Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 6 "Dry Cleaning" 1
Sitting on the bench in the kitchen, the more Qian Shangxian thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She wanted to live in peace, but they didn't want to, and even caused herself to be scolded. In the end, she pretended to owe them a favor in vain.

Twisting the dough in his hands vigorously, Qian Shangxian wished to knead the dough into foam.

"Ah, what is this?" Qian Mingyu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, and she was eating steamed buns in her hand.

Stretching out his head to look at the bucket at Qian Shangxian's feet, Qian Mingyu smiled and said, "That's just a little bit, I think you not only don't want to eat, you don't want to sleep, do you?"

Qian Shangxian ignored her lazily and continued kneading the dough in his hand.

Seeing this, Qian Mingyu coughed in embarrassment, turned and left: "Hmph, you're starving to death!"

The dough was shaped in Qian Shangxian's hands, dipped in oil, put into the bucket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Qian Shangxian sighed as he looked at the half bucket of oil cakes.

"When will this be done!"

……

In the fresh air in the morning, there was a fragrance, which came from the kitchen. Qian Shangxian was busy in front of the stove, and she cooked three barrels of oil cakes all night.

Qianrong pushed open the kitchen door, looked at the three big barrels full of oil cakes, and looked at Qian Shangxian's exhausted appearance after a night of exhaustion, and waved his hands.

"Okay, go back and rest."

Qian Shangxian nodded, dozed off, and walked out of the kitchen.

Tired and hungry, but worse than that, she was sleepy, pretty sleepy.

I didn't even have time to wash my hands and face, and my body smelled of oil cakes. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep.

But just as she closed her eyes, she heard someone knocking hard on the door: "Get up, hurry up, do you hear me! What a lazy bone, why don't you get up so late?"

Qian Shangxian got a headache from the noise, so he had to get up and open the door. Qian Mingyu stood outside and pointed at Qian Shangxian and said, "Go and wash my clothes."

Qian Shangxian yawned: "I've been busy all night, let me sleep for a while." After speaking, Qian Shangxian turned to leave.

Qian Mingyu grabbed her sleeve suddenly, then quickly threw it away, rubbed her fingers against the wall in disgust, and said while rubbing: "If you don't wash your clothes, let me do it? Hurry up and wash it, if you don't finish it Don't sleep!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Mingyu took out a large pile of clothes from nowhere, stuffed them into Qian Shangxian's arms, turned around and left.

Looking at the clothes in his arms, Qian Shangxian remembered that she had only worn them once, and they had to wash them if they were not dirty. He had never seen her wear that red one.And this one is Yang Yuehong's unwanted clothes, since she doesn't want them, why should she wash them?He clearly didn't want her to sleep!

Throwing the clothes on the ground violently, Qian Shangxian closed the door with a bang, and pushed it against the doorpost from the inside, turned around, walked to the edge of the bed, lay down on it, and started snoring.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

Qian Mingyu, who was sleeping on the bed, heard the knock on the door, and rolled down from the bed reluctantly, opened the door and saw that it was Yang Yuehong.

"mother?"

While arranging her hair, Yang Yuehong said, "Your Aunt Zhang said that someone from her hometown sent a lot of fragrant pears for us to eat. Hurry up, get dressed and go have a look."

When Qian Mingyu heard the food, she was so happy that she almost jumped up: "Hey!"

"Wait." Yang Yuehong looked at Qian Mingyu dotingly, and asked with a smile, "Where are the new clothes I made for you a few days ago? And mine, where did you put them?"

(End of this chapter)