now she should be in her thirties."

When He Xiao heard this, his fine eyes shone brightly: "So you are already 17 years old!"

Qin Zheng glared at He Xiao lightly. This person was not serious when he spoke, so he knew it was untrustworthy.

Unexpectedly, He Xiao suddenly withdrew all his smiles, with the word "seriousness" on his brows and lips, and said to Qin Zheng solemnly: "Qin Zheng, you accompany me to step on the snow and see the plum blossoms, I will help you find your mother."

Stepping on the snow, looking for plums, right?

That's great.

Qin Zheng asked: "Then when will we start to step on the snow and look for plum blossoms?"

He Xiao smiled slightly: "It's all right now."

As he spoke, he took out a large gold cloak, and just when Qin Zheng thought he was about to put it on, he saw him raise his hand and put it on himself.

I don't know what the cloak is made of, it's so warm, and when you move it lightly, the cloak glows with golden light.

He Xiao took another one, still a big golden cloak, and put it on himself.

After finishing these, he said: "Stop."

When he spoke to his subordinates, the way he spoke was different from his usual speech, his voice was a little bit cold, that is, that little bit of reserved coldness, revealing a bit of nobility and arrogance, which is the habit of those who have been in power for a long time The tone of speech is a majesty that ordinary people cannot resist.

He Xiao turned his head to look at Qin Zheng, and returned to his charming smile, as if the aura that made people not angry and powerful just now was not from him, he stepped forward and took Qin Zheng's hand, saying: " Come on, let's get off."

Qin Zheng was not used to being held by a strange man like this, so she broke free.

He Xiao looked down at his empty hands, and said with a smile, "Let's go, walk on the snow with me, and look for beautiful women." When he mentioned beautiful women, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked expectant.

Qin Zheng was wearing that ostentatious golden cloak, followed He Xiao and jumped out of the car. When she jumped out of the car, her horse saw her again and barked at her as a sign of goodwill.

Qin Zheng stroked the temples of the horse, and then followed He Xiao.

This place is more than a dozen miles outside of Shilipu city, and there is indeed a plum blossom. The old plum trees grow intertwined in the snow, and the plum blossoms on the top can still show a little scarlet under the heavy snow. In the distance, there is a small hut for plum watchers , at this time also submerged in a piece of silver, nothing else.

After Qin Zheng and He Xiao got off the car, they walked side by side, their golden cloaks rippling in the snow, reflecting the white snow on the ground.

(End of this chapter)