Learn to cook Xiaojiao online goose raising [Gourmet]

Leaning on the side of the bed, Chongyun propped up his upper body with one hand, while the fingers of the other hand sank into Zeyu's long black hair, his eyes gradually blurred.

After a muffled groan, Chong Yun half closed his eyes, and it took him a while to regain his consciousness.

"Now you got your wish? Am I delicious?"

Reluctantly tidying up Li Zeyu's messy temple hair, Chong Yun raised his chin with one hand, and gently rubbed his red lower lip with his thumb, just in time to meet his watery phoenix eyes:

The pale golden pupils were fascinated, faintly reflecting Chongyun's appearance in the haze, the originally white jade-like cheeks turned pink due to the turbulent breath, the dark and slender eyelashes fluttered gently, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of the eyes, as if It's like being bullied by someone.

His gaze fell on the silver thread at the corner of Zeyu's mouth, Chongyun choked for breath, and belatedly remembered to wipe it off with a handkerchief.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Zeyu seemed to know what he was thinking, instinctively raised his head, his Adam's apple slipped, and swallowed everything in his mouth. The bright red tip of his tongue unconsciously licked his lips, as if tempting Chongyun to taste deeply.

"you……"

Climbing up from the belly again as if the hotness could not be restrained, Chongyun obviously felt that the place released just now was more uncomfortable.

Just now his cheeks were sore, Zeyu thought that he could finally let her go, but when he lowered his head, his face froze instantly:

"What are you doing again?"

"It's all your fault."

Chong Yun's voice was hoarse, and he pushed forward suddenly, grabbed his lower lip, and sucked him lightly and sometimes hard; his hands were not idle, out of politeness, after bullying Zeyu, he had to "comfort" him.

"Very comfortable?"

With one hand around the limp Zeyu, Chongyun took out the other hand from under Zeyu's shirt, wiped it on the handkerchief, and teased:

"As we all know, whoever is long is the superior, now I am convinced."

Both shoulders trembled slightly, Zeyu grabbed Chongyun's sleeve tightly with one hand, his lips parted slightly, his eyes were half closed, immersed in the long aftertaste, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Compared with other dragons, he is a model of pure heart and asceticism. He has been practicing for several years without any other thoughts.

Therefore, in the face of Chongyun's intentional teasing, he has no power to resist, and can only obediently let him manipulate him.

And that feeling was unexpectedly graceful, as if a warm current burst out in his body, and then melted into his blood, making him feel comfortable all over, and even made him unable to control his body for a moment.

"I'll go wash with you."

Kissing Zeyu's forehead, Chongyun picked up the limp Xiaojiao and put it in the tub, and was going to undress him.

At this time, Zeyu seemed to be belatedly aware, and with a "chiliu", she changed back to her original shape and dived underwater, deliberately avoiding his claws.

"how?"

Looking at the little Jiao who was unwilling to float up at the bottom of the water, Chong Yun raised the corners of his mouth, calmly took off his robe, and simply soaked his whole body in the water.

Zeyu:! ! !

"If you don't come up, I have to go in and catch you."

Before Zeyu could react, Chongyun firmly held the blue jiao with both hands, holding it in front of his eyes, with a half-smile:

"If I tie a knot for you now, won't you be able to escape?"

"No! Let me go, didn't you say wash me?"

Frightened so that her scales stood up, Zeyu struggled desperately and had to beg for mercy:

"I'm tired today."

"Don't move when you're tired, let me wash for you."

Chong Yun would not force him, gently pressed Xiao Jiao to his chest, carefully poured water on his scales, and joked in a low voice:

"Be quiet, otherwise it won't be good if I see you are so cute and can't help it."

After a lot of tossing, Chongyun carried Zeyu back to the bed, changed back to his original shape, wrapped him in his wings, and rested until midnight.

"Is your spirit better, shall we go?"

Shaking off all the feathers, Chongyun jumped to the ground and asked Zeyu who was sitting by the bed.

"it is good,"

Unceremoniously sitting on the back of the white bird, Zeyu combed his snow-white feathers, and asked lazily:

"Say, should we just throw that Taoist priest out of the city, or should we have some fun first?"

The bird's beak lightly pecked at Zeyu's lips. Chongyun had planned for a long time, and replied:

"Then have some fun. I happen to have something here, and I might be able to use it."

He carried Zeyu on his back and flew to the place where the Taoist priest was resting. The old Taoist priest was snoring loudly, so he threw a small white flower into the room through the window.

The little white flower seemed to be alive, it floated lightly to the top of the old Taoist's head, and disappeared under the pillow in an instant.

After the preparations were complete, the two flew to the courtyard of the Wang family again. Chongyun asked, "It's ok, here is Xiaobaicai, what do you think?"

Zeyu had no idea at the moment, so he had to say, "Take it home first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"I don't know how to repay you."

Yubaicai also understands that it is reasonable for the two people in front of them not to save it, saving it is purely out of kindness:

"As long as I can do it, please ask."

"You're welcome, it's just a little effort."

Zeyu waved his hand and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, we will take you back to Wang's house when the old Taoist priest leaves."

Because of the little method they performed yesterday, the old Taoist priest might not wake up within two days. Zeyu originally planned to observe the newly planted celestial grass, but accidentally discovered that someone was sneaking in front of the shop and peeping.

"Is there something wrong? You can go in and talk."

Terrified by the sudden voice behind him, Wang Ye almost bumped his head against a tree, turned around and saw Zeyu standing behind him with a smile on his face, and wanted to run involuntarily.

"A visitor is a guest, sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving."

Picking up Wang Ye's collar with one hand, Zeyu lifted him up effortlessly, and walked leisurely into the shop:

"Don't worry, I won't eat you."

"I have no money."

Compared with the first time, Wang Ye's face was much rosier, a healthy wheat color; but the clothes looked like they had been rolled on the ground, and the top and bottom were full of dust and holes.

Zeyu froze for a moment, nodded his forehead amusedly, and pushed a cup of tea in front of him:

"I don't need money for tea here, drink it."

First he took a peek at Zeyu, Wang Ye saw that he didn't seem to be cheating him, he stretched out his hand tentatively, and when his hands touched the edge of the tea bowl, he looked at Zeyu hesitantly, and saw the latter smiling at him. Nodding his head, Fang held the tea bowl tightly and drank it in one gulp.

"What are you doing here? Are you still feeling unwell?"

As soon as Zeyu finished speaking, Wang Ye shook his arms, put down the tea bowl, and looked out the door.

The hall was so silent that only the rustling of the leaves outside the house could be heard. Zeyu made a "hush" gesture to Chongyun who wanted to speak, sat opposite Wang Ye, and waited patiently.

"Mother said that she will come here to buy brown sugar glutinous rice cakes for me after the Chinese New Year."

After a while, Wang Yefang said something in a low voice, and his eyes turned red at some point.

Chong Yun and Ze Yu looked at each other, Ye Qingqing probably won't come back, they shouldn't be the ones to tell Wang Ye.

But looking at the child's appearance, it really made people feel distressed, Zeyu looked away, and said in a deep voice:

"wait."

The brown sugar glutinous rice cake just out of the pan, the brown sugar is wrapped in a crispy skin, and the glutinous rice is delicate and soft, sweet and attractive.

Staring blankly at the steaming brown sugar glutinous rice cakes on the table, Wang Ye twitched the corners of his mouth, unwilling to move his chopsticks:

"I want my mother to buy it for me. She said she would buy it, and she will definitely come to buy it."

Sighing silently, Zeyu tactfully said:

"Your clothes, why don't you take them off first, and I'll have someone mend them for you?"

Shaking his head vigorously, Wang Ye wiped the corners of his eyes with his dirty sleeve, stood up and bowed deeply to Zeyu:

"I'm waiting for my mother outside the store. She has been visiting me quietly for the past few days, and she should come here soon."

The red glutinous glutinous rice cakes on the table were cold and sticky early in the morning, and Zeyu didn’t have the heart to reheat them. Wang Ye’s words just echoed in his mind, and he always felt that something was wrong, so he asked Chongyun:

"Ye Qingqing didn't leave, did she?"

The author has something to say:

Chong Yun: If you are not physically strong enough to attack, give up ╮(╯_╰)╭

Zeyu: ...Who says I'm not physically strong (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻