Beauty burst table

the second day.Early in the morning, after Xie Lingqiao got up, he simply tidied himself up, ate something casually, and prepared to start his "great cause of making peach blossom soup".

Guided by the maid Liu Guang, the materials were not difficult to prepare. Following Liu Guang, he picked some late-lost peach blossoms and put them in small bamboo baskets. He also picked some ripe small wild fruits in the forest and threw them into the baskets. , the two came back soon.

Xie Lingqiao had never cooked before, but thanks to Liu Guang's guidance, he wrote down the steps and told Liu Guang that he could come alone. After Liu Guang confirmed it, he left first to do other work.

When it comes to cooking, beginners are often in a hurry. Even Xie Lingqiao added firewood to the stove by himself, and when he groped for it step by step, he was too busy to rub off the pot ashes. Feeling helpless, he squeezed his palms and continued.

Halfway through, it has roughly formed its appearance, and faint fragrance overflows and disperses in the air, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Xie Lingqiao lifted the lid of the pot, looked at its shape, and thought...it seems to be okay, not too bad.At this moment, there were footsteps approaching outside the door, and before Xie Lingqiao turned his head away, a young figure appeared by the door.

It was a handsome young man.It's Shen Ling.

Shen Ling walked towards Xie Lingqiao, and the first thing he saw was Xie Lingqiao cooking. The other party was bent over, with his side face shrouded in the misty smoke, looking gentle and ethereal.

But actually——

"Qiao Qiao, are you cooking?" Shen Ling asked as he walked in front of Xie Lingqiao, but he paused strangely when he asked, and glanced at the situation in the kitchen from the corner of his eye... The smoke is too big right?Shen Ling suppressed the corners of his mouth that were almost twitching, and didn't directly poke those words into his mouth.

That would inevitably hit Qiao Qiao, who was obviously a novice.

"Yeah." Xie Lingqiao raised his eyes.

The soup in the pot is still being made, warm and bubbling.When the fireworks were very strong, Xie Lingqiao's fair side face was also shrouded in the fireworks, a young, soft, clear, inexplicably warm water-like comforting breath slowly escaped from him.

It's easy, and it's moving.

Shen Ling is at this moment, in this almost closed room, the closest to Xie Lingqiao, and the only one who can see his appearance at this moment.At this moment, something hazy enveloped his heart.

It is a very unspeakable and wonderful thing that will make a cowardly person brave, a rational person crazy, and an arrogant person bow their heads...it is called love.

Shen Ling's feelings for Xie Lingqiao had already surpassed friendship a few years ago, stronger and impulsive than liking, with a boyish recklessness - and after many years, at this moment, he stared at Xie Lingqiao, those feelings were deep in his heart The gathering became thicker, crazier, and made his heart beat even more...

So it became love.His love for Xie Lingqiao is like a person picking flowers in a dream. The flowers are beautiful and close, but sometimes they are warm and healing, and sometimes they are far away. He really wants to hold this flower in his arms and put it on his chest. Above, never let go.

For example, at this moment, when Xie Lingqiao raised his eyes and showed this appearance, Shen Ling's heart pounded, his eyes darkened a little, and he blinked slowly.

Xie Lingqiao didn't pay much attention to Shen Ling's reaction, he just glanced at Shen Ling briefly, and then continued with his men's actions.The smoke is big, the smoke is big, let it go, the novice Xie Lingqiao has nothing to fear.

"Why do you think about cooking?" Shen Linglian asked softly, standing beside Xie Lingqiao, removing the fluctuating look in his eyes.

Xie Lingqiao was busy with the next steps, and when he was in a hurry, he just replied casually: "I want to try."

Shen Ling didn't intend to make trouble for Xie Lingqiao. After standing there for a while, seeing that Xie Lingqiao was busy, he asked if he needed help. Xie Lingqiao wanted to do it alone, so he said no to Shen Ling.Shen Ling looked at Xie Lingqiao again, said something, and went out first.

——How did he know that Xie Lingqiao was washing his hands and making soup for Feng Yinqiao.

If Shen Ling knew, how could he be so calm at this moment.

Shen Ling went out, and Xie Lingqiao continued to study alone on his great cause of cooking peach blossom soup.

The first time, the taste was very strange, not moist, but too bland, and had a fishy smell, so Xie Lingqiao dumped it and redone it; the second time, it was just right, It's not a delicacy in the world, but the taste is not bad. Xie Lingqiao tasted a little, nodded, and felt that this attempt was a success.

So I set up the pot, put the bowls, and put the spoons. The blue and white patterns are dotted on the edge of the porcelain bowls, and the soup is still steaming.

Xie Lingqiao was holding it with both hands, the fair-skinned young man, matched with the food in the world, everything looked just right.

Xie Lingqiao knew the location of the wing where Fengyin Bridge was located... Yesterday, he snatched the door out from there.

Passing through the corridor, he carried the soup, walked to the door of one of the rooms, supported the bowl with one hand, and knocked on the door with the other.

Tee, Tee.

After the sound of knocking on the door, the door was quickly opened from the inside, and was pulled open by a pair of hands. The young man appeared in front of Xie Lingqiao with a tall body—it was Fengyin Bridge.

How could Feng Yinqiao not be surprised when he saw that it was Xie Lingqiao who came over, but he was good at hiding his emotions. When the knock on the door sounded, he subconsciously felt that it might be Xie Lingqiao who opened the door so fast, but when he saw it was really Xie Lingqiao , the astonishment in his eyes flashed across quickly, and then he smiled gently at Xie Lingqiao, as if there was no difference from usual, like the halo of the moon melting:

"I'm back." It seemed to be speaking to a traveler who had been away from home for a long time, and it seemed to be whispering in the ear, so natural.

"...Yes." Xie Lingqiao felt that the other party's reaction was both unexpected and expected. When the other party's eyes shifted from his face to the soup in the bowl, Xie Lingqiao stepped in and explained : "I heard that my husband likes peach blossom soup, so I learned how to make a bowl."

When he finished speaking, he was already standing beside Fengyin Bridge.Two people, a young man and a teenager, have different temperaments and no similarities in appearance, but standing together like this, the picture is so pleasing to the eye.

The peach blossom soup is moist and bright in color, falling into Fengyinqiao's eyes, it has a warm and attractive color, just like the young man in front of him.

"Did you do it yourself?" Feng Yinqiao turned his eyes back to Xie Lingqiao's face, and met the boy's eyes in the air.

"Yes. I asked Liu Guang for a while, and then I did it." Xie Lingqiao said generously.Since he made it for Fengyin Bridge, he naturally wouldn't hide it.

Hearing the young man's confession, admitting that the peach blossom soup was made for him by himself, there was a slight wave in Feng Yinqiao's eyes, like the wind blowing across the calm lake, there was something, and there was a moment of confusion.

—Young man, I made it for him myself.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked: "Xiao Jiu, don't you blame me?" He asked naturally, but in fact he was a little uneasy, just like opening the door just now, he was actually not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Xie Ling Qiaoshang was holding a porcelain bowl containing peach blossom soup. The hot air curved upwards like fog, half blurring his brows and eyes. The entanglement and getting along with each other in the past few years seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and finally it was frozen in yesterday. In this room, the other party pressed his wrist, making his eyes red, but he did not let go no matter what, instead, he was pressing down on him like a mountain and controlling him.

Just like turning to the end of a book, sometimes the theme of the book finally comes out, making people suddenly feel "Oh, that's how it is".

This is exactly how Xie Lingqiao feels when looking at Fengyin Bridge.Therefore, he also learned a little bit of camouflage from Feng Yinqiao. He knew what Feng Yinqiao asked. He opened a pair of clean eyes and replied: "I believe you, No matter what, I believe in you..."

His eyes did not evade, his voice was still childish, but his tone was serious: "Xiao Jiu is just your Xiao Jiu, and I cannot live without you."

But his name is not Xiao Jiu, his name is Xie Lingqiao.

Xie Lingqiao's real name, he had never told the other party.

The young man's red mouth opened and closed, the words uttered are so sweet, sweet as candied fruit, and like sweet spring, inadvertently touching the heart, and it does not seem to be fake - just broke into Fengyinqiao's heart like this.

How nice it sounds, this is the first time Feng Yinqiao heard the young man say such words, and it was also the first time he saw the young man making soup for him, even he couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, and for the next moment, he suppressed the urge that came up quietly. The throbbing and jumping joy that seems to break free——

Feeling unable to restrain herself, she simply ignored it, took the peach blossom soup from Xie Lingqiao's hand, and put it on the painting table on one side. When she turned around, her sleeves swept Xie Lingqiao's legs and waist like a gust of wind. Picking up the person, the boy lifted his toes off the bottom, and was supported by him like a rag doll——

Then, Xie Lingqiao was placed on the painting table, and he was made to sit on the blank space above, with the Muxuan window behind him, the folded scroll of rice paper next to his hand, and in front of him was a vigorous young man, a man.

On the surface, he was more indifferent and elegant than anyone else, but for more than three years, when facing Xie Lingqiao, he always suppressed his excitement and was a man with some kind of impulsive fanaticism.

It is a desire and emotion that overwhelms and disorients.

At this moment, Xie Lingqiao leaned his back against the window edge, raised his head slightly, and looked at the man in front of him. In the man's deep eyes, there was something bright like sparks flickering faintly. A layer of goose bumps quickly appeared.

Ma Ma.

"...Sir, I..." Xie Lingqiao trembled unknowingly at the end.

He wanted to say that he went down first, but Feng Yinqiao had already bent down, with both hands supporting his side, just caged him in the middle.

Feng Yinqiao lowered his head, and gently kissed his delicate forehead.

Like raindrops falling.

——Even if what the young man uttered was a lie, it was an extremely sweet and intoxicating lie.

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