Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Xie Yan went around the kitchen but couldn't find where the rice vat was. He wanted to cook some millet porridge and stir-fry a few side dishes, but he didn't have a chance to show it off.

I could only scoop up the flour in the corner resignedly, put it in a wooden basin, mix some water, roll up my sleeves and wash my hands, and concentrate on kneading the flour to prepare a bowl of noodles.

After stretching the noodles of uniform thickness, they were placed in a white jade glass plate, and in the vegetable basket, they picked carrots and cabbage that the cook had washed at noon.

He deftly picked up the sharply polished kitchen knife, and through the sharp blade, he could clearly see the pine-like figure sitting by the door, the emerald hair band half hidden in the smooth black hair under the breeze. now.

The bright sky jumped from the delicate eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, passed over the thin pale lips, and drilled into the slender neck with the thin chin, blurring the faint smile on the lips.A warm and loving picture is carefully outlined, like the small town in the south of the Yangtze River after the rain, with white walls and blue tiles hidden in the haze of mist and rain, every brick and tile is touching and gentle.

So lovely.Xie Yan sighed sincerely in his heart.

As if aware of Xie Fan's gaze, Shen Qinghe turned her head slightly, she couldn't see clearly against the light, she squinted her eyes slightly, and parted her lips lightly: "Xiao Fan?"

Xie Fan suddenly came back to his senses, quickly picked up the carrot and cut it steadily, while saying: "Wait a minute, there is still a while."

"it is good."

Xie Yan didn't think about it anymore, he cut the carrot neatly, and carefully picked off the older part of the cabbage stalk.

Xie Fan said that there was still a while, but Shen Qinghe had to wait for more than half an hour, and she fell asleep half leaning on the door frame.

By the time Xie Yan poured the last spoonful of soup on the noodles, it was already approaching You hour.

Xie Yan finished the work excitedly, and ran to Shen Qinghe, only to find that the person was already asleep, the broken hair on his forehead was drooping along with his eyelashes, and his breathing was shallow.

Xie Yan slowed down, turned his head to look at the hot noodles on the stove, and then at Shen Qinghe who was fast asleep, and couldn't bear to wake him up.He was also afraid that if the noodles were cold, the soup would dry out and the taste would be affected by lumps of noodles, so he could only hold the noodles and squat beside the stove that had not been turned off, cast a dust-proof barrier, and quietly waited for Shen Qinghe to wake up.

Fortunately, Shen Qinghe woke up not long after, when she saw that she was crouching by the stove, blushing as if she had smeared a girl's rouge secretly, her temple hair was stained with sweat and pressed against her cheeks, her eyes seemed to extinguish the flames in the stove. When it is absorbed, it is dazzling and piercing, and it is clearly reflecting a self.

Shen Qinghe was stunned for a while, then stepped forward to help him up, dumbfounded, and said, "You don't even know it's hot?"

"Noodles don't taste good when they're cold." Xie Fan shook his head and smiled silly, "It's not hot, and I haven't squatted for long."

"It's still hot, and the soup is not dry, eat it quickly." Xie Fan put the noodles on the Eight Immortals table where the cooks usually eat, and smiled at Shen Qinghe, beckoning to Shen Qinghe's hand, which was scalded brightly red, and took a closer look There are also several blisters of various sizes.

As Xie Fan said, the noodles were still hot and steaming, if Shen Qinghe hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would really have thought it was just out of the pan.

Thin slices of meat, slender and bright carrot shreds, and fresh and smooth mushrooms are arranged in an orderly manner on the noodles.The green vegetable leaves are sprinkled with golden egg skins, just like the rising sun bound by the majestic mountains, only the golden light can finally be glimpsed in the world through the forest and leaves.

In the milky white soup made from big bones, jade-like scallion leaves float, enclosing the chewy and smooth noodles.

The dishes in the bowl are arranged in dark colors one by one, from light to dark, very attractive.

After Shen Qinghe sat down, she gracefully picked up the noodles and put them in her mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Xie Fan looked at it for a while, but couldn't help asking.

In fact, these words are completely superfluous. Xie Fan has been in the kitchen for five years out of ten years, and in those five years, he has been spending his days in daily necessities, and his cooking skills have been recognized by many people.

It's just that in front of Shen Qinghe, she still felt a little apprehensive.

Shen Qinghe bent her eyes and said: "It's delicious, thank you Xiaofan."

"It's okay." Xie Yan waved his hands again and again, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and he said happily, "If you want to eat, just ask, and I will cook it for you."

Shen Qinghe was really hungry, she stopped talking, and lowered her head, eating noodles with relish.

Xie Yan just sat opposite him, Zhi Yi looked sideways and smiled.

As you approached, the cooks came in in twos and threes to prepare dinner, and happened to meet two god-like figures inside.

"Grandfather...Young master!" The fat cook who was the leader almost fainted when she saw Shen Qinghe.

"What's the matter with this lady? Have you never seen such a handsome person?" Xie Wen joked, flicking his ponytail, triumphantly, "I'll be generous and let you take a second look."

The fat cook lady was really going to faint, after all she knew that Shen Qinghe was already dead, but she immediately stopped fainting when she heard Xie Fan's voice, because she was sure that Anpinghou was alive.

"Hou...Master Hou." The fat cook stood up straight, took a few deep breaths, and said eagerly.

"Okay, we're just coming to the kitchen to eat a bowl of noodles." Seeing that Shen Qinghe had finally put down his chopsticks, Xie Fan stood up and smiled brightly at the fat cook, "Ma'am, let's go!"

Shen Qinghe slightly nodded at the fat cook, pursed her lips, and left with Xie Yan.

The fat cook was dumbstruck, and didn't care whether Shen Qinghe was a human or a ghost. She kept circling Shen Qinghe's magnificent face just now, and the scene of him smiling at her, with the corners of her mouth wide open and a terrifying look in her eyes. Glory, as if a ghost crawled out of the underworld, thinking about kicking that old man in his family away.

Although the skinny cook who came in last saw the two of them, she didn't make much fuss. After all, the matter had already spread, but the fat cook had been sleeping and couldn't hear it.

"Old sister, don't stand still, it's time to cook, the prince is still waiting to use it." The thin cook touched the fat cook with her elbow.

The fat cook was unmoved.

The skinny cook rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, leaned close to her ear, and said solemnly: "My lord is here with Shuangxue."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Come over, raised his fist and wanted to hit the face of the skinny cook who laughed the most, and roared angrily.

"The prince is still lying on the bed and hasn't woken up. How could he summon Shuangxue, you liar!"

"Even if the prince is not awake, he still has to cook, right? He hasn't eaten since morning, and he must be hungry when he wakes up."

Xie Fan, who hadn't gone far outside, paused when he heard the words, his complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't given Jiang Jingyun the medicine yet, and he was lying naked like that without any clothes on.

"Xiao Fan, what's the matter?" Shen Qinghe who was walking in front stopped, turned her head to look at the unpredictable expression on Xie Fan's handsome face, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Facing Shen Qinghe's concerned eyes, Xie Ming's heart was being nibbled by tens of thousands of ants under the indestructible high wall. That person can also vaguely glimpse the true face.

The man was dressed in light armor with dark silver borders, standing proudly in the wind and snow, his robes fluttering up and down rustled, and he was lonely and desolate in the vast world.

"Jiang Jingyun." Xie Fan's hands in his sleeves trembled unconsciously, his thin lips opened and closed, and he murmured silently.

He is a bit complicated now, now that Shen Qinghe has returned, is it still necessary to carry out the deployment to the northwest?If you stop here, everything will remain the same as before.

He is still that powerless, with only an empty title, Xie Chen will not let him go, he doesn't even know if he can save his life, let alone protect Shen Qinghe.

What's more, in Jiang Jingyun's eyes, he will be a worthless waste in the eyes of Jiang Jingyun all his life, and he can only exchange for his contempt and disdain.

No, it must not be like this!

Jiang Jingyun's fault cannot be forgiven just because Shen Qinghe is fine.

Furthermore, he wants to clear his name and give himself a stable future.He wanted everyone to see, especially Jiang Jingyun, to see if he was such a weakling, or if he was really useless.

Xie Fan raised his head abruptly, his eyes burst out with determination and fierceness, which was too late to be suppressed, like a wild beast with its mouth wide open in the deep mountains and dangerous forests, baring its fangs, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

Shen Qinghe clearly caught that fierce gaze, the outstretched hand froze in the air, after a moment of pondering, she retracted it, coughed lightly, and shouted again nonchalantly; "Xiao Fan."

"Huh?" Xie Fan finally came back to his senses, scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled, "It's just that the feet are a little numb, so take it easy."

Shen Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, grabbed Xie Fan's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Then I'll lead you away, I'll slow down."

"Okay, okay!"

At this time, Xie Yan felt that there were countless bright fireworks in his heart, and the blood in his whole body was boiling with it. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was—Qinghe is so kind, he is so good-looking, and he is gentle to me.

As for Jiang Jingyun, who is that person?Fierce and bad, do not know do not know!

It's a pity that he doesn't want to know him, but this is Prince Jing's mansion, how can there be anyone who doesn't know the owner?

The cooks in the kitchen had louder voices, and their words were clear. I don't know if they had learned from those corners in the Liyuan.

No, those conversations came to Xie Yan's ears clearly.

"Hey! It hurts to think that the prince is covered in blood. Now he is lying alone in the season of falling flowers. He doesn't know if he is awake or not. There is no one guarding him. It is said that the soul of an injured person is weaker. If he wakes up and sees the Empty, how sad that would be."

"My eldest brother broke his leg a while ago, and his wife stayed by the bed all night. I asked her to come out to eat and rest in the morning. Then the eldest woke up and saw that there was no one beside the bed. He didn't say anything, and lay there alone. Crying, saying that no one cares about him. It is sad and funny to say it. He is five years older than the prince!"

"Our lord will not be like your boss. I heard that the boy in the front yard said that the lord walked back by himself! How powerful he is, he doesn't need someone to take care of him. Besides, let you go to him to serve him, do you dare? "

"Oh, let's forget it, I'm a mother in the kitchen, don't dirty the prince's eyes." The cook who was still feeling sorry for Jiang Jingyun before hastily changed her words and flattered her, "The prince's cultivation is It's so high, it must be no big deal!"

"Come on, you're just afraid of the prince." The other cook couldn't straighten her waist with a smile, "There's nothing you dare to admit, everyone knows. The prince is so fierce, if you're in a bad mood, Shuangxue will draw it down." , How can we ordinary people stand it?"

The cook who had her heart revealed resentfully smiled, and changed the subject; "Hey, why is there still a bowl of noodles here? There are still some."

"Ouch! Master Hou?!"

The author has something to say:

Different vendors set up their stalls.

Pastry stall──Jiang Jingyun (swallowing the last piece of pastry silently): close the stall, no longer sell it.

Noodle stall──Xie Yan (there is not enough flour to make up the rice noodles): Make it and sell it now, five cents a bowl!

Silk flower stall──Thank you (put one flower in each color): Today is sold out, come back tomorrow.

Ge Youtan──Chen Wuji (shaking a pile of money in his arms): I exchange a penny for a tael of silver, such a good deal, why does no one come?

Shen Chengguan Qinghe: What are you doing?Who told you to set up stalls on the sidewalk?Hurry up, hurry up!And the uncle who is lying on the ground, why can't you go to the park to sleep?