A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After leaving with Luo Haihai, song QingHan didn't even think about it, so he walked directly in the direction of he Ning.

In fact, even if he didn't want to trouble Heling with this matter, he would also like to meet with he Ning to talk about the progress of mixed race children and triplets.

Although he Ning did not have real power in the half moon city, his status was there, and he also shouldered the fate of marriage. No matter which official he was, he had to give him some face. Otherwise, it would be hard to say how long the black hat would last.

After walking into the residence of he Ning, he can't help but smile when he sees he Ning lying in the hall separated by green gauze curtain, listening to songs and watching dancing.

If he and Ning are not familiar with each other, he may think that he Ning's behavior is no different from "the wine and meat stink in the Red Gate, and the road is frozen to death". However, because he knows the temperament of he Ning, he will only think that all these things are so normal.

If there is no such play, maybe the people who are freezing to death on the road are the actors in front of them.

When he saw him, he picked up his eyebrows and understated the way: "is it to return the gift?"

Song QingHan was stunned. He suddenly thought of the bag of fried snow lotus petals he had given him that day. He looked down at his empty hands, and felt that his face was a little feverish.

However, when he glanced at the steamed taro on the table of he Ning, his heart moved and suddenly asked, "has your highness ever eaten taro?"

He Ning thought carefully, shook his head gently, and said with a smile: "do you want to do it for me now?"

I don't know why, song QingHan always felt that he Ning's smile was a little narrow, but he still calmly said: "yes, your highness made me fresh food last time, and I have to make a fresh one for your highness, so it can be regarded as a return gift."

He Ning chuckled and waved his hand at will. He ordered, "go and help him prepare materials."

Song QingHan was not polite. He said all the things needed to make taro, and then sat down in front of Heling.

If it was another person, I'm afraid he would think that his behavior was a little rude, but he would rather not, this is probably the tacit understanding between them.

"Come on, I have something to ask of me."

When song QingHan was brewing his emotions, he Ning opened his mouth directly and said calmly, as if discussing today's weather.

Song QingHan touched his head in a bit of embarrassment, then relieved and chuckled: "you can see it again, but it's OK. I won't come."

After that, he said all the things he had done since he went back from he Ning. Seeing that he Ning's face became more and more dignified, as if he knew what he was thinking, he said directly: "don't worry, a trouble is really troublesome, but if there is more trouble, it will be nothing."

He Ning slowly raised the corner of his mouth, waved to the actors who were still singing and dancing, gently twisted his sleeves, and calmly said, "you can help yourself. Do you want to say that two troubles collide with each other and become a blessing?"

In fact, song QingHan said that he wanted to say "negative is positive" to he Ning before. He was worried that he Ning could not understand him. He had to explain, so he did not speak out. He did not expect that he Ning could guess his idea directly.

Seeing song QingHan eating shriveled, he Ning was like a child who succeeded in a prank. He chuckled and said, "OK, you can tell me, what's the matter?"

"In fact, I want to get into the logistics and go to the battlefield with Wu Dahu."

He said this idea very decisively. I don't know if he was afraid to say it late and he Ning changed his mind.

He Ning's action is a meal, slowly convergence on the face of the smile, light floating way: "this matter, with the previous two, it seems that there is no relationship, who told you to enter the logistics? Wu Dahu

Seeing that his tone was grim, song QingHan hesitated for a moment, but he was still honest: "Luo Haiyang said it, but I asked for it..."

I don't know why, he always feels like a child who has done something wrong and listens to the instruction of the head teacher.

Fortunately, the scene he imagined did not appear. He Ning thought for a moment and said, "OK, I'll send someone to arrange it right away."

It's strange to say that no matter how difficult it is, once he meets with he Ning, he will be solved immediately. At this moment, song QingHan feels that his previous worries are all for nothing.

"But, what I arrange, you have to do what you like. If you don't obey the arrangement, they will leave you on the way."

He Ning glanced at him faintly, and saw his eyes filled with excitement, as if on purpose, suddenly said such a word similar to pouring cold water.

However, song QingHan didn't feel that the request was too much, so he readily agreed to it.

"Yes! Don't worry, I will obey the order

As soon as his voice dropped, the servant moved the material for making taro and placed it gently in front of them. After the ceremony, he retreated.

Song QingHan solved a big problem. It was the time when he was in a good mood. He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. After washing his hands, he put the cut taro into a pot and fried it until it was golden. Then he took it out and put in some sugar and water. After the syrup was formed, he put the fried taro into the roll and put it into the plate after rolling out the silk.The white plate is in sharp contrast to the golden taro. The sugar thread is gently blown by the wind, which looks very attractive.

He Ning picked up the chopsticks and was about to taste it when he heard song QingHan stop saying: "no way! It's one step short! "

He curiously watched song QingHan pour out a bowl of boiled water, put it in the center of the table top, picked his eyebrows and said, "drink?"

Song QingHan chuckled, as if he was deliberately playing tricks. He picked up a taro grain with his chopsticks and put it into the boiled water for a circle before putting it into his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he saw a light in front of him and said, "yes."

He Ning wanted to say that if someone else tried to taste the delicious food in front of him, he was afraid that he would be beaten. However, he thought that even if he said it, song QingHan didn't necessarily remember it. He had to laugh and learn the appearance of song QingHan. He put taro grains into the water and rolled them into his mouth.

Syrup in the role of cold water has solidified, gently bite with teeth will be broken into slag, revealing the golden taro wrapped inside.

The soft and mellow taste of taro blooms on the tip of the tongue, mixed with fine sugar grains, which makes people feel that the sweeter the chewing, the more fragrant the chewing.

It's a snack or a dish, but the only thing that doesn't change is that it tastes good no matter how you eat it.

See and rather have a not a eat happy, song QingHan's face also showed the expression of relief.