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Chapter Forty Seven

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    There are fragments of copper plates and silver coins on the table, and Pai Gow is neatly placed in the wooden box next to it.

    Yang Jin reached out to pick up a piece and played with it in his palm, and said with a smile: "Why haven't you restedyou have been killing all night?"

    "Those of them couldn't bear to go to bed half an hour ago. I have won a lot." Wen Qian put away the money and raised his eyebrows at him, "I will treat you to dinner later."

    "This is a little money." He grabbed the copper coins and sprinkled them down, "At most, it's enough for a bowl of noodles."

    As soon as the words fell, Wen Qian gave him a light kick, "Why are the noodles so expensive, are they inlaid with gold?"

    Yang Jin didn't avoid it either, and took it without pain or itch.

    In the middle of the night, when it came to eating, she felt really hungry in her stomach, and looked around, and the door of the back kitchen happened to be unlocked.  Wen Qian put the purse away in her arms, got up and was about to leave.

    Yang Jin looked back at her and blurted out: "Where are you going?"

    "Go to the kitchen and grab some leftovers to eat."

    He followed without thinking too much.

    ? Lighted up the lights in the house casually, Wenqian Maoyao rummaged through a pile of vegetable baskets, picked up cabbage and radishes and put them on the side, and couldn't help feeling disgusted: "It's such a big inn, why doesn't it even order sesame seed buns"

    Finally, she found a plate of fried dumplings from the cupboard and put it on the small table to eat.

    "Are you hungry, do you want to try?"

    ?The weather is freezing cold, and after several hours of wind blowing, the fried dumplings have long been shriveled and lying on the plate, lifeless.

    Seeing Wen Qian take a bite, Yang Jin poked under the plate with the back of his hand, and felt the cold touch, he couldn't help frowning: "It's not good to eat cold oil."

    The latter blinked, with food still in his mouth.  Yang Jin simply snatched her chopsticks, "If you are hungry, you should eat something warm."

    Wen Qian raised her cheeks and said as a matter of course, "It's hotbut I don't know how to cook."

    Yang Jin took the fried dumplings away with downcast eyes, and said softly, "I will."

    She didn't speak when she heard the words, she just closed her eyes with a smile, and followed him all the way to the stove.

    The dim light cast his slender back on the wall, the lines of his back were smooth and distinct, graceful and powerful.

    Yang Jin put down the plate, first went to the vegetable basket to look at the remaining ingredients, and then picked up a handful of raw noodles and a cabbage.  After thinking for a while, I asked her again: "Would you like fried noodles?"

    "I don't pick and choose, I eat whatever I do." She looked like she was well-fed.

    After lighting the fire, he washed his hands, quickly peeled and chopped the cabbage, and shredded the pepper.  When the oil in the pan was heated up, he sprinkled a handful of scallions, and after hearing a "sneer", Yang Jin immediately put in the chopped lotus flower white and shredded pepper, and his movements were methodical.

    When she turned her head inadvertently, she found that Wen Qian had fallen asleep with her head tilted on the table.

    He couldn't help feeling amused, and kept pouring sauce, salt, and pepper with his hands. After adding water, an aroma rushed to his face, and he almost started frying it with the noodles.

    Wen Qian woke up in the smell of slightly spicy sauce, she opened her eyes, just in time for Yang Jin to bring the plate of fried noodles as high as a hill to her, and even added a piece of fried egg on the steaming hot noodles.

    "It's true that sleep doesn't delay your eating, and you wake up when you smell it?" He smiled and pushed the empty bowl and chopsticks to her, "Eat quickly, and go to rest after eating."

    Wen Qian, who had never touched a spatula since she was a child, was so impressed that he made a plate of noodles full of color, fragrance and taste in such a way as if he had transformed into a living person.

    "Master Yang, you are too virtuous." She took a sip, raised her eyebrows and teased, "Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed?"

    Yang Jin put the fried egg into her bowl, and said helplessly, "Eat yours."

    The noodles are fine and smooth, and none of them are overcooked. The aroma of the sauce and the freshness of the white are intertwined, fresh, salty and smooth, very delicious.

    Wen Qian ate for a while, and suddenly wondered why there was no sound from around, when he looked up, he found that he had wrapped the noodles around the chopsticks, wrapped them into a ball, and put them in his mouth.

    I have never seen such an alternative way of eating when I grow up so big.

    "Is there anyone who eats noodles like you?" Like a child.

    Yang Jin glared at her indifferently, and explained slowly, "I don't like to eat loudly, and my grandfather said that I look like a girl when I eat slowly, so that's it"

    Wen Qian tilted his head, thinking it was interesting, and stared at him for a long time, making Yang Jin feel uncomfortable, "Don't watch." He had no choice but to urge, "Your face is getting cold."

    The latter made a long-tailed sound before moving his chopsticks.

    theI'm not feeling well.  She half-covered her face shyly and timidly, "It's because the concubine felt that the sky was too dark, so I had to ask Ah Jin to bring the candle to the bedside, but just now when he raised his hand, he"

    What he said was too ambiguous and ambiguous, coupled with the slightly messy clothes of the two of them, the surrounding guards in brocade clothes instantly understood, and couldn't help casting envious eyes at him.

    Yang Jin tried his best to maintain his composure, but he pinched the hand holding her shoulder fiercely. The latter secretly gritted his teeth, but managed to force out a shy smile.

    "So that's how it is" Yan Changhan nodded understandingly, "It doesn't matter, as long as people are fine."

    "Brother Yan." Wen Qian threw Yang Jin away suddenly, looked at him hesitantly, and lowered his eyes hesitantly, "I have an unfeeling request."

    He nodded suspiciously: "Brothers and sisters, tell me."

    "Look, the wing rooms in this guard are all burnt down like this, and I'm afraid they won't be able to live in for the time being." She wondered, "You know that my family's Ajin has a meager salary and he is a fussy person. If he lives in an inn  That would cost a lot of money. I don't know, can the two of us go to your house to disturb you overnight?"

    The "careful" Yang Jin stared at her back from behind, and silently said "as long as she is happy" several times in his heart, before he tried his best to suppress his urge to walk away.

    Yan Changhan on the opposite side is also big-hearted, without even half a moment's hesitation, he immediately said brightly: "Okay!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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