Jalang

Zuixian Pavilion, the best restaurant in Kuanyang City, is full of guests every day, and there are almost no empty seats. If you want to come here to eat, you must first greet the shopkeeper and line up.

It's about the same as the high-end hotels centuries later.

But Gongqing didn't know when Chonghua made the appointment. In short, Xiaoer directly led them to the box on the second floor, and as soon as they were seated, the dishes started to go up.

He drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, and he was hungry now, Wei Gongqing took a mouthful of vegetables nearby, and just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he felt Chonghua's strong gaze.

He was very puzzled, how could there be such a strong sense of presence in those bland eyes...

It is impossible to ignore.But Gongqing still looked over.

Chonghua held Sijuan in his hand, but it wasn't the one in the morning. He was still wiping his chopsticks, but now he paused, his face turned to the direction of Wei Gongqing.

What he looked at was not Wei Gongqing, but the chopsticks in his hand.

The dish was picked up, and there was no reason to put it back. Wei Gongqing hesitated, and finally put the dish into his mouth. Chonghua followed the dish with his eyes until his lips touched the chopsticks...

Chonghua directly lowered his head and continued to wipe his own chopsticks.

Chonghua always took a long time to clean things, and the dishes were almost ready before he put away the Sijuan.

Wei Gongqing felt that those chopsticks were about to glisten.

Chonghua finally finished his tossing and was about to eat seriously, but Gongqing was finally able to take his attention away from him, otherwise there would always be shaking hands next to him, and he would not feel at ease eating.

After wiping the chopsticks, Chonghua didn't move, as if he was waiting for something.

Wei Gongqing counted the plates on the table, it was an odd number, Chonghua should be waiting for the last dish.

Not long after, the dish also came up.

After a few days of contact, Wei Gongqing discovered that Chonghua had a strong obsession with certain things, such as wiping chopsticks, and his character of demanding perfection in everything.

In Chonghua's world, no regrets are allowed, even a little bit.

The last dish, sweet and sour carp.

When the food is served, there is still a faint crackling sound, which means it has just come out of the pan.

Wei Gongqing was attracted by its sound and taste, and waited intently for Xiaoer to put down the dishes. Maybe the table was too full, or the plate was too heavy. When Xiaoer put it down, the plate tilted forward, and the fish seemed to be resurrected. They slid forward in the same way, but the little second hand was nimble. Before the fish slid out of the plate, it tilted backwards, and the fish returned to the plate numbly.

The fish was fine, but the soup made it all over the plate. Xiao Er said sorry and wanted to put the plate down, but before the plate was placed on the table, Chonghua said, "Change."

There was no superfluous expression on Chonghua's face, but Wei Gongqing could feel that he was a little unhappy.

Although the fish was not lost, it also lost its appearance. There was soup on the side of the plate, and some spilled outside. People who were not so particular could eat it as usual, but Chonghua couldn't do it, he wouldn't allow him Something like this appears on the table.

Wei Gongqing marveled at his understanding of him, but the second boy looked hesitant. He planned to discuss a few words, but before he could open his mouth, Chonghua stared back.

Wei Gongqing couldn't help looking at him, this guy looked like a crystal sculpture, so transparent, why everyone was afraid of him.

Qi Chonghua didn't know how to move his chopsticks before the food was served, so he just waited quietly until the sweet and sour carp was served again, but before Xiaoer could even get to the table, Chonghua opened his mouth again, "Change."

The little girl was stunned.

What's happening here?

Chonghua glanced at the fish tail that he had accidentally touched, and then lightly looked away.

There was no one to eat the fish tail, but in the end, the Xiao Er still changed dishes under Chonghua's cold violence.

The fish served for the third time was not as good as the previous two times, and the fish was also smaller. Chonghua didn't let anyone in, so he went directly to change the dishes.

Xiao Er was afraid that someone would come to make trouble, so he quickly invited the shopkeeper up, but even when facing the shopkeeper, Chonghua's attitude did not change.

He took out a bank note and put it on the table, the amount on it clearly conveyed his meaning, they must serve him satisfactorily.

In this way, the long journey of changing dishes began.

The sweet and sour carp has been changed for a total of twenty or thirty, and the kitchen has been extra careful, but no matter how hard they try, they will always be picked out by Chonghua and start over again.

When Wei Gongqing had filled his stomach, the sweet and sour carp was not served.

Looking at the shopkeeper who was about to burst into tears being tossed by Chonghua, Wei Gongqing could not help but slander him, he had never seen such a fluffy person.

I'm afraid that the people in the kitchen room are already hugging each other and crying bitterly.

I don't know if the ancient times are the same as the modern ones. The tossing chefs will "add ingredients" to you in it.

Fortunately, this dish was served last, and he was full.

Although it's a pity that I didn't eat the sweet and sour carp, it can be regarded as watching a drama of the era.

Wei Gongqing also knew in his heart that Chonghua wasn't looking for trouble on purpose, he was just demanding too much, and these fish would more or less have problems that made him dissatisfied, which led to the birth of this picture.

In the end, Chonghua left behind a bank note that was far more than the value of this table of food, but Wei Gongqing felt that no matter how much he gave, the shopkeeper would not want him to show up again.

He would rather not earn Chonghua's money.

……

After lunch, Chonghua took him to a teahouse.

Under the bright winter sun, melodious ditties echoed in the teahouse, and the calming sandalwood burned quietly, but Gongqing closed his eyes on the comfortable reclining chair.

Chonghua was not tired, he deliberately brought Wei Gongqing to rest.

The young master's body is in good shape, but since he was seriously injured, he hasn't had enough rest. The pain and fatigue have accumulated repeatedly, and no matter how good his body is, he can't stand it.

Although it looked like he was recovering on the surface, in fact he couldn't afford to struggle for a day. If he continued to take him out in the afternoon, Wei Gongqing might fall asleep halfway through.

Chonghua has never seen a person who doesn't know how to treat his body well.

The green smoke and the incense burner pulled a straight line, and the other end of the line disappeared into the air. Chonghua liked the smell of sandalwood, and he stood in front of the window and enjoyed it quietly.

A warm room, full of silence, the feeling at this moment makes one's heart soft-soft.

Wei Gongqing moved, the blanket slid down his chest, and one corner fell to the ground.

The faint sound startled Chonghua, and he turned around.

Wei Gongqing slept deeply, his complexion was so ruddy, he didn't even notice that the blanket had fallen off.

In the small space of the reclining chair, Wei Gongqing was lying on his side, his body curled up, his head leaning against the pillow tightly, and one hand still pressed under the pillow. This was a very insecure posture, but At the same time, this one is also the strongest.

He doesn't need security from anyone, he can do it himself.

Chonghua walked over, the green smoke from the incense burner swayed slightly, and the straight line dispersed before it was pulled up.

There was only a small low table between the two reclining chairs, on which Wei Gongqing half-drank the tea. Chonghua sat on his own chair, quietly observing the sleeping face, and suddenly he moved forward. , that hand went under Wei Gongqing's pillow...

He shook his hand.

The sleeping man moved uneasily, even frowning.

Chonghua looked at him and pulled the hand out from under the pillow.

He felt resistance.

Wei Gongqing was struggling, even though he was sleeping, he pulled his hands back vigorously.

Chonghua persisted and did not let go, the two stalemate for a while, and finally Wei Gongqing's strength gradually weakened, his arm was still pulled into a straight line, and that hand was also held by Chonghua.

He didn't wake up Wei Gongqing, even though he was strong, his movements were gentle.

He stroked his fist away, and Chonghua was very patient, rubbing each finger one by one, until finally Wei Gongqing's hand was completely let go, and the persistent strength was gone.

He spread that well-maintained hand in his palm, looked at it repeatedly, and finally his eyes fell on his wrist.

The trauma here was so severe that every time Wei Gongqing used his right hand, he would subconsciously control his strength and dare not use all his strength. He touched it and found that the bones inside were growing well. He had received good treatment, but Well, it's not what it used to be.

He started pressing from his wrist.

Not knowing whether it was his hypothermia or the discomfort of the wound, Wei Gongqing struggled for a while, but quickly calmed down. Chonghua looked at his face and rubbed the place repeatedly.

Wei Gongqing's hand was tilted upwards, and his sleeve slowly slid down under Chonghua's movement, exposing his arm, and Chonghua's attention was gradually attracted by that forearm.

Wei Gongqing's hair is not very heavy, there is only a layer of down on his arms, and his skin is not too white and tender, but it is very shiny and full of elasticity. From this angle, the skin seems to be shining faintly, very beautiful.

Chonghua's gaze extended down his arm, and finally landed in the shadow of his sleeve...

He rubbed his wrist, the feeling under his palm reminded him of what he touched that day...

In the carriage, that smooth and full body.

Wei Gongqing's blanket had slipped to his waist at this time, and was about to fall to the ground. Chonghua saw it, but he didn't care. He looked at his body, and his eyes paused when he passed his legs, waist, and chest. , finally, staying between his neckline...

Wei Gongqing's skirt was slightly opened, revealing a sharp triangle under his neck, Chonghua could see his chest and his collarbone looming...

Chonghua admired quietly.

……

Wei Gongqing slept very peacefully this time, but he had a strange feeling, as if he had been stripped clean, his body was played with at will, without reservation, every place was played with .

Opening his eyes in that weird feeling, he subconsciously looked at his body, his clothes were still intact, exactly the same as before he went to sleep, let alone being taken off by someone, there was not even a trace of touch, His belt was still tied in his awkward way, and the way the plackets overlapped was fine.

But that feeling is very strong.

Are you dreaming?

Wei Gongqing scratched his head subconsciously, but his hands couldn't move at all...

Only when Gongqing turned his head to look sideways, did he discover Chonghua beside him, and the hand he was holding himself...

'What are you doing? '

【small theater】

Reporter interview.

Reporter: Please describe the characteristics of the men currently on stage.

An author, pensive: Well, the characteristics, this one is so difficult, then, if I have to describe it, the death repair is the most "casual" one.

Reporter: What is casualness?

A certain author, shyly: Yes, it can be big or small...

reporter:……

A certain author smiled innocently.

Reporter: What about Zhonghua?

An author: Chonghua is the most 'flexible' one.

Reporter: What is flexibility?

A certain author, pat on the shoulder: I will understand it by myself in the future.

reporter:……

Reporter: What about Prince Jiang?

A certain author, with an innocent smile: one of the most perverted ones.

Young Lord Hou wept.