[Chen Qingling] The old man sighs

Wei Wuxian had a smirk on his face, and his fingers frivolously lifted Lan Wangji's chin.

Lan Wangji's fingers curled up slightly under his long sleeves, and he said, "Don't promiscuously."

His eyes are deep, his appearance is serious, and his expression is serious.

Wei Wuxian stared at his face for a while, then bent down, and burst out laughing.

"Lan Zhan, look at the sky outside, is it daytime?" Wei WuXian patted the table with a smile, "Also, what's on Lan Erge's mind all day long? Or what do you want to do to me!"

Lan Wangji closed his eyes halfway, looking at him quietly,

Wei Wuxian laughed enough, and then continued, "What I just wanted to say is that Yunmeng is no better than Gusu. The dining time here is very late, and it may take an hour to wait."

Seeing him smiling so happily, Lan Wangji's eyebrows softened, and he asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going back to Gusu soon. Before I leave, I want to leave an indelible impression on the people of Yunmeng." Wei Wuxian stood up and said boldly, "I want to make a meal that I will never forget. Let them have a memorable dinner tonight!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

"..." Wei Wuxian didn't hear anyone responding, and turned to look at Lan Wangji, "Second brother Lan, can you give me a response?"

"it is good."

The sun was setting and the sky was completely covered in black.

Wei Wuxian came to the kitchen, kicked out everyone in the kitchen, eager to try a big pot.

"Brother Lan, help me start a fire." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the immaculate, fairy-like figure beside him, and felt that he was too wronged to let such a person light a fire, so he said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Lan Wangji said, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he bent down and added firewood to the bottom of the pot.

The fire at the bottom of the pot ignited, and the flame flickered, reflecting Lan Wangji's flickering face.

He pinched the firewood with his slender fingers like white jade, Wei WuXian actually saw a bit of unusual immortality in this pyrotechnic movement.

"Lan Zhan."

"Huh?" Lan Wangji stopped holding the firewood, and looked at him with light-colored eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Ah?" Wei Wuxian realized that he seemed to have called Lan Wangji's name just now, he scratched his hair, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask what you want to eat?"

Lan Wangji said, "Anything is fine."

"If everything works, then it's easy to handle," Wei Wuxian lowered his head and thought for a while, "How about this, I'll make my favorite lotus root pork rib soup, okay?"

"it is good."

For dinner, when Jiang Cheng arrived, the juniors had already arrived for a long time.

Several people stared blankly at the rice on the table.

Jiang Cheng was puzzled: "Why don't you eat it? Is the food here not to your family's taste? Jin Ling, why don't you eat it?"

"Uncle," Jin Ling said while staring at the red lotus root pork ribs soup in front of him, "Have you changed cooks recently?"

"What kind of cook should I be?" Jiang Cheng looked puzzled, took a sip from the spoon, and then spat it out.

Lan Sizhui, who was sitting on the side, stared at the soup, and quietly said to Lan Jingyi, "Jingyi, do you think this taste is particularly familiar?"

Lan Jingyi nodded, and said in a low voice, "I don't think anyone can make such a suffocating taste except Senior Wei."

The two whispered.

Jiang Cheng took a sip of tea, suppressed the taste in his mouth, and said angrily, "Who made this? It's salty and spicy. Is this a human food? Come on, go and call me today's cook." Come out, I have to ask him if he beat the salt seller to death."

"Stop shouting," Wei Wuxian raised the curtain, and behind him Lan Wangji walked in with a bowl of lotus root ribs, "I made this soup, how about it, doesn't it taste good?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Is the taste alright? Do you have the guts to ask? Try it for yourself!"

Yunmeng's habit of eating and sitting is completely different from Gusu's. Yunmeng pays attention to excitement, and they feel that sitting around a large table makes it more interesting.

Wei Wuxian sat down, motioned for Lan Wangji to sit next to him, and said shamelessly, "I tasted it, and it tastes good, do you want another bowl?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, fortunately not all the dishes on the table were cooked by Wei Wuxian, otherwise the meal would be impossible to eat.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wei Wuxian turned his head to Lan Wangji who was on the side, "Lan Zhan, come and taste this soup, is this soup good or not? They are really disrespectful."

Lan Jingyi yelled from the side: "Come on, Senior Wei, Hanguang-Jun can't eat...spicy."

Before the word spicy was finished, everyone could clearly see that Lan Wangji, who couldn't eat spicy food, elegantly ate the whole bowl of lotus root pork rib soup, leaving only the white bottom of the bowl.

Wei Wuxian stared at his rosy lips, expectantly asked: "How is it, does it taste good?"

Lan Wangji wiped the corner of his lower lip lightly with a handkerchief, and said lightly, "It tastes good."

Wei Wuxian grinned, pointed at these juniors and said, "Did you hear that, even Mr. Hanguang said it, the taste is still good."

Juniors: Mr. Hanguang, won't your conscience hurt?

The children who had been stuffed with dog food tried their best to reduce their sense of existence, Jiang Cheng looked at this side, his face became more and more ugly.

Damn it, die.

Wei Wuxian didn't notice the change in Jiang Cheng's heart. He looked at him very proudly, and after a while, he said to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, would you like another bowl? After all, there are not many opportunities for my ancestor to cook himself. .”

"it is good."

Lan Wangji handed over the bowl, and under the incredulous gazes, he ate another bowl, but he didn't move a single chopstick on the other dishes on the table.

Lan Jingyi was crying, secretly thinking that after returning to Yunshen, he must tell Mr. Lan and invite the best doctor to show Hanguang-jun. He thinks that there may be something wrong with Hanguang-jun's sense of taste.

On the second day, a group of people will go back to Yunshen unknown place.

Jiang Cheng wakes up in the morning and sees Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun waking up in the same room, his face contorted.

He said with a dark face: "Come on, you, don't appear in front of me in the future and obstruct my eyes, and go back to your unknown place in the deep clouds!"

Wei Wuxian wasn't angry either, he smiled and said, "Jiang Cheng, why are you so angry? Is it because I'm leaving and you don't want me?"

Jiang Cheng made a gesture to kick him, Lan Wangji stood in front of Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian rested his chin on Lan Wangji's shoulder, bared his head, and looked at Jiang Cheng leisurely.

Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth angrily.

After a while, Wei Wuxian came out from behind Lan Wangji, suppressed his sloppy smile, patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder and said, "Jiang Cheng, in a few days it will be time for Yunshen to attend school again, do you want to Bring Jin Ling here."

Jiang Cheng also suppressed his anger, looked at Jin Ling and said, "Whether to go or not, this is up to him. He is not young anymore, so I can't let me think about everything for him."

"That's right," Wei WuXian looked at Jin Ling again and said, "Jin Ling, do you want to go?"

Jin Ling looked at the two of them, thinking about the [-] rules of the Lan family, his scalp became numb for a while, and he muttered for a while, then whispered, "Can I not go?"

For the first time, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had no disagreement, and said in unison, "No."

Miss Jin Ling wanted to cry but she didn't cry, she made up her own mind, I believe you bastards!