The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1083 If I win, I'll treat you to scallion rolls

Hongque left the paper behind and went back to the cabin.

Ma Chuyang took it and took a look. He was shocked and shook his head. "Spring is just right when the red magpies fly... Who spread the rouge evenly on the draft... Don't let the green plums grow small... They will complement each other year after year."

After he finished reading, he reached out and pulled Tang Xinghe's face, then circled around him several times.

"What?" Tang Xinghe blushed.

"I just want to see if this is a fake Tang Xinghe." Ma Chuyang rolled his eyes to the sky, "Shangxie! Did you write this?"

"No, it was written by Old Huang." Tang Xinghe snatched the paper from Ma Chuyang's hand and hid it in his arms.

"Which Old Huang?" Ma Chuyang couldn't remember for a moment.

"Star Moon Warlock Huang Xingyue."

"Oh! Oh! Oh... Tsk, I'm not saying anything bad about you. This route clearly isn't suitable for you, my brother. Even if you want to give these words to Little Red Magpie, you should at least copy them yourself. The paper is already crumpled like this, and you're still giving it back to her. You have no sincerity at all."

Of course, copying it myself wouldn't be appropriate either. After all, Tang Xinghe's poor handwriting didn't suit the poem, and it ruined the mood.

"I didn't want to give it to her." Tang Xinghe suddenly had a brain storm and gave it to her without knowing why.

Perhaps he was desperate and wanted to try everything. He had really tried many methods over the years, but nothing worked.

He was at his wit's end.

"Tsk, you're going to go far away instead of near! My brother, you're going to go far away instead of near." Ma Chuyang was heartbroken. He pulled Tang Xinghe to find Cen Yuan and shouted from a distance, "Cousin-in-law, cousin-in-law..."

The word "cousin-in-law" almost brought the time back to more than ten years ago.

At that time, Cen Yuan was still an unknown guard in the Marquis's mansion... But even though he was a guard, he quickly became a teacher at Yunqi Academy.

When getting on the boat, Shi Anxia said that there is no hierarchy on the boat, only seniority.

So there is no sir here, no emperor, only "cousin-in-law".

At this time, Cen Yuan was fighting with Xiao Yunde on the chess board.

Ma Chuyang stepped forward and hooked his arm around Cen Yuan's shoulders, grinning playfully, "Cousin-in-law, would you like to spar with me?"

Cen Yuan raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Are you looking for a fight?"

Xiao Yunde was about to lose, so he immediately turned the game over and said, "It's a draw, we'll play again next time."

Cen Yuan: "..."

How shameless!

Xiao Yunde had no shame in playing dirty, and laughed, "Come on, let's watch you guys spar."

Cen Yuan suddenly launched a sneak attack on Xiao Yunde.

Xiao Yunde was shocked and leaned back instinctively.

Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang attacked Cen Yuan at the same time in tacit understanding.

In an instant, the three of them were entangled in a ball.

This was a habit they developed when they were at Yunqi Academy.

Sometimes Cen Yuan would suddenly launch an attack while teaching.

At that time, everyone was staring in a daze, shrinking in fear and holding back their hands and feet.

Cen Yuan would then start scolding him, "If an assassin came, would you wait for him to reveal his identity before taking action?"

Therefore, everyone developed a habit of just beating him and talking about it later.

Xiao Yunde also joined the battle, forming a three-on-one situation.

The four men were originally fighting in the cabin, and the fight spread to the deck, alarming everyone on the ship.

Those who were drinking tea and chatting, those who were sleeping in the cabin, those who were embroidering, and those who were sad about the passing of time were all attracted to the deck.

After all, it is the first time in the world to see two retired emperors and two generals fighting at the same time.

The spring sunshine is warm and not too strong.

The golden light shines on everyone, making them look golden.

In Tang Chujun's eyes, Xiao Yunde was still as graceful as ever, except that his moves were a little slower.

Tang Chujun was delighted to see this.

The beautiful women knew what Tang Chujun was thinking and started to joke with him.

She smiled and spoke softly.

When those people attacked each other, they deliberately held back their strength, but their postures were full and their moves were fancy, which was really dazzling.

Hong Que suddenly shouted from the crowd, "Master Xinghe, if you win, I'll treat you to scallion rolls!"

When this voice came out, it was like a thunderclap in the silence.

Tang Xinghe paused, a huge warmth surged in his chest, his eyes were watery, but he smiled and turned his head to answer, "Okay. I want to eat ten!"

There was a clear choke in his voice... He had been waiting for these words for more than ten years.

Hong Que's cry seemed a bit strange, and he was stunned after it came out.

She didn't mean to shout.

Perhaps it was the saying, "Spring is at its peak when the magpies fly"... She was not young anymore, and had already wasted half her life. If she continued to procrastinate, the other half would be gone.

Or maybe it was the memory that came back, the habit was too scary.

That's how I stood by and watched every day, trying my best to encourage the students.

But she couldn't help but give him a special meal every time, "Master Xinghe, if you win, I'll make you scallion rolls!"

"Master Xinghe, if I win, I'll buy you a crystal bag!"

"I don't want crystal buns, I want scallion rolls." To prove it, he ate ten in one go to show her.

Later, Hong Que heard Ma Chuyang ask Tang Xinghe, "Don't you like crystal buns? Why do you have to eat scallion rolls?"

"You have to go out and spend money to buy crystal buns, but you can make scallion rolls yourself." Tang Xinghe is such a carefree person, but he could think of this.

The little maid Hongque was poor, and he was reluctant to let her spend more money on him.

……

It turned out that the things she had deliberately forgotten had already been etched into her bones. Hong Que's throat choked slightly, and her eyes couldn't help but tear up again.

This day is the home of scallion rolls.

Chef Hongque was not good at cooking, and scallion rolls were the only snack she could make.

It is not easy to make scallion rolls. It takes at least four hours for the dough to rise through the process of “three kneading and three letting”.

Dissolve the flour in warm water and stir in fermented glutinous rice. Knead thoroughly, cover with a damp cloth, and place in a place where the stove is still warm. Knead once every hour for a total of three times.

If the dough is not kneaded properly, the steamed buns will not be soft and will lose their texture.

Tang Xinghe, who had just finished bathing, entered the kitchen of the ship and said, "I'll knead the dough."

"No need for you," Hong Que buried her head in kneading the dough, her fair fingers sinking deeply into the dough, "Go eat something else first, it's still early for the scallion rolls."

Tang Xinghe didn't leave. He washed his hands carefully again, pushed her aside, took the basin, and with a flip of his wrist, the dough made a dull "pop" sound on the chopping board.

His technique was surprisingly skillful.

The red magpie was surprised.

He seemed to know what she was thinking. "I like this. I learned to make it myself when I was in Gongcheng."

During the days when she was distant from him, he learned how to make scallion rolls.

Tang Xinghe kneaded the dough evenly with great strength. Hong Que felt that this time's scallion rolls could be made extra soft just by looking at them.

He kneaded the dough and she made scallion oil.

There was silence between the two, but no awkwardness.

The silence speaks.

He had finished kneading the dough and was about to go to the stove with the basin in hand. She also turned around to get the pepper powder.

Tang Xinghe was startled and quickly raised the basin, not daring to move.

Hong Que's forehead slammed into his chest again. This was the second time that day.