The Young Master of the Chamberlain's Family

Chapter 48 Cold Noodles

It has been hot for nearly two months, and the long-awaited rain finally fell with great force one afternoon.

There was no one in the Zheng Mansion today. After Zheng Qingyan came out of the martial arts school in the morning, he thought for a while and went directly to the Xu Mansion. He happened to meet an old lady selling flowers on the way.

The lotus flowers in Grandma's bamboo basket are delicate and in bud, with a few drops of crystal dew on the petal tips. As Grandma walks around, it rolls down the soft petals to the stem.

"Young man, do you want to buy flowers?" The flower seller asked with a smile when she saw the handsome young man on the roadside looking over.

Zheng Qingyan gently touched the unopened flower buds and nodded: "Grandma, I want all of your basket of flowers."

There were a lot of flowers, and the flower seller gave them to Zheng Qingyan along with the flower basket. When she saw the brother in front of her, her eyes were full of smiles, and she asked kindly: "Young man is going to see your sweetheart."

Zheng Qingyan's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the kind and gentle grandma in front of him. He blinked and said a little shyly, "Yes."

When he arrived at the Xu Mansion carrying a basket of flowers, Xu Anheng was painting in the courtyard. Zheng Qingyan waved his hand gently, telling the servants not to disturb him. He found a flat pottery basin and started to arrange the flowers in his hands.

Xu Anheng finished applying the last stroke of color and nodded with satisfaction. After the paint dried, he admired it by himself, then carefully rolled up the Qingyan flower appreciation painting and put it away in the compartment. Unexpectedly, when it came out, Suddenly, the person who was in the painting just now is now in front of him, and he is also admiring the flowers. However, what he is admiring in the painting is the blue and white hydrangea in the courtyard, and what he is caressing now is the red lotus in the bowl.

"Why are you here so early today?" Xu Anheng was stunned for a moment in surprise, and the next moment he sat down next to Zheng Qingyan, picking up a red lotus on the table and gently rubbing his sweetheart's cheek.

His cheeks were itchy from the petals. Zheng Qingyan smiled and patted Xu Anheng's hand. He took the flower branch and looked for the right direction to insert it into the pottery pot: "My parents went out today. I was too lazy to go home, so I came here directly. I happened to meet an old lady who was buying flowers on the road. Seeing that the flowers were blooming well, I bought them all.”

Zheng Qingyan was very serious about arranging flowers, so Xu Anheng stopped talking to him and just sat aside and handed the scissors to him.

Lotus flowers are all buds, which are too single when inserted in a pot. Zheng Qingyan took a flower, gently tapped the flower head to loosen the petals, and then inserted his fingers from the loose flower head to peel off the petals layer by layer. Open it, and finally straighten the opened red lotus with your hands and insert it into the basin.

Xu Anheng watched it with great interest, and also imitated Zheng Qingyan's method of arranging the petals. Although his technique was not as skillful as Zheng Qingyan's, the flower he finally got was pretty decent.

After finally fiddling with the direction of the lotus, Zheng Qingyan leaned back, took a closer look at the bonsai he had inserted, turned around and asked, "Does it look good?"

Xu Anheng was naturally very complimentary, praising the potted flower to the heavens and the earth for its omnipotence. If Zheng Qingyan hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted everyone in the courtyard to come and see it, and then let them all talk about their own. Thoughts.