The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Wang Yanqing put the fish into the pot, fry it slightly, then took it out and transferred it to the casserole. Lu Heng stood by, handing her the ingredients she needed, and finally adding water and covering the casserole. Lu Heng looked at it and was very surprised: "Is this all right?"

"Yes." Wang Yanqing said, "Just wait until it slowly boils into white."

Lu Heng thought for a while, and said after a while, "I don't think the errand of Supervisor Shang Shan is that difficult."

"Three meals a day may seem simple, but it's easy to cook, but difficult to eat well. The meals in the palace look like vegetarian dishes, but they are actually very labor-intensive. Those who are not experts in this way can't make them." Wang Yanqing glanced at Lu Heng lightly, "Besides, even if you have learned it, can you still go and rob the Shangshan Supervisor?"

Lu Heng gave her a fixed look, nodded and smiled, and said very kindly: "You are getting more and more courageous. Do you think I can't treat you in the kitchen?"

"You said it first!"

Wang Yanqing was really afraid of what the lunatic Lu Heng would do. She quickly ran to the other side, picked up the dough and said, "Don't make trouble, it's time to make dumplings."

The dough has been kneaded in advance, the various fillings have been prepared, they just need to make the finished product. After all, the kitchen was a public area, and Lu Heng couldn't really do anything to her. Lu Heng kindly helped Wang Yanqing put it on the account, walked over to her, and asked patiently, "What is this for?"

Lu Heng's voice was calm, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Wang Yanqing just thought that Lu Heng was joking just now, and he started another topic to mean turning the page. Wang Yanqing spread the filling on the dough, tightened the edges with slender fingers, and showed it to Lu Heng carefully: "Like this."

Lu Heng nodded and said, "Qingqing's fingers are so beautiful."

Wang Yanqing glared at him angrily: "Don't make trouble, it's time to delay dinner." Yi Hua

"I'm serious." Lu Heng took the dumplings from Wang Yanqing's palm, put them on the cutting board next to them, and held Wang Yanqing's hand to take a closer look. Wang Yanqing's hands are really good-looking, because he practiced martial arts when he was a child, his fingers are slender and powerful, and they are very beautiful in texture.

Lu Heng once admired these hands, but it was no different from appreciating Jingdezhen porcelain and Nanjing embroidery. Today, her hands were dipped in flour and she carefully squeezed the dumpling wrappers. This scene was neither perfect nor elegant, but it touched him more than any artwork Lu Heng had seen before.

It was as if the stars fell into his arms, tainted with human fireworks, and became real and warm. For the first time, he felt that there was a smell of New Year and family around him. Even the gorgeous palace banquet, the endless crowd of New Year's greetings, and the bustling and lively streets had never given him such a feeling.

No matter where he was, he was always observing the clues around him and being alert to possible dangers. Only she, who had flour on her hands and cooked the New Year's Eve dinner by herself, could make him feel at ease.

The two of them worked one by one and the other made dumplings. They helped each other deliver things. They stumbled and wrapped up a plate of dumplings. There was no ground dragon in the kitchen, Wang Yanqing stood for a long time, and his legs gradually became uncomfortable. She resisted, but she couldn't help shifting her weight back and forth while standing. Lu Heng quickly realized that something was wrong with Wang Yanqing, and then looked at her unnatural stance, and immediately guessed what was wrong.

Lu Heng asked, "Does your leg hurt again?"

She proposed to cook, but as a result, her legs hurt after standing in the kitchen for a while, which was too much. This pain can be endured, Wang Yanqing shook his head and said that he was fine.

How could Lu Heng not be able to tell the truth. Cooking for the two of them is fun, and they can have fun. If it makes her feel uncomfortable, it will put the cart before the horse. Lu Heng asked the cook to come in and leave the rest to the cook. Wang Yanqing felt sorry: "We've agreed to come, but now we're going to bother the kitchen halfway through the tossing..."

"It's just as good as you want, your body is the most important thing." Lu Heng insisted, and said, "Let's go, let's go back to the room."

Seeing this, the people in the kitchen quickly persuaded them. Wang Yanqing and Lu Heng couldn't help them save trouble at all in the kitchen. Instead, they were frightened. They might as well cook this meal. Seeing that he couldn't resist, Wang Yanqing gave the rest of the dishes to the kitchen, and returned to the room with Lu Heng.

Wang Yanqing's leg pain is an old problem. The weather is cold, rainy, and cháo wet. Her calf bones ache a little bit when the weather changes. Lu Heng knew about her problem for a long time, but it was an old disease, and even Lang Zhong couldn't prescribe medicine, so he could only ask them to take care of them more often.

Wang Yanqing was fine when she was walking, but when she returned to the room and sat down, the pain in her calf seemed to be more obvious. Lu Heng went into the room to get something, and Wang Yanqing took the opportunity to tap his calf secretly. She withdrew her hand as soon as she heard the footsteps, but Lu Heng still saw it. Lu Heng put the heater in her hand, reached out and lifted her leg, put it on his knee, and asked, "Does it hurt so bad?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Lu Heng sighed and kneaded slowly along her leg bones, also quite surprised: "You have more injuries than me."

Lu Heng's fingers were so strong that he could press the xué position every time, causing Wang Yanqing's calf to hurt and relax. Now that she is used to this level of physical contact, she slowly leaned on Luohan's bed and said, "This is a good thing. If I can change my brother without pain, I would rather have more pain on my body."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lu Heng squeezed her well-proportioned straight calf and said, "It is said that good people don't live long, and disasters live for a thousand years. I don't dare to think about it for a thousand years, but you have to accompany me for a hundred years. I'm still fine, You must not fall into the root of the disease."