As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the matrons of various mansions begin to prepare New Year's goods, and Sibeile Mansion is no exception.
Qing Yan has drawn up a list to start preparations for the mansion's purchases.
This year, there are only two masters in the mansion, Yin and Qingyan, so there is no need to prepare too many things.
From the first to the fifth day of the lunar month, both Yin and Qingyan are not in the mansion.
In addition to rewarding Yin with the banner manager, he also has to prepare for her return. door gift.
After the preparations were completed, the mansion began to clean up before the New Year.
From the master to the slaves, everyone was busy.
The small kitchen even began to make Qing Yan's favorite milk cakes in various shapes, as well as some candies suitable for the New Year.
Later, when Yin returned home, she found a lot of candies on the Qingyan table.
She was wearing a pink-blue palace dress and had her hair combed twice.
The earth dragon was lit in the hall, and some of her special lemon fragrance was put on the charcoal.
With the rising smoke, there was only a faint smell of lemon.
All the incense placed in Dilong is made by Qing Yan himself, and strict precautions are taken to prevent anyone from tampering with the incense.
"Hey, all the New Year candies are here."
Yin changed out of his court clothes and put on regular clothes.
He looked at Xiaoguai sitting cross-legged on the soft couch.
There were several plates of candies on the Kang table.
These were specially made by the small kitchen.
Prepared for Xiaoguai.
"On April 4th, it's the Chinese New Year."
Qing Yan jumped off the couch happily.
Only at this time of the year can he have the opportunity to relax.
There was a ten-day break during the Chinese New Year.
Even though it was freezing outside, Qing Yan was still very happy inside.
Yin pursed her lips and smiled.
Xiaoguai is still young.
Since she got married, she has grown taller and her chest has become more bulging.
The court clothes that were custom-made for Xiaoguai have been remade.
"Does it taste good?"
Yin looked at those milk cakes and then at Qing Yan's breasts, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Qing Yan looked up just in time to see his darkened eyes, and felt warm in her heart.
"It's from the small kitchen, do you want to try it?"
Qing Yan took a milk cake and put it to his mouth, letting him taste it, "I taste it and it's almost the same as the one made in the Imperial Kitchen."
Her firm eyes made him relax completely, and he ate the piece of candy.
Sure enough, the taste was very similar to the one he ate when he was young.
"I like it very much."
Yin only tasted one piece and was satisfied.
He didn't like those sweet and greasy things.
"Yes, I like it very much.
Don't you think it's delicious?"
Qing Yan took another piece.
"My dear, we are going to worship our ancestors soon.
You need to know the size of your court clothes."
Yin's little eyes glanced at her chest.
嘤嘤嘤 Qing Yan was stunned, he was too venomous, but he had made three sets of court uniforms this year, which was indeed a lot.
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"snort" Qing Yan got up and went to the desk, then took a storybook back.
He sat in Xiaoguai's seat and looked through the mansion's account book, which recorded the mansion's expenses item by item.
Each expenditure was much less than before.
He had also seen the account books of his elder brother's office before.
The account books at that time were very messy and there was basically not much room for corruption.
"Si Si, this year, we will give heavier rewards to the people below, what do you think?"
Qing Yan held his shoulders.
Yin raised his eyebrows.
If the slaves were given more rewards, they would also increase their appetites.
"No, I'll let Su Peisheng go and reward him personally.
Don't do anything, you know?"
Yin understood that Xiaoguai was still good to his servants.
In case, someone took this opportunity to embarrass Xiaoguai.
The slaves are always the big fish eating the small shrimps.
Qingyan will definitely hand over the things to the supervisor above.
If he doesn't keep an eye on them personally, there will definitely be mistakes.
Um Qingyan was stunned, Fei Yanggu came forward in person "Sisi, you're right?"
Su Peisheng is Yin's personal manager.
Isn't it too embarrassing for him to have to step in for such a trivial matter?
He shook his head.
Su Lan's status was not as good as that of Su Peisheng.
In addition, the guards of the mansion were personally dispatched, so there should be no tampering.
"Shouldn't this be my business?"
Qing Yan said strangely.
"Everything is ready" Yin asked, and couldn't help but recall last year, when Xiaoguai handled the New Year's Eve matters as Fujin for the first time.
At that time, they were still living with their elder brother in the palace, and E Niang secretly helped prevent Qing Yan from making the same mistake again.
From the Yin Genjue Luo family to the Dong E family, every direct descendant of Fujin would make a joke when they came to deal with New Year affairs for the first time, but the Qingyan was solved smoothly.
"Of course, I was a little busy last year, but it won't happen this year," Qing Yan replied with a smile.
This year, she prepared in advance and almost opened the sunroof last year.
He looked suspicious.
At the beginning, the Crown Princess had been busy in Yuqing Palace for two years, and Xiao Guai was considered relatively capable.
"Si Si, why should we pay tribute to longevity peaches this year?"
Qing Yan discovered that Yin had added sixty-six more longevity peaches to the tribute to Cining Palace.
"Starting from this year, all the brothers will pay tribute to longevity peaches.
The Queen Mother is older, which can be considered to add some joy."
Yin explained that as the Queen Mother passes 66 years old, as she grows older, Continuously increase the number of longevity peaches.
For the Qing Banquet, all these birthday peaches were made the day before, and the small kitchen prepared New Year items.
"Yes, I remember."
Qing Yan said with a flat mouth.
Originally, she should have taken care of these things, and Yin had to devote more energy to paying attention to the things in the backyard.
Yin rubbed his hair, the little girl was still young.
"My dear, are you ready to be the mother-in-law?"
Yin was a little worried about the election.
They had been married for two years and still had no children.
Although the censors often said this, in order to let Xiaoguai escape from this topic, Yin had to break his previous plan and have the child in advance.
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"Four-Four" Qingyan nodded.
She looked at Songkri Yierha's appearance and was looking forward to having a child.
That’s all Yinsong sighed, Qing Yan must like children, otherwise, she would not be so kind to Songli Yierha.
"Ready" Yin hugged Qing Yan's waist.
Qingyan put her arms around his neck and rubbed her little face against the side of his face, like a kitten.
"Xiao Guai, if you want to, we can wait for a while."
Yin patted her back and asked her to calm down first.
She pouted her little mouth and climbed down next to him with a look of displeasure on her face.
They haven't even eaten dinner yet, and he doesn't want outsiders to say that Xiaoguai is disrespectful.
"Si Si, let's eat first.
The daily hot pot is the best at this time."
Qing Yan clapped his little hands and said happily.
Qingyan specially prepared spicy hot pot.
At this time, it is best to eat more spicy food.
In the winter, I used spicy hot pot and I was immediately covered in hot sweat.
After using it, I felt absolutely comfortable.
Dinner was served, with a red pot on the bottom.
The table was full of Qingyan’s favorites, three-month-old veal slices and four-month-old lamb slices.
There were also some Qingyan people who specially asked people to use the greenhouse.
The green vegetables grown are, at least, not like before.
Apart from cabbage and vermicelli, there is nothing else.
A few years ago, the Qing banquet was spent in winter, and everyone looked at the dishes with a look of despair
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