National color medical concubine

Chapter 224

Yu Qinglan and Meng Zhimiao played against each other for the first time, he was considered to have won.

From that day on, Chang Le went up the mountain before dawn and went down the mountain at sunset.

Days passed by, and a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Chang Le's birthday, Yu Qinglan cooked the kitchen herself, prepared a sumptuous dinner, and cooked a bowl of birthday noodles.

With the last bowl of noodles left, thinking that Chang Le should go down the mountain, Yu Qinglan boiled water.As soon as the water boiled, Chang Le's voice came from outside, "Uncle Yu, did you cook for one more person today? The master came to celebrate my birthday and share dinner with us."

Yu Qinglan's expression remained unchanged, scooped up the cooked noodles and put them in a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onion.

Bai Ling put it on the seat where Chang Le was sitting, "Miss, don't worry, I have enough food!"

Chang Le raised his hand, Yu Qinglan hugged her, and kissed him on the face with a 'boo', "Uncle Yu, will father and mother come?" Wu Liang's eyes were innocent and pure, she lowered her head He leaned his head and leaned on his shoulder: "They must be very busy. They didn't come today. When they are free, they will definitely come to visit me."

Yu Qinglan sighed softly, rubbing her little head, "They will come."

Chang Le tilted his head, avoiding his hand, "My hair will be messed up." But because of Yu Qinglan's words, her mood improved, she jumped off him, and ran out to meet Meng Meng. know indistinct.

The two maidservants beside Meng Zhimiao did not follow, she came alone and prepared a small gift for Chang Le.

Chang Le took it happily, and arranged her seat next to Yu Qinglan whether intentionally or not.

Meng Zhimiao looked indifferent, and sat down without looking sideways.

"Brother, you haven't poured wine for your uncle yet!" Chang Le sat on a high chair, dangling her legs, and ordered Bai Ling to divide the longevity noodles in her bowl in half. In front of Miao, "Master, when I celebrated my birthday before, it was my concubine who shared this bowl of noodles with me. They haven't arrived today, so you ate with me?"

Meng Zhimiao stared at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, his gaze changed slightly, and finally nodded.

She clings to the bamboo chopsticks and starts eating the noodles.Different from the reservedness of a lady, she eats boldly, yet exudes elegance and dignity.

A simple bowl of plain noodles with excellent taste.Meng Zhimiao planned to eat a few mouthfuls to cope, but he finished eating before he knew it.

"Master, the taste is very good, right? Let me tell you secretly, this is the noodles made by Uncle Yu himself."

Chang Le suddenly poked his head over and whispered such a sentence in her ear, Meng Zhimiao couldn't help but look sideways at the man beside him.

The four eyes met, looking into his warm and smiling eyes, slightly startled, and calmly withdrew their gaze.

"Uncle Yu's cooking skills are great, but it's not easy to cook. He is best at Shanbazhen." Chang Le stuffed a piece of dim sum into his mouth, "And West Lake Vinegar Fish."

Meng Zhimiao glanced at her lightly, Chang Le smiled sweetly, and hugged her arm, "Master, I will ask Uncle Yu to make a West Lake vinegar fish some other day, and you can comment on it."

"Don't talk about food." Yu Qinglan picked up chopsticks and put green vegetables in her bowl, and there was a hint of majesty in her gentle eyes.

Chang Le sticks out her tongue, looks at the vegetables in the bowl, raises her eyelids, chews and swallows them like a jujube.

She looked at Mingxiu at the side as if asking for help, Mingxiu spread her hands helplessly.

Chang Le ate it bitterly.

She has a big wish in her heart, to find a wife for Uncle Yu.However, they stayed in the valley all year round, except for Aunt Mingxiu, there was not a single unmarried woman in the valley.She heard that there was a woman living on the top of the mountain, who was not yet married, and she had been thinking about it for a long time, but she never succeeded in going up the mountain.

When she was about to pester Uncle Yu out of the valley, she fell into the cave.She thinks this is the fate that the concubine mother said!
It's a pity that she said so much tonight, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

It's not that Yu Qinglan and Meng Zhimiao are ignorant of Chang Le's intentions, they both didn't take it to heart, they looked at each other indifferently, looked away, and sipped their tea.

Chang Le rested her cheeks, her dark eyes rolled around, flashing cunningly, "Uncle Yu, master, Chang Le will serve you tea, thank you for teaching me."

Yu Qinglan glanced calmly at the tea in her hand, knowing that Chang Le was going to play tricks, but she also took the tea, her lips touched the cup, and put it on the table without touching even a drop of tea.

Meng Zhimiao didn't have a deep relationship with Chang Le, and knew very little about her, only that the child was precocious.But she never thought about it, she has too many eyes.He took the tea and drank it in one gulp.She glanced at him at the end of her eyes, looking at his half drop of untouched tea, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer.

Chang Le chuckled, took Ming Xiu's hand and ran away.

In an instant, only Yu Qinglan and Meng Zhimiao were left in the room.

Yu Qinglan was quite calm, leaning on the back of the chair, and took out a book from her sleeve, "The night is dark, master uncle, do you want me to send someone to your maid to pick you up the mountain?"

Meng Zhimiao refused bluntly, "No need."

"Alright, Bai Ling must be going out of the valley to meet Chang Le's father and mother, and I don't have any extra manpower." Yu Qinglan's attitude was really just a casual mention.

Meng Zhimiao frowned, then heard rustling sounds in his ears.Looking sideways, he didn't know when he got up, as if to see off the guests.

"If you are happy today, don't take it to heart."

The corner of Meng Zhimiao's mouth curled slightly, and he said sarcastically: "You are not as good as me in terms of formation, but your martial arts attainments are comparable. I don't get into why Chang Le worshiped me as a teacher. Today's matter is not an example!"

Yu Qinglan was startled, then smiled.

She actually thought he was using Chang Le to get close to her.

He stood by the door quite gracefully, and stretched out his hand to ask.

Meng Zhimiao left with a cold face.

Suddenly, her feet staggered, her eyes felt dizzy, and she fell to the ground.

Yu Qinglan watched her rush straight into his arms, and moved two steps to the side, but suddenly, she lost consciousness and couldn't move half a step.

"Well!"

Meng Zhimiao knocked him down, and both of them fell down.

Yu Qinglan turned sideways, Meng Zhimiao was lying on the ground, holding the skirt of his chest with one hand, shaking her head, the situation in front of her changed, she was no longer in the simple and simple bamboo house, she was in the splendid attic.

The person in front of her was a young man with a weak crown, dressed in a white robe that surpassed the snow, noble and elegant.The difference is that in his gentle and clear eyes, when he stared at the girl in his arms, there was deep affection.

Surprised in her heart, she became interested in the girl in his arms.She couldn't see the girl's face clearly from her angle, so she couldn't help but take two steps closer, and the girl's face came into her eyes, and she was shocked.

(End of this chapter)