Mistakes in the Best Date: Princess Qingcheng

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The following days are still as dull as water, and the end of the year will soon be approaching.

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the snow fell heavily, and the entire capital was covered in a world covered in silver. The Prime Minister's Mansion was no exception, and Wenxiao Lake was also covered with a thick layer of ice.

Han Yan pushed open the door of Piaoxue Garden early in the morning, followed by a little girl holding a stack of skirts.

"It's cold, I don't even want to go out." He said to Luo'er who was sitting by the fireside while taking off his thick cloak.

Piao Luo glanced at him lightly: "Then what are you doing here?"

"It's not for you!" He walked to the stove and sat down, then reached out and shook her hand, wondering: "Why are your hands still so cold while sitting by the stove?"

Piaoluo withdrew her hand and said, "It's a cold day, what's so strange about cold hands?"

Han Yan called the maid, pointed to the skirt she was holding in her hand, and said, "The silks and satins sent by someone before my grandfather are all newly produced by the best silk and satin houses in the south of the Yangtze River. I gave you some horses and made some new clothes. How about it, brother, will I love you?"

Piao Luo just glanced at it: "Then thank you, Master Six, for your pity."

Han Yan was dissatisfied and said: "I've put in so much effort, you just react like this!"

"It was your idea?"

Han Yan was caught by this question on the spot, touched her head after a while, and said with a smirk: "Hehe, it was actually Dad's order! But I have worked very hard, and I will take care of the rest!" He hurriedly claimed credit.

Piao Luo gave him a helpless look.

He sighed a long time, and expressed regret: "Really, what are you doing so smart? A woman's lack of talent is virtue! I told you not to read so many books! Now I tell a little lie and you will expose me. How will you mess around in the future!"

"If you want to hang out, you can hang out elsewhere. Forgive me for not entertaining you here."

"Oh, I'm going to hang out with you today! You have to take care of the meal for me today! I want to see how delicious your food is, so I won't even eat in the front hall when you're old!" Han Yan Said shaking his head.

When it was time for lunch, Han Yan was dumbfounded.

There are only four simple dishes and one soup on the table, and they are all vegetables, tofu and the like.

Luo'er glanced at him: "Sit down, aren't you hungry?" After finishing speaking, he picked up his rice bowl and began to cook rice silently.

Han Yan sat down reluctantly, and said, "Why, just eat these?"

"That's all I have here, but I can't entertain Sixth Young Master well!"

"That's not what I meant." Han Yan's expression suddenly became serious, he stared at his thin cheeks, and said, "No wonder you are so thin, and you eat so simply every day."

Piao Luo suddenly stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and said: "Sometimes, a simple meal may not be a blessing."

Han Yan stretched out her hand distressedly, rubbed her head habitually, and said, "Fortunately, you still have to eat simple food, and if you don't eat the fireworks in the world, it will be miserable."

Piaoluo smiled lightly and didn't speak.

Han Yan suddenly picked up the rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and started chewing, muttering while eating: "Okay, I will come to accompany you every day for simple tea and light meals!"

"I don't dare. I can't afford to hurt the sixth son if I suffer." Piao Luo already smiled slightly.

"What are you talking about!" Han Yan's eyes widened, she patted her chest and said, "You, a little girl, can bear it, but I, an imposing seven-foot man, can't bear it?"

Seeing his serious expression, Piao Luo finally showed a long-lost smile.

Seeing her laughing, Han Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed too.

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