You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 72
Ying Si thought it was delicious as soon as she heard it. Seeing Wen Qinger's cooking was interesting, she went up to make noodles with Wen Qinger. Ying Si practiced martial arts all the year round, and her strength was stronger than Wen Qinger's. After learning the skill of making noodles , on the contrary, she did better than Wen Qinger.

Wen Qing'er was so happy with the success that she didn't do anything herself, so she guided her from the sidelines.

Ying Si smiled and said to Wen Qing'er casually: "Brother Ayu is pitiful, he goes to the camp to train soldiers hungry every day, last time sister Qing'er sent me the snacks, and my brother ate it all at once. It's over, but I'm still not full."

Why is the dignified Marquis Yongwei still not full?
Wen Qing'er thought of the figure standing in front of him. Although she was tall and straight, she was indeed a little thin, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. It turned out that she was hungry!

Wen Qing'er felt strange and asked, "Why can't I have enough to eat? Is it because I am so busy with work that I don't care about eating?"

Ying Si sighed quietly: "My brother goes out at Yin time every day, goes to court, goes to the camp to train soldiers, and doesn't return home until Hai time every day."

Seeing that Wen Qing'er's expression changed slightly, he took the opportunity to add fuel to the flames: "I don't eat in the mansion on weekdays, I eat big pot rice in the big camp, what's delicious about the rice in the camp, stewed vegetables in salt water, only occasionally Boiled fatty pork slices are not bad, at least they can be eaten warm. In the frontier, they eat frozen black steamed buns, which are better in summer. In winter, the steamed steamed buns are frozen hard. I can't chew it."

"I heard from my brother that he will return to the frontier in three days, and will start to live a hard life eating black buns again."

Hearing Ying Si's words, Wen Qing'er was heartbroken and distressed. Ying Yu sacrificed his life for Da Qi, and lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. Why can't he even eat the most basic food? Eat some hot food, this day is not as good as Jingba Xiaobai raised by sister Yulan!

Xiaobai was still feeding minced meat and surimi finely every day, but Ying Yu ate some salt water stew and gnawed black buns every day!
Wen Qing'er frowned and asked: "Then can you buy some snacks or something to prepare, so that you can use them to satisfy your hunger from time to time, it's always better than hard steamed buns."

Ying Si shook her head: "Both bought from outside and made at home are not acceptable. It is strange for my brother to have a stomachache whenever he eats it. But brother Qing'er's snacks are fine, but it's a pity that my brother has finished eating all the dim sum."

Wen Qing'er felt strange, so she said, "Then I'll make more, and let Hou Ye take it with me when I set off. How can I do it if I can't eat enough!"

Ying Si was overjoyed in her heart, and said emphatically, "I'm here to help too. Brother can eat and gets hungry quickly." Pointing to the small bowl of kneading noodles on the table, he said, "My brother used this for meals in the camp, and he ate three meals a meal. bowl, I will be hungry again after a while."

If Ying Yu was present, his face would turn dark with anger, and he would definitely want to seal Ying Si's mouth immediately. Is your brother an idiot?Three pots of rice for a meal, the whole camp is poor!

Although what Ying Si said was a bit exaggerated, Wen Qinger still believed it. Her elder brother Wen Yizhen was also at the age of tallness. The last time her mother took her to the academy to see her brother, her brother always said that he was not full, although he was not enough to eat. There are so many people like Ying Yu, if you want to come to Ying Yu to practice martial arts, you must be more hungry than a scholar like your brother.

Wen Qing'er made more pies according to the ones she made last time. Shortcakes are easier to preserve than sweet pastries. Ying Yu is going to the frontier this time and doesn't know when she will return, so it's better to prepare more easy-to-preserve ones.

Afraid that Ying Yu would get tired of eating those things every day, Wen Qing'er made something else, only made two or three baskets of sweets, which could be eaten in a few days.

(End of this chapter)