Qiu Li turned her head silently to look at her little lady.

She sat on the cushion, with a calm and curious expression, exactly the same as the expressions of the neighbors next to her.

The soft pads used by the little lady look so comfortable.

This soft cushion was designed by Xueying, the drawings drawn by Niangzi, the materials selected by Niangzi, and the cherry embroidered by her and Cherry.

The maids at home imitated many of these soft cushions. Although they were not as comfortable as their little ladies, they were different from other cushions.

Now that every night class is held every night, everyone is holding a mat, so everyone has fewer minor problems with back pain.

Qiu Li stared for a while, but couldn't see anything from her face.

Well, it seems that my little lady is indeed a big man who is calm when she is not surprised by the favor and disgrace.

She turned to look at Cherry. Cherry was drinking tea and talking to the boss lady. After a while, she started arguing about the idiot about where the cherry was delicious.

This fool must not recognize the one sitting in the car, the little girl complained about the little face that she had been in the car when they came to Beijing.

After all, his face is very different. The one in the car looks much more mature, not so white, and his eyebrows and eyes are not so beautiful.

The man who got into the little lady's car was a man. Qiu Li could see that Miss Zhao could see that Miss Xiao knew it.

But she really never thought that it was Duke An Guo.

Two old men who were pushing carts to sell water next to him happened to pass by, and they were even more gossipy than the aunts and ladies, and looked at the carriage coming from afar.

"Where, where? Why did I hear that the prince was saved by a beautiful woman? Didn't he say that he would never see the capital we went back to together?"

"That beauty is not something you can see if you want to see it. She is the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She is the most famous city in the capital, and she is rare in the world in terms of talent. She is comparable to the famous talented woman Zhao Yanfei in the past."

"I heard that although the Duke of the Kingdom was rescued, he was seriously injured and lost his memory. It was Wang San Niangzi who took good care of him along the way, which made Duke An recover well. Hey, this beautiful hero, supports each other along the way and spends time together day and night. I guess this relationship is definitely amazing. I think this time in Beijing, Duke An will marry a beauty."

Qiu Li suddenly looked up and saw that her little lady's eyebrows were gentle and calm, calm, and she nodded with interest while listening. The teacup in her hand was made of black porcelain, and she drank ginger tea. She probably might change the weather in the past two days.

Looking at the gentleness and tranquility in Gu Xiang's eyes, Qiu Li sighed softly in her heart. She is truly worthy of being her own little lady. She is simply a distorted person with her face. She is amazing!

"puff--"

Qiu Li flashed her mind and saw Gu Xiang's eyes wide open, and a mouthful of water splashed out, splashing her head and face.

While coughing, Gu Xiang used a handkerchief to wipe Qiuli.

Qiu Li: “…”

OK, maybe the little lady is not that calm yet.

Gu Xiang coughed twice, blinked, and saw Qiuli, Cherry, and the proprietress who was holding a teapot, turning to look at her.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xiang was silent for a while and rolled his eyes. Amnesia can be encountered at will in reality?

Valley

Considering that she might be wearing this book...

Well, she still couldn't imagine the Duke An Guo's memory loss.

Gu Xiang smiled, and didn't think about it anymore, and just smiled and said, "Try the rice dumplings?"

Dragon Boat Festival is coming.

In recent days, every restaurant on the street has begun to launch zongzi. Gu Xiang has a lot of things recently. Before he could think about zongzi, he counted the work at hand today.

The ingredients of Bobo meat, from light to heavy flavors, have prepared four flavors, each of which is more than 200 packs. The little chefs are also very skilled in controlling the heat.

Her house is a good and cheap meat, and it only uses a seasoning skill. As long as the ingredients are packaged, the little chefs can make it.

Gu Xiang doesn't make the barbecue at night now, and also provides various sauces and dips that she adjusts and matches. If diners run into her to make barbecue, it will be a good thing worth calling friends to get drunk.

Although the workload has been greatly reduced, the food orders have not been reduced, and it has increased slightly.

Gu Xiang can live to the age of twenty-five, and now that the system has disappeared, her life span is at the end of her 25th, at least not considered premature death.

At this time, there are very few women who can live to thirty years old, even those noble families, and only two or three of them can survive the difficulties again and again, and can survive to the thirty years old.

Of course Gu Xiang was not satisfied. She was terrible now. At least she had to live until no matter how much food was saved, she could not afford to consume it. She would have a good life.

Since he had free time, Gu Xiang was shopping leisurely while studying how to make rice dumplings to suit the tastes of Beijing diners.

The so-called sweet, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty people have preferences for the tastes of the people in every place, and it is difficult to adjust the tastes of everyone. Gu Xiang has never had the minor problems of the famous chefs. If she insists on it, she likes to adjust the tastes of her own dishes according to the tastes of diners.

Tofu brains are both salty and sweet.

Of course, rice dumplings can be salty or sweet.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the wind is getting hot. The heat waves roll over and make people's scalp hurt.

Gu Xiang changed into cool clothes and coarse cloth, and bought a straw hat from the side of the road. He looked around and saw that it was hot, and there were more pedestrians on the side of the road, and there were also many stalls, including snacks, gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin clothes, toys, and even pet toys.

As he walked along the way, listening to everyone singing and shouting, Gu Xiang looked at it at first sight, even a vendor on the side of the road was full of energy, and his shouting was like singing, as if he could chant fresh lyrics and music at any time.

Gu Xiang patted her chest. Fortunately, when she attended the banquet, the noble daughters asked Zhao Susu and Xueying to give her countless glances at her. Otherwise, if she really took her to play with poetry, lyrics and songs, she would instantly expose her attributes, which would be a bit embarrassing.

"Little lady, over there, over there, lend me the Snow Eagle to the envoy."

Gu Xiang was staring at a few stalls selling salted egg dumplings by the roadside, and Qiu Li grabbed her and her voice floated.

Follow Qiuli's gaze and saw someone rushing around.

There are a wide variety of jewelry, toys and ornaments on the ground beside the road. I dare not say that everything is precious, but every piece is very exquisite and if you don’t sell it, you will have to be shut down.

People in the capital like to keep a pass, and at this time there were many people surrounding the stall. Gu Xiang was pulled over by Qiuli, and saw a hawker hanging a disc on the platform, with all kinds of things painted on it, including animals, flowers and trees. The smallest of them was orchids. The hawker would turn the disc and ask the guests to throw them away with small darts. Anyone who could get the orchids could get the most expensive bead crown on the stall.
Chapter completed!