Dead wood fills the pillars

There was no village in front of the inn, and no store behind. Jiang Baili and his men ran a long way before bringing back a willow coffin.

Everyone hurriedly buried Gong Su's body.These big figures who have been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes rarely shed tears of men, quite like the sorrow of a rabbit dead and a fox.

Standing on tiptoe, Ji Wudi leaned into Yuan Aoce's ear and said, "Ah Ce, I'm hungry."

Don't tell me, I don't think so, it's Haishi now, and Yuan Aozai's stomach is empty.He was originally reluctant to stand here, but now he is even more willing to have an excuse to sneak away.

The two of them winked at Shang Que, and made a shush before stopping the exit.

Shang Que hesitated, then nodded helplessly.He knows the personality of the head of his family best, if he insists on keeping him, Bao Buqi will cause some trouble because of his displeasure.

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec quietly came to the kitchen.

The kitchen was in a mess, pots, pans and pans were scattered all over the place, and brooms and dustpans were scattered on the ground. This shows how hurried and active everyone was when fighting the fire.

Ji Wudi groped left and right, and finally found a pot, and looked at Yuan Aozec eagerly.

The corner of Yuan Aoce's mouth twitched, "Don't tell me, you don't know how to cook."

Ji Wudi pursed his lips, "Then let me tell you, I can't even cook vegetables."

"..." Yuan Aozai stared at him in disbelief, "Do you think I'm someone who knows how?"

Ji Wudi nodded vigorously, "A Ce is omnipotent."

"Don't think that if you give me a high hat, I will." Yuan Aozai turned his head away, reached out and rummaged through a pile of messy things, "Quickly see if there is anything that can be eaten directly."

Ji Wudi also buried himself in the search.

After a while, the two met and summarized the results.

Yuan Aocai took out a handful of limp green onions and two raw eggs.

Ji Wudi took out a small scoop of rice and a salt shaker.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and Yuan Aozai finally gave in and said, "I'll make a fire." Fortunately, he used to sleep outdoors a lot before, so making a fire shouldn't be a problem for him.

Ji Wudi put down his things, pointed to his nose and said, "What about me?"

Yuan Aoke pointed in the direction of the pot, "Put the things in your hand into the pot."

Ji Wudi looked at the things in his hand, and then at Yuan Aocai who turned around and squatted in front of the stove, concentrating on wrestling with the firewood, and asked, "Just throw it in like this?"

Yuan Aoce raised his head angrily, "Peel the eggs and add salt according to your discretion."

"Where are the rice and green onions?"

"Just let it go."

……

The fire in the stove is very hot.

The pot burned very happily, but what came out was much worse than what Yuan Aoce imagined. "Have you peeled the eggs?"

"Yeah!" Ji Wudi said, "You don't even know how cunning the egg is. As soon as I beat it, it slipped out. Fortunately, I caught it back quickly with my eyesight."

"Where did you get it back?"

"On the ground." Where Ji Wudi looked, there was still a little bit of egg white left on the ground.

"What about the salt?"

"I let them all go. Anyway, the inn belongs to the Blue Flame League, so if you don't let it go, you won't let it go."

Yuan Aozec continued without giving up: "... Where's the rice?"

"I also put them all away." Ji Wudi rested his chin, wondering, "But why is it different from the rice you eat? I used to think that rice is cooked from rice, but now I know, I was wrong."

Yuan Aozec twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Anyone who sees such a pile of dark things will know that you are wrong."

"Where is it on fire again?" Fan Jijing's voice came from the door, and then he appeared at the door, looking at Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Yuan Aozai said without changing his face: "Gong Su didn't eat when he died, I want to cook something to worship."

Fan Jijing patted his head and said, "If Mr. Yuan hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought of it. Mr. Yuan is worthy of being Mr. Yuan. He is indeed far-sighted and far-sighted."

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec suddenly remembered that they hadn't heard Fan Jijing's style of praise for several days.

Fan Jijing walked quickly to the stove, looked at the contents of the pot, and humbly asked for advice, "I don't know what Mr. Yuan and Master Ji are cooking? It smells so burnt."

Ji Wudi counted with his fingers: "Eggs, rice, green onions...salt."

Fan Jijing blinked and said, "Separate or together?"

Both Yuan Aozec and Ji Wudi looked at him in surprise.

Ji Wudi said: "Should we separate?"

"So..." Fan Jijing thought for a while, and then concluded in one sentence, "Now the green onions, eggs, rice and salt are fried dry without oil and water?"

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec nodded.

Fan Jijing silently stuffed the pot directly into the corner, and then asked, "Are there any other pots and rice?"

……

The three of them began to split up and pull up again.

During the chatter, Ji Wudi chatted, "Are you busy these days? You haven't brought the piano all this time."

Fan Jijing's hand that was turning over things paused slightly, "Sorry, I'll get it in a while. It's not that I'm busy, it's just..."

The more he didn't say anything, the more curious Ji Wudi became, and he simply squeezed to his side, "Seeing your ruddy complexion, could it be that you are trapped by love?"

Fan Jijing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Master Ji was joking. But it's not an exaggeration to say that he is trapped by love, it's just that this love is not that love."

Ji Wudi said: "What is this love, and what is that love?"

bang.

Yuan Aozai stuck a knife on the pillar, and said flatly, "It's either family or friendship."

Fan Jijing sighed and said, "It's just family affection."

……

Ji Wudi was surprised: "Are you Gong Su's illegitimate son?"

Yuan Aozec: "..."

Fan Jijing was stunned, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Of course not. Master Gong is only ten years older than me, how could he be my father?"

Ji Wudi stroked his chin and said, "Gong Su saw that he was very precocious."

"It's a pity that he died young." Fan Jijing looked sad.

Ji Wudi patted him on the shoulder and said, "You just said family affection..."

Fan Jijing said: "Actually, Hua Huaixiu is my cousin."

……

Ji Wudi worked hard to control the excitement on his face.

"Laugh if you want to." Yuan Aozec said sternly behind him.

Ji Wudi secretly grabbed his thigh with his hand, tears quickly gathered in his eyes, he patted Fan Jijing's shoulder in great sorrow and said: "I sympathize with you very much, there is a cousin like Hua Huaixiu." He tried his best to narrow his eyes point to prove that it is indeed sympathy, not envy.

Fan Jijing was touched and said: "Master Ji is really kind-hearted. In fact, I am used to it. When my mother left the Hua family to marry my father, she expected all the consequences. And she has always been very happy. So, even if It doesn't matter if the Hua family doesn't like me."

Ji Wudi stopped his tears and whispered, "Does Hua Huaixiu have someone he likes? What kind of person does he like?"

"Hmph." Although it was very soft, Fan Jijing and Ji Wudi still heard Master Yuan Aouche's cold snort very clearly.

So Ji Wudi immediately answered loudly: "The Hua family is so hateful, we must make Hua Huaixiu unable to marry his sweetheart for the rest of his life. Whoever he likes, we will go to him to discredit him, defile him, and insult him!"

"Defiled? Insulted?" Fan Jijing repeated foolishly.

Ji Wudi nodded and said: "Yes. Defiled his reputation, insulted his dignity...has nothing to do with his body." He wiped the wet corner of his mouth with his sleeve as he spoke.

Fan Jijing said: "In fact, he is not wrong. I was originally a low-level disciple of the Jiuhua Sect. If it wasn't for this time..." He paused, "It wouldn't be my turn to come to the banquet instead of the head."

Yuan Aocai took out the flour and threw it on the stove, "Can chatting fill you up?"

"Ah, yes, I haven't cooked for the palace lord yet." Fan Jijing stood up abruptly, put a few cabbage leaves out of his hands, put them by the stove, and scooped up water from the water tank.In order to put out the fire, the water was almost exhausted, and there were less than two fingers left in the water tank.With great difficulty, he scooped up two scoops, and he had to wash the vegetables and boil the water, so he was very stretched.

Ji Wudi watched curiously as he kneaded a small lump with water and flour, "What are you doing?"

"Gnoodles." Fan Jijing smiled, "My father loved the gnocchi made by my mother the most."

"Is it delicious?" Ji Wudi was full of expectation.

Perhaps he was afraid that his expectations would be high, and his disappointment would be even greater.Fan Jijing added: "Because apart from the gnocchi, everything my mother cooks is not tasty."

Ji Wudi said with emotion: "...if only your mother was here."

Fan Jijing was stunned and said, "Why?"

Yuan Aocai continued: "At least I can be sure that the gnocchi is delicious."

Fan Jijing put the gnocchi into the boiling water, then swept the leftover salt from the salt jar, and pretended to be casual, "My father and mother have passed away."

Yuan Aozec: "..." He is not a person who can comfort others, what's more, the death of both parents is nothing to an orphan like him who doesn't even know what his parents are.

Still Ji Wudi couldn't help comforting him and said, "Don't be afraid, my father and mother have also passed away."

Yuan Aozec: "..."

Fan Jijing said: "Master Ji has taught you the right thing. I am close to the age of weak crown, and I really shouldn't be entangled in these past events anymore."

Yuan Aozec: "..."

The gnocchi was finally fished out of the pot under the hot eyes of Yuan Aocai and Ji Wudi.

Before they could take over, Fan Jijing shared three bowls, "Mr. Yuan and Clan Master Ji are also hungry, right? Eat some."

……

Really eat a little.

Yuan Aozec and Ji Wudi looked at the small gnocchi standing alone in the middle of a piece of soup in the bowl speechlessly.

Fan Jijing only drank some soup, then picked up the bowl with the most bowls and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Yuan Aose moved lightly, standing in front of him.

"Send it to Lord Gong." Fan Jijing immediately came to his senses, "Or does Mr. Yuan want to send it in person?"

"..." Yuan Aocai was very hungry, but he was not too hungry to grab food from the dead, so he moved away slowly, "No need."

Holding the bowl, Fan Jijing cautiously walked out of the kitchen.

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec looked at his back, showing reluctance.

"It's on fire!" There was a burst of exclamation from the direction of the lobby!

With a bang, Fan Jijing dropped the bowl and ran away.

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozec were startled for a moment, then their eyes moved to the gnocchi on the ground that slipped out of the broken bowl.The beige plump little body, with a little bit of water, is even more black against the black floor.

With a reluctant gaze, he retracted.

There was a familiar sound of messy footsteps outside, accompanied by exclamation, as if the roof was about to be knocked over.

……

Ji Wudi and Yuan Aozai looked at each other, silently reached a consensus, lowered their heads together, scooped up the precious gnocchi, put it in their mouths, and chewed carefully.