He's ugly, he's not gentle anymore

The beginning of a relationship is always inseparable from the touch of the soul.No matter what kind of touch makes you emotional, you start to care about it unconsciously, and you start to care about it unconsciously, and gradually, you develop feelings.

"Just now, why didn't you justify?"

Luo He stretched out his hand and pulled Yi Xiu up from the ground.

"They... won't believe it."

Yi Xiu lowered his head and looked at the rabbit.He didn't seem to take Luohe's question very seriously, as if he was thinking about how to take care of the rabbit.

Luo He didn't ask any more questions, and turned his head to look in the direction of the bamboo forest, his eyes dimmed.

Turning his head around, he hugged Yi Xiu's shoulders and walked into the house, looking heartless.

"Stir-fried rabbit meat, have you heard of it? Stir-fry in spicy oil, add onion, ginger, garlic, sesame peanuts and dried chili, that taste..."

Yi Xiu listened carefully, and tried his best to understand what Luo He said about the dishes.

"I know sesame... what are peanuts?"

"Oh? You don't have peanuts here? It's just a hard shell on the outside, with one to three beans lying in it, it seems to be grown in the soil..."

"Can I use soybeans instead? I may not be able to find that today...peanuts..."

"...Yes. You are completely free to play, because every time you cook dishes, I am amazed, beyond imagination, you know?"

Yi Xiu blushed.

Except for the first month, Luohe looked satisfied every time he was at the dinner table.But it was the first time for such a straightforward compliment.

"Eh... is it?"

Yi Xiu confirmed without confidence.

"Have faith in yourself, you are the most talented cook I have ever met."

……

After that day, those women never approached Yi Xiu again.Occasionally, Yixiu went to the market to exchange rice grains, and when he met them, those people didn't deliberately find fault.It's just that there are still rumors going on behind the scenes.Sometimes people who exchanged goods would skimp because of this, and Yixiu also let them go.

It is said that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry, Yi Xiu himself doesn't care about his situation, but Luo He, who has been quietly watching behind his back for a long time, is very angry.

Luohe knows the prejudices of the people, and it is difficult to solve the problem violently.Nor can I persuade Yi Xiu to think about it and ignore those superficial guys—people are social beings after all, and they can't live alone and live alone.Even if he is self-reliant, Yi Xiu has to meet with people in the village and town several times a year to exchange living supplies.What's more, Luohe doesn't want Yixiu to die alone.

So how to let everyone realize the "excellence" of Yixiu?

Luohe spent a month planning a chef competition in the town.

There is no threshold for participation in the competition, and everyone can join.Luohe invited the most prestigious people in the town to be judges, and bystanders can also taste and score the contestants' works.

On that day, Luohe asked Yi Xiu to wear a mask in advance.

The mask is carved from pine wood, without decorative patterns, which is natural and simple.It was made by a craftsman at the end of Luohetuo Town.

Because of wearing a mask, Yi Xiu was not recognized when he came on stage.It was the first time to show it in front of such a person, and Yi Xiu was in a tense state.Through the narrow vision of the mask, he slipped nervously and timidly across the audience.It wasn't until he met Shang Luohe's smiling eyes that his mood gradually calmed down.

Before playing, Luo He said to him, "Just cook for me as usual, and don't care about other people's eyes."

Yi Xiu told himself, just look at Luohe.In any case, Luohe would never laugh at him.And Luohe likes his cooking, and he is the only one who has praised him.

With this in mind, the actions of his subordinates handling the ingredients became handy.

When Yi Xiu ignored everyone and immersed himself in the dishes in his hands, he didn't know how attractive his earnestness and focus from the inside out were.He was tall and tall, about the same height as Luo He.He was originally thin, but with broad shoulders and a thin waist, his figure looked perfect in clothes.The too slender wrist exposed only from the sleeve exposed some weight.But this does not hinder his nimble hands, creating on the field like an artist.

Luohe already knew that Yixiu's fingers were long and even.I also know that its finger pulp is round, and its nails are rosy and transparent, which is very beautiful and can be called the welfare of hand control.The only flaw is that there are too many scars, alternating old and new, which makes people feel distressed.

Looking at his performance on the court, the superb knife skills, the clean and neat movements of every move and throw, seemed to control the audience, and the dishes were presented like flowing water.

There was almost no suspense in the result of the game, and Yi Xiu won a complete victory.

Even without such an eye-catching performance, Luo He knew that Yi Xiu would win.

He has done research in various restaurants, restaurants and small stalls in the town, and none of the flavors can surpass Luohe.There should be differences in the tastes of ancient people and modern people. To be on the safe side, Luohe brought Yixiu's neutral dishes to the townspeople to taste, and everyone who tasted them praised them.

On the field, watching the judges and onlookers scrambling to finish almost every dish Yi Xiu made, Luo He was more excited than Yi Xiu.

When the awards were presented, the owner of Thyme, the largest restaurant in the town, invited Yi Xiu to be their chef on the spot, and the rest of the restaurants and restaurants were not far behind, and offered invitations to Yi Xiu one after another.Yi Xiu stood in the middle, at a loss. Luo He found it interesting, but knew that Yi Xiu was probably very nervous.

So he went forward and helped him accept Thyme's invitation, and asked the mayor to give a testimony.

Then the person who hosted the competition followed the steps that Luo He had communicated with him in advance, and suggested that Yi Xiu take off his mask and reveal his true face.

This move naturally aroused the great interest of the audience and judges.

Yi Xiu didn't know that this was going to happen again, he was terrified, his whole body stiffened unbelievably.

The muscles on Luohe's legs were tense, and his toes were turned outward, as if he was about to run away in a second.So he stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder quietly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, look at me."

Yi Xiu saw Luohe come to the stage, cupped his hands and said to everyone, "I'm going down to Luohe, so I'm taking the liberty to say a few words here. To be honest, the champion on stage is actually my friend and my savior." He was abandoned by his biological parents since he was a child because of his rough appearance..."

It turned out to be about his life experience and what happened in his life.But it doesn't seem the same.

Yixiu bowed his head and clasped his hands tightly.It was the first time I heard about my life from other people, neither ridiculed nor scolded nor contemptuous.It seems to be just stating the facts, but it makes the audience sad, as if experiencing those grievances, pain, and unbearable...

Is he... really that pitiful?

Born with a rough face...is it really worthy of sympathy?

Then why should he be cursed by those who reviled those who drove away those malicious things?

Yi Xiu should cry.

But he seems to have forgotten how to cry.

In his memory, he cried when he was abandoned by his parents; he also cried when he was chased and beaten by beggars; up.

He has a good memory. He remembers every picture he has seen and every syllable he has heard since the moment he was born.But how can you forget the most basic skills?

Yi Xiu was stunned, his eyes unfocused.Trying to think back, the feeling of crying.

But when his mask was taken off, when his spurned face came into view again, he instinctively covered it with his hands.Still did not shed a tear.

There was a long silence, and then someone started whispering.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him, some with disgust, some with contempt, some even with hostility.But there are other eyes, sympathy and pity.

Yi Xiu suddenly turned his head, looking for Luo He's gaze.

Luo He didn't look at him, Luo He's eyes lingered under the arena, as if he was checking the results of his speech.

He was not very satisfied with the result, but he knew that improving Yixiu's image in the eyes of the world and making them accept Yixiu was not something that could be accomplished overnight.

What Luo He said again, Yi Xiu couldn't hear clearly.

But he suddenly realized that Luohe was helping him.From the first time he asked him to cook dishes with a mild taste a month ago, from the first time Luo He returned home late, Luo He planned all this to help him.

Yi Xiu wanted to laugh.

Luohe has been busy for a month to help him, which made him feel valued and cared about.

This was a feeling I had never felt before, as if a warmth rose from the bottom of my heart, melting the coldness that had accumulated over the years.

He only cared about this, but he didn't get out of the knot that seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.He still felt that everything he suffered was an arrangement of fate.Born as a human, with such a face that was spurned by others, everything he suffered was taken for granted.So never resent, dare not expect extravagantly, will not resist.

"Don't laugh, just continue to be expressionless."

Luo He suddenly whispered in his ear.

Breath sprayed on his neck, itching.

Yi Xiu put away his smile, lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

When the crowd dispersed, Boss Thyme, who promised to hire him as a cook, unexpectedly did not mean to make things difficult.Think about it too, the guests who eat will not hang out in the back kitchen, and the appearance of the chef will not affect the business.

For the first time, with a job?

"thanks……"

Yixiu said in a low voice.

Luo He smiled lightly when he heard this, "You're already fine."

Yi Xiu blushed again, and bowed his head cautiously, not daring to look at Luohe.

Luo He's laughter is too lethal, especially when viewed from a close distance.Yi Xiu only needs to take a look, and his face, flawless skin, exquisite eyes, proud nose bridge, and thin red lips... It is a harmonious and beautiful painting like a gift.

Indeed, when you are not smiling, some people may say that Luohe is superficially beautiful, like a delicate doll, beautiful but soulless; once you smile, you will be infused with vitality, that kind of beauty is so vivid that it takes your breath away .Before the Luo River crossed, many friends made fun of him, telling him not to laugh on the street, which can reduce the occurrence of traffic accidents.

Seeing Yi Xiu bowed his head and said nothing, Luo He thought of teasing him.Just walking to the bamboo forest where there is no one, the afternoon sun shines warmly through the bamboo leaves.Luo He stopped suddenly, put his left hand on Yi Xiu's shoulder, and lifted his chin with his right hand, looking deeply into his eyes...

Whose heart is beating wildly?

Naturally, it was Yixiu.At that moment, his breathing became difficult, and he was vaguely looking forward to it but didn't dare to think about it.

Luo He just looked at him and made no follow-up actions.

After waiting for a long time, Luo He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with a teasing smile, "I will...call you the smart Brother Yixiu from now on~"

Only Luo He knew what he was thinking at that time

He was actually thinking that although the ugly man's birthmark was an eyesore and his cheekbones were too high to look deformed, if these things were ignored... he could still see it.

He had no idea at the time how dangerous the idea was.

But now, Luo He, who was lying in front of the hut and pierced by a sword, knew very well.

That's a sign of heartbeat! ! !

Why don't you let me die?

Luohe complained inwardly, his eyes filled with tears.

Is this the author's punishment for him?While remembering the person who stabbed me with a sword, while bearing the pain of piercing my heart?I can't ask for death, he is.