food color system

There are not many crops that can be planted in winter, and garlic is one of them.Half a month ago, my father had reclaimed the wasteland behind the house.On this day, the sun was very good, so Zhuo Yichen came to the field with a bag of garlic.Zhuo Yun helped hoe the ground, dug small pits densely, and then buried the seeds in the turned soil.

I don't know what is the difference between the seeds sent by Mr. System and ordinary seeds, and the results have yet to be accepted after planting.Zhuo Yichen is quite familiar with this "food value" and "color value" now, and it is also handy to use.Mr. System can provide many ingredients, kitchen utensils, seeds, spices, etc. that were not available in ancient times according to what he wants and wants.

A few days ago, his hand was cut by the original blunt knife, leaving a big hole.At that time, Zhuo Yichen was sucking on the wound, thinking that it would be great if he had a new knife.But the family really has no money, and the money is not enough to subsidize the family, so they want to forge a new knife.Zhuo Yichen decided to continue knifing with this old knife, and it was right to practice his knife skills.But just three days later, Mr. System rewarded him with a brand new black iron knife.

The black iron knife is the product of consuming "food value".But this seed is the product of consuming "color value".Zhuo Yichen doesn't think there's any difference between the two at the moment, they are both things in the kitchen anyway.

Will the fruit of this seed be different?

Zhuo Yichen looked carefully at the little round head of garlic in his palm. He first took it under his nose and sniffed it, and found that it didn't have as strong a smell as ordinary garlic.Then, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it cautiously, tasting a hint of spicy taste, he pursed his lips, this thing seemed to be no different from ordinary garlic.

This scene fell into Zhuo Yun's eyes, and he thought Zhuo Yichen was being stupid again, so he said, "From now on, you don't have to pretend to be stupid in front of me, and you don't feel too tired to panic!"

"Huh?" Zhuo Yichen felt a little baffled, "I'm not pretending to be stupid, isn't that how I usually look like?" Zhuo Yichen didn't realize that he was a little dumb like this.

The "color value" originally rose very slowly, at least much slower than the "food value". The reason why it finally broke the watch once was because of Zhuo Yun.

That day, because of the black iron sword of unknown origin, Zhuo Yun severely doubted him, and had a big showdown.Zhuo Yun quickly pressed him onto the bed and said a word, and then the "color value" grew strangely.After reaching a certain value, the system gentleman will consume these values ​​to reward this bag of garlic seeds.

The brothers spent two hours digging holes to bury all these seeds well.Zhuo Yichen was sweating again, he walked under the shade of a tree, and handed the water bottle to Zhuo Yun first.

Zhuo Yichen looked at his younger brother's side face covered with fine beads of sweat, and he suddenly said, "Did you treat me as a woman the day you doubted me?"

Zhuo Yun spat out a mouthful of water.

Zhuo Yichen calmly wiped the water droplets that splashed on his face, judging by your reaction, maybe you really took me for a woman that day, right? "

Zhuo Yun was speechless!He neither nodded nor shook his head, but stroked his chest to comfort himself.

"You don't think of me as a brother, and I don't blame you. After all, I am no longer the original Zhuo Yichen. I can understand how you feel a little bit uncomfortable when you look at me. But even so, you can't treat me as your brother." Women look at it..."

Enough said?Zhuo Yun arrogantly bullied him, why don't you try saying something again?

"Even if I don't lift it, I'm still a real man, from soul to body. What's more, I, I shouldn't lift it..."

Zhuo Yun glared at him, stuffed the kettle into his hand, turned around and left.

Zhuo Yichen stared at Zhuo Yun's back in a daze, and froze in place without knowing why.

This time, what made him angry again?

Think for a moment, to no avail.Zhuo Yichen had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, picked up the hoe, and went home with the kettle in his hand.

Since Master Jimin's "home visit", Zhuo Yun really behaved a lot.He was somewhat reluctant in his heart, thinking that it was a waste of time, but he had no choice, both Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother took him closer, and Zhuo Yichen was entrusted by his parents to supervise him.No matter how reluctant Zhuo Yun was, he had to do it.What his stupid brother said did make sense.He should do whatever he is in. Now that he is no longer the prince of the Eastern Palace, he must play the role of the young master of the Zhuo family well, relying on this identity and this body to live a good life.Only by living a good life can other things become possible.

Zhuo Yun finally realized that he was indeed too impatient—he was too anxious to go back.But after going through that incident, he was finally able to calm down a little bit, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on the raging fire, thus avoiding the hidden danger of fire.

Take it slow.

As soon as Zhuo Yichen entered the room, he saw Zhuo Yun lying on the table writing, probably Master Jimin asked him to copy the Four Books and Five Classics.He leaned over to take a look, and found that Zhuo Yun's handwriting was actually very good, with tall and straight fonts and sharp pens.

"Your writing is somewhat similar to the inscription we saw on the Tianyi Pavilion plaque before."

That's natural, Zhuo Yun thought, his calligraphy was taught by his father himself.And now...

Zhuo Yun lowered his head slightly, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Zhuo Yichen holding a piece of paper with something densely written on it.

"This is—?" He snatched it from Zhuo Yichen's hand, and spread it out in front of him to have a look.

"When I was stuttering before, I could only pick up the pen honestly and write down what I wanted to say word by word. Who would have thought that it would be fine if you scared me, and this piece of paper would be useless..."

Zhuo Yun raised his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering, "You...you really didn't lie to me?"

"I won't lie to you, and there's no need to lie to you, it's just whether you believe it or not."

Zhuo Yun lowered his head again, Zhuo Yichen stood beside him, couldn't see the expression on his face, only saw Zhuo Yun's slightly protruding Adam's apple moved slightly.

Zhuo Yichen said softly, "You write slowly, I'm going to boil the water."

In the dead of night again, there is moonlight floating on the countryside outside the wooden window.

Zhuo Yichen was exhausted and sleepy as soon as he hit the pillow.Zhuo Yun lay side by side with him, clearly heard his short sleep talking, "go home, go home, hurry up, come soon."

Zhuo Yun turned Zhuo Yichen's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "You are already home."

With his fingertips, he gently brushed away the messy hair on the other's forehead, and then printed his lips on it, "Even if you change places in the future, you can't leave me."

Zhuo Yichen let out a "hmm" as if dreaming.

Zhuo Yun himself felt unbelievable.Obviously a few days ago he still suspected this person, the cold light of the blade flashed in front of his eyes, at that moment, he even had the thought of killing.Zhuo Yichen couldn't bear the tear that was forced out of the corner of Zhuo Yichen's eyes.

Zhuo Yichen said that he himself was not Concubine Zhuang's pawn, and he never thought of harming the Zhuo family.

At that time, he breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart.

Who he is and where he came from is not important anymore.Zhuo Yun doesn't want to pursue so much now.He finally liked a person so much, how could he let him go easily, how could he hurt him or even want to kill him.

Zhuo Yun raised the other person's face gently, and he suddenly thought of the way this person was pressed under him that day.He was obviously terrified of panic, but he still tried to stay calm.Zhuo Yun's heart became hot, and he hugged him into his arms, and an emotion called "tenderness" was densely entwined.

That night, there seemed to be a faint sound of flute floating into the house, quiet and distant.

As in a dream.