Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

An's head turned to look at her daughter. After eating such a meal, she did not have any joy and satisfaction on her face, but she had a little heavy meaning in her eyes.

An Rushuang couldn't help but hesitated slightly. Although this was a question she asked her mother to ask, but looking at An's slightly dignified expression, her heart moved, and two speculations arose.

First, the mother has eaten this meal, but she has a mustard with this person. This was her first thought, but it was also the quickest to deny it. My mother has never been to this Shengdu, and Cheng Tsang said that

This Baiweizhai is his ancestor, and it must be two people who have no intersection.

Secondly, the mother has never eaten this meal, but just feels that the meal is very mouthful, so she wants to invite the cook to settle in.

But she couldn't explain why her mother looked so dignified.

Then he tentatively asked, "Doesn't the mother like this taste so much? Otherwise, I'll let the kitchenette change first?"

Anshi slowly shook her head and sipped a spoonful of ingot cups into her mouth. Her eyelashes were drooping and she didn't know what she was thinking. After a long while, she sighed, and a bit of a bitter smile came to her lips.

"The last time I ate this reunion cup was thirty years ago ..."

An Rushuang turned to look at her, wondering, "The chef said, this cup is called the ingot cup ..."

Anshi shook his head and said, "Stupid girl, this is a reunion cup, and this reunion cup is created by my grandfather ..."

She said suddenly, she was dumb, An Rushuang looked at her mother, and her heart was even more confused. The grandfather Zhang clan had once been the champion, but then gradually faded, but the shipbreaking still had three pounds.

In Mohe, everyone still counts. However, she had never heard of the fact that Zhang had even been a cook.

"Is the grandfather's family actually a cook? Never heard my mother say it?"

Anshi looked rather uneasy, and smiled reluctantly: "How come ... your grandparents are all scholars, gentlemen are far away from the kitchen, you must think more."

"But, mother said, this ingot cup was created by grandfather?"

Seeing An Rushuang's relentless pursuit, An's head was not painful, and he was distressed, so he heard the sound of Mozhu sounding outside.

"Mrs., Miss, cloth comes with cloth, and embroidery is here too, isn't it ..."

Mo Zhuben also wanted to ask if he would let cloth villages leave the cloths directly. Most of the officials chose this way, and left fashionable fabrics. They would come back in the evening to get the rest.

Selected.

But she didn't want to. The door creaked and was pushed open inside. The lady stood at the door and interrupted her: "Then invite Shaner to come, just because Shuanger is here, since everyone is here, all together

That's it. "

Mo Zhu took a moment to choke and responded crisply, supporting the little girl aside to call Miss Er, and went to the door of the main courtyard in person to let the cloth and embroidered mothers enter.

The food on the table had already been collected. An Rushuang still looked at the place where the ingot cup was just placed with doubt. This ingot cup must have something to do with her mother.

There is no mother-in-law, and the Zhang family should have inextricable relationships.

But how can a scholar's home be involved in a dish? The mother will still hide from her, weird, weird!

She was puzzled, but it didn't take long before she heard An Lingshan's voice outside.

"Saner meets his mother."

"Meet my wife in my body."

This man's legs and feet are fast.

An Rushuang could only put her doubts aside and set aside. After a while, she saw An Lingshan slowly enter the door. She was covered with white plum cicada, and a jade pinch was inserted between her hair.

With a docile appearance, Zhang was also on the side, watching it was quite stable.

Entered the door and saw An Rushuang, and saluted him again: "Sister is also here."

Zhang also laughed aside: "The young lady has been thin for the past two days ... Mrs. Has to take a good rest and take a look, look at this face, oh, how yellow it is, I often hear people say ...

... "

"Since it's here, choose the cloth."

An Rushuang interrupted her with a slight smile and turned her head to the cloth in front of her. There were many cloths sent by this cloth village, but the most strange thing was in front of her.

The cloth has a slight light shining on it, and if there are light waves flowing on it, the color and luster are different, and the beauty is beautiful, just like the water wave.

This cloth is the most beautiful one among them, and Zhang Shi naturally noticed that when his eyes were bright, he laughed mockingly: "Huh! Although water brocade is precious, it is spring day

What kind of fabrics are not available in the cloth? Do n’t you look down on our home? !! Take this out and make up. "

An Lingshan was always silent, but when she heard the words, her lips were slightly tilted, but they were retracted instantly. Emei slightly murmured softly: "So seriously, how can this cloth village be so ... mother

Don't be angry. "

The mother's call was naturally Anshi, Anshi could not help frowning. The cloth was out of fashion, and it was just not to choose. There was a batch of cloth to be returned to the left and right.

People did this, but she put her up. If she didn't deal with it, it would prove that she was weak. If she dealt with it, she would be hurt only by herself.

No matter how you choose, you are in a bad situation.

An Rushuang was also angry, but she was still, she raised her brows slightly and looked at the cloth in front of her eyes, her eyes moved in confusion, and she pinched the corner of the cloth and twisted it, but it was nothing like a cicada.

Thin, extremely thin and cool, not as thick as water waves, really amazing.

"This is the fabric I want to choose." She looked up at Zhang's head, her eyes were cold and sharp, and she said loudly, "Auntie Zhang, I respect you, and you must know who you are. Today,

/ You are uninvited, your mother does n’t say anything, you should be grateful to Dade, and you should be cautious, can you know what is wrong? "

Zhang's face turned red, and now she had to follow the theory of An Rushuang, but An Lingshan dragged her shirt. Then she blushed and gritted her teeth.

The difference became like this, but it was necessary to wear a spring shirt in the summer to prevent the cold. "

As soon as this word came out, a few embroidered women couldn't help but-was this lady Miss Jia really not well? Everyone knows that the water brocade is luxurious and beautiful, but it is heavier, but

Nowadays, even if I wear sweatshirts with cicada wings, how can anyone live in the water?

If the body is cold, it will be a disaster! Everyone looked different, but An Rushuang was still light and light, and they couldn't help but admire the women. Under such circumstances,

Don't forget to give her a set.

An's heart was in a hurry, and this one's gibberish. If this word spreads out, how can it be good for Shuanger to be sick? Then he quickly said, "Why is this cloth village

of……"

She wanted to push the matter to the cloth, and An Rushuang interrupted her with a slight smile: "Mother, this cloth is really what I want. However, isn't Aunt Zhang bored with time in the yard?

Too long, something went wrong with your eyes? Obviously it is a flowing cloud yarn, how can you be called a water brocade? "