The Farm Girl's Charismatic Fortune-Chapter 371 - 367: The Fear of a Flower’s Sudden Inspiration!

Chapter 371: Chapter 367: The Fear of a Flower’s Sudden Inspiration!

"Hmm, I’ve taken a look. You did a very good job, this is the best birthday gift I’ve received." He waited for her to tell him what was special about it since he couldn’t see it himself.

He complimented her casually.

"Of course, I put a lot of effort into it! I used twice as much heart." Ruo Xuan happily took back the clothes from his hand, folded them neatly, and placed them back into the wooden box, then stuffed it into her Qiankun Bag.

Xuanyuan Que began to feel an ominous premonition, "Why are you taking it back?"

Ruo Xuan replied, "I’ve given the gift, now I need to keep it for my dowry. Otherwise, I’d have to make another piece of clothing."

Having poured twice as much heart into it, of course, it should serve a dual purpose.

Xuanyuan Que: "..."

So his birthday gift this year was just a glance?

"What if you’re still not married next year?" he asked.

Ruo Xuan’s eyes lit up, "That would be great, wouldn’t it? Then I could give the same dress next year?"

Xuanyuan Que: "..." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Just go away!

He didn’t want to see her!

Last year, he had prepared sixteen birthday gifts for her. This year, on her seventeenth birthday, he had readied seventeen gifts. What about her?

Just the thought made him angry!

Naturally, the object of his anger wouldn’t just roll away, and Xuanyuan Que was so furious that he disappeared on the spot.

Ruo Xuan was dumbfounded; hadn’t the Divine Lord Xuanyuan given her his gift yet?

Why had he run off?

She hurried after him, knocking on the door.

Xuanyuan Que didn’t answer.

Outside the door, Ruo Xuan called, "Brother Xuanyuan, have you forgotten something?"

"Have I? What did I forget?"

Ruo Xuan insisted, "Where’s my birthday gift?"

Xuanyuan Que replied, "Your birthday gift is your bridal dress. You’ve already tried it on; no need to look again."

Ruo Xuan: "..."

Xuanyuan Que went on, "Right, next year’s birthday gift will also be a bridal dress."

Ruo Xuan: "..."

Ruo Xuan knocked on the door again, but the person inside didn’t respond.

Just then, Yan Jiaojiao arrived to give her a gift, so Ruo Xuan stopped bothering with him.

Ruo Xuan was open-minded; the gift she gave to the Divine Lord Xuanyuan was a piece of her dowry clothing, so the gift he gave her could also be a bridal dress.

She happily ran off to see what Yan Jiaojiao had brought her.

Just as Xuanyuan Que, who had decided he would open the door after the seventeenth knock, was about to do so: "..."

He had indeed overestimated the flower’s patience; she only knocked seven times!

And she still wanted a gift?

Absolutely not!

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On New Year’s Eve, everyone stayed up late, gathered together to make dumplings, and then cooked and ate them.

Ruo Xuan had never been so serious about making dumplings before, and this was her first time doing it by hand.

In the past, she would just sit aside and watch everyone else make them; Ruo Xuan wasn’t much interested in these types of handworks.

Ruo Xuan’s dumplings were shaped like Xuancao Flowers, of course, aside from Xuanyuan Que, nobody could tell what she was making.

And Xuanyuan Que could only guess she was indulging her vanity.

When making dumplings, Ruo Xuan always put in too much filling and couldn’t seal them properly. Wanting to make them look like petals, she kept adding layers of dumpling wrappers.

Ruo Xuan asked Granny Lei, "Granny, how many of my dumplings would you like to eat?"

Granny Lei, looking at her beloved granddaughter’s work— a dumpling now layered with seven or eight wrappers—held up a single finger, "One is enough!"

Thankfully, Xuanbao was not marrying into an ordinary household; otherwise, if she had to cook every day, how could she manage?

Ruo Xuan then asked the Empress Dowager, who immediately said, "I’m old, eating too much at night is not good for digestion, one will suffice!"

She asked Yan Jiaojiao, Zhou Ludong, Aunt Yuhua, and Shopkeeper Gu, and they all echoed, "One is enough!"

Ruo Xuan didn’t ask Xuanyuan Que.

Xuanyuan Que was reading a book on the side, not participating in the dumpling making. Seeing that Ruo Xuan had asked everyone but not him, his face darkened. So this flower wasn’t even planning to make dumplings for him?

Although she wrapped them like this, he also didn’t want to eat them, but whether he ate them or not was one thing, whether she wrapped them or not was another.

However, he wasn’t particularly eager to eat them, so he didn’t ask.

In the end, Ruo Xuan earnestly wrapped one dumpling for each person and five for Xuanyuan Que, totaling eleven dumplings.

Then she made noodles. She took a piece of dough and rolled it into a strand as thick as a finger.

At first, no one understood what Ruo Xuan was doing.

It was the Empress Dowager who couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked, "Xuanbao, what are you trying to make? Twisted doughnuts?"

Ruo Xuan, "Noodles."

Everyone, "..."

Strands as thick as a finger?

Who would eat them?

It seemed like they were full before they even started eating.

Xuanyuan Que raised his eyebrows, not leaving immediately, but from that moment on, he started to read a book for the rest of the night, and finally, it caught his interest.

Two quarters of an hour later, when the dumplings were cooked and served, Ruo Xuan took a spoon and dished out one of her dumplings for everyone, and then she put five in front of Xuanyuan Que.

The noodles were also ready, served in a basin.

If it weren’t for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that they were cooked from a single noodle!

Everyone looked at the dumplings in their bowls, the size of a fist, feeling very fortunate that they had only asked for one!

Indeed, one was more than enough!

The Empress Dowager glanced at another large sea bowl with five fist-sized dumplings inside and sympathetically looked at her beloved grandson, who was reading a book.

See, this is what happens when you don’t fit in!

If only he had sat with everyone and wrapped dumplings, he wouldn’t have to eat five dumplings!

After distributing the dumplings, Yan Jiaojiao stood up holding her bowl, "I’m going out to admire the moon."

Zhou Ludong hurriedly followed, "I’m also going to admire the moon."

The Empress Dowager quickly picked up her bowl and followed, "I’m going to admire the moon, too."

Ruo Xuan was surprised, "Is there a moon to admire on New Year’s Eve?"

Lei Popo, "I’m admiring the snow!"

Ruo Xuan was surprised, "It seems like it doesn’t snow in Shaxi County."

Yuhua Auntie and Shopkeeper Gu said in unison, "We’re admiring the wind!"

Ruo Xuan, "..."

The wind can be admired too?

The individuals quickly corrected themselves, "Right, we’re going to admire the wind! Admire the wind!"

Yan Jiaojiao finally realized what was amiss and corrected herself, "No, that’s wrong, it’s getting some air!"

Everyone, "That’s right, getting some air! Getting some air!"

Ruo Xuan, "Going out in the cold winter to get some air?"

"The dumplings are too hot, we need to cool them down before we can eat them!" Zhou Ludong, who was at the back, came up with a clever retort in desperation.

Everyone ran far away, fearing that they would have to eat noodles later.

Ruo Xuan didn’t concern herself with them, carrying a large sea bowl to Xuanyuan Que, "Happy birthday, Brother Xuanyuan! Happy New Year!"

"The dumplings are my New Year’s gift, I wrapped them myself, and that platter over there is longevity noodles I made for you, longevity noodles are a birthday gift."

Ruo Xuan knew that the birthday gift she had given this time was done rather perfunctorily.

But this was because she had been traveling to Nanzhou recently, and when she wasn’t on the road, she was busy with this and that, she had no time to prepare.

To show that she took Divine Lord Xuanyuan’s birthday very seriously, when everyone was wrapping dumplings tonight, she had a brainwave and thought of wrapping dumplings and making longevity noodles!

That way, she had both a New Year’s gift and a birthday gift!

Xuanyuan Que looked at the bowl with five huge dumplings and glanced at the longevity noodles on the round table not far away.

Was that a platter? That was a basin!

He felt a bit of a headache. One shouldn’t set their expectations too high for what she made, "Are there noodles that thick?"

How do you eat them?

Ruo Xuan justified herself confidently, "The longevity noodles must be thick and long, otherwise how can they symbolize longevity? I thought of this in a flash of inspiration!"

Of course, she wouldn’t admit that she couldn’t make thin noodles.

Xuanyuan Que, "..."

He knew what he was most afraid of now—he feared when a certain flower had a flash of inspiration!