I raised a husband in ancient times

Some time after the incident, the number of people in their restaurant dropped sharply, which obviously had a big impact on their restaurant. However, it is not a good thing that the star picking wine became popular overnight, and it needs time to settle.

Since Lu Yiming made the wine making public that day, many people went home to try it out, but it still takes time to brew it successfully.

But shopkeeper Sun, the Song family took action at this time, personally arrested and sent him to the Yamen, with evidence of previous greed for money.

However, he has also become the scapegoat of those wine merchants, and even he himself does not know how many hands are behind this matter.

When Lu Yiming heard this, he just laughed it off. Is Song Qing trying to test him, or is he trying to take this opportunity to make himself owe the other party a favor?

People who have been in the officialdom for a long time are indeed like cunning foxes, every step has a deep meaning.

But those who want to pull the Star Picking Wine out of the wine jar, who will be hit in the face by then, he will wait and see.

Leaving these irrelevant things behind, Lu Yiming's only concern now is his husband.

Looking at the little Xingxing with a big belly, he suspected that the little corn inside burst Fu Lang's stomach.

Lu Yiming poked Little Xingxing's rounder belly earnestly, and put his ear on it: "Thanks for your hard work, Husband."

If someone had told him a year ago that there would be a son-in-law and a baby for you, Lu Yiming would have given him all his brains.

Make a draft before making a joke, and don't make a real joke.

But he can't laugh now, after all, it really exists, and he didn't have the thunderbolt when he first heard that men can have children. He completely accepts this new gender and lifestyle, especially when he has such a lovely husband. After that, twelve hours a day, I sighed all the time, my husband is so kind.

Pei Xing lowered his head, staring at her husband's scattered hair, his fingers ready to move.

want to touch.

Like the husband touching his head, he also wants to try.

A soft hand attached to Lu Yiming's head, stroking back and forth gently, as if treating a work of art, reluctant to touch him.

It's comfortable and... itchy.

Lu Yiming raised his head slowly from his pregnant belly, and caught a glimpse of someone's hands turned away, as well as a pair of innocent small eyes, the eyes were wandering, but he didn't dare to look at him.

Didn't you just touch your head? Why do you look like you've done something bad?

Amused in his heart, he stretched out his right hand towards him, but the man shrank his neck, closed his eyes tightly, and moved his little head forward secretly.

Lu Yiming paused with his hand extended to the top of his hair, then wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead: "But it's hot?"

"No, not hot."

That's what he said, but Lu Yiming noticed that there were also tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. He stood up and put his big palm on his back, and his hand was already sweating.

"Go into the house, it's time for heatstroke in a while."

June and July are the hottest months. They get up early, and they have only been outdoors for a while, and they can already feel the raging heat.

At this time, I kind of miss the days when I squatted in the air conditioner and ate watermelon.

"What is your husband doing?"

Seeing that Lu Yiming went out for a trip and brought back a big bag of saltpeter, Pei Xing was very puzzled.

Lu Yiming was busy with the things in his hands, and took the time to reply: "The weather is too hot, and it is easy to suffer from heat stroke. I will make some ice to cool the room."

He went to several pharmacies to piece together this. The thing about the ancient gunpowder that saltpeter is related to is rarely circulated in the folk market.

He placed the small basin filled with cold boiled water in the center of the large basin, filled other parts of the large basin with saltpeter, and then poured raw water. The saltpeter dissolves in water to absorb heat. Using this principle, the cold boiled water in the small basin can be freeze.

In the process of making ice with saltpeter, the temperature in the room will also be significantly cooler.

Pei Xing sat on a small chair to observe this strange phenomenon, while Lu Yiming went out to the fruit field.

bang bang bang-

Lu Yiming knocked on those watermelons, picked a watermelon with deep lines and sounded obviously ripe, washed it, scooped out the pulp inside, and removed the seeds for later use.

Seeing Lu Yiming return to the house, Pei Xing excitedly waved at him: "Husband! Husband! There is really ice, it's cool!"

The latter looked at his dancing, picked up a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth, completely calming people down.

Few people in ordinary households know about the technology of making ice with saltpeter, and it is basically in the hands of merchants and high-ranking officials and nobles, which can be regarded as a monopoly.

What's more, saltpeter is not cheap. Summer is only two months, and it will pass after a while. Ordinary people may not be willing to spend this money. If it is really hot, you can buy it in teahouses and wine shops on the street. It costs three barrels for one penny. , it's cheap.

Pregnant women should not eat too much ice, so Lu Yiming only dared to add three small ice cubes to the stone mortar, add some more watermelon flesh, and ask Xiao Miao to help quickly stir it into ice.

[I used to call someone Xiao Tiantian when I was saving people, but now I call someone a blender when it's useless. It's too difficult to make vines. 】

Lu Yiming ignored Xiao Miao's actor, but Pei Xing opened his eyes and moved to the stone mortar a little bit, watching Xiao Miao's nondescript "dancing" there.

[Little Xingxing, look at me!look at me! 】

Seeing that Pei Xing was attracted by it, it twisted even harder. If Xiao Miao was a person, he would definitely be able to rank as the prince of the nightclub.

Hearing the feedback from the branch, Lu Yiming cast a glance at it. From his point of view, the figure that Xiao Miao thought was graceful was weird and funny, like a tornado roaring there.

Unlike Lu Yiming who was disgusted, Pei Xing was very curious to see him so close for the first time.

Ever since her husband told him about the special features of Miao Miao, he has not actually seen Miao Miao's abilities. His impression of Miao Miao is still the time when Miao Miao helped him delay the day when he was kidnapped. On his hand, he hadn't seen its clear appearance in the daytime.

Little Xingxing turned his head and found that Lu Yiming was standing beside him unknowingly, and his heart that was a little scared just now calmed down.Looking at the young seedling that was still writhing ecstasy, he stretched out an index finger and lightly poked the leaves on top of it.

Xiao Miao stopped in an instant, shyly wrapped the vine around his index finger little by little, and even kissed him intimately, as if he would never let go of Xiao Xingxing.

Don't ask Lu Yiming how he saw that Xiao Miao was playing hooliganism, anyway, he just knew that it probably came from the sixth sense of his rival.

"Cough cough."

These two coughs made Xiaomiao tremble, and retreated instantly in a thunderous gesture, obedient on the surface, but cursed secretly in his heart.

Didn't he just touch Little Xingxing's finger... As for being so fierce?

Squeezing away Miao Miao who had grabbed all of Little Xingxing's attention just now, Lu Yiming scooped up a little smoothie with a spoon and handed it to Pei Xing, beckoning him to try it: "Do you think it's too cold?"

"Hiss—it's so cool!"

The person who said he was catching a cold closed his eyes tightly after eating the dessert, but the refreshing feeling on his face silently revealed that the smoothie taste fit the other person's taste.

Although the smoothie melted in his mouth, Pei Xing held it in his mouth for a while before he dared to swallow it.

"like?"

Pei Xing nodded quickly, but his eyes were fixed on the remaining watermelon smoothie in the stone mortar, obviously unable to move his eyes away.

Lu Yiming took another sip and handed it to his mouth. When he opened his mouth and was about to eat it, he put it in his own mouth, and pointed at Pei Xing's mouth and said, "Saliva is about to flow out."

Little Xingxing, who listened to her husband's words, instantly blushed her ears, and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, nothing.

He widened his eyes and looked at Lu Yiming angrily, the husband is lying!

Perhaps it was a letter sent by conscience, he scooped up some more and gave it to Pei Xing. The latter stared at his hand and hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to tell if he was teasing him again this time. Putting it in his mouth, he said vaguely, "It's so delicious!"

Before taking three bites, Lu Yiming stopped: "You can't eat too much cold food."

Thinking of the little corn in his belly, Pei Xing stretched his neck back and retracted, looking pitiful, but Lu Yiming would not back down on a matter of principle, it was for the sake of the other party's body.

"After the little corn comes out, I'll make it for Fu Lang to eat, how about it?"

Thinking about it, my husband can make ice, and he can make smoothie in any season, but he can bear it for more than two months.

He peeked at the watermelon smoothie in the husband's hand, and then peeked again, before he reluctantly lowered his head.

Out of sight, in peace of mind.

Lu Yiming divided the smoothie into two small bowls. Lu Yiming, who originally planned to go out to find Lu's father and Lu's mother, saw Lu An reading and practicing calligraphy when he passed by the study.

Seeing that it was Lu Yiming who entered the study room, Lu An was obviously very surprised. His hand shook and destroyed most of the copybooks he had written for a long time, but he had no time to take care of it. He got up in a panic and bowed to Lu Yiming: "Cousin."

Maybe it was because he was rejected at the first meeting, and he subconsciously felt that the other party was not easy to get along with, so when he was asked to face Lu Yiming alone, he would be unnaturally nervous.

What's more, this study room was originally used by his cousin, but now that his uncle asked him to study his homework here, he felt ashamed to occupy the other's place, and he didn't dare to look up at him.

I don't know if my cousin is here to drive him away.

Is he so scary?

Hearing this cautious call, Lu Yiming frowned, but didn't say anything, he just left a watermelon smoothie on his desk: "I made the dessert today, eat it before it melts. "

"what?"

Lu An obviously didn't react, he was stunned for a long time before he figured out that it was for him, but Lu Yiming who put down his things had already walked away.

Watching Lu Yiming disappear in the direction, he turned around and picked up the cool bowl on the table, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

"It's so cold..." Lu An recalled the taste in his mouth, and scooped up another large spoonful of smoothie, this time the action was obviously faster, "But it's delicious."

After eating the watermelon smoothie in twos and twos, there was not even a little ice left. Lu An looked at the bowl in his hand with complicated eyes.

Cousin seems... not as scary as I imagined.

Lu Yiming didn't care what Lu An thought of him, after he sent Lu's father and mother Lu's smoothies to relieve the heat, he made a big bowl under Little Xingxing's eyelids for his servants to share.

Such a hot weather is really uncomfortable, but eating something cooler will make you feel better.

"Little greedy cat, you can't eat it." Looking at the poor little Xingxing, he patted the other person's head, he couldn't bear it, "I'll go buy some tea and milk tomorrow and make you some caramel milk tea?"

A depressed rabbit's eyes lighted up instantly. Although he didn't know what this "milk tea" was, as long as it was made by her husband, it must be delicious!

After half an injection of incense, Pei Xing looked at the hotter day and muttered with his fingers. Only when Lu Yiming got closer did he hear what the man said:

I counted to one thousand and one, no...one thousand and two, why hasn't today passed...

The author has something to say: Help, my aunt has killed someone, the relative who will never be counted, it has come again, and I am gone.

Short and powerless, another chapter will be presented, wait for it to be updated, yesterday's computer, today's relatives, the stupid author has died.

(I seem to have discovered a big problem in writing articles. Cannon fodder is a little mentally retarded? Is it not fun to face? I will study hard in the next book. Thank you, friends, for not being disgusted all the way, I love you~)

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