Essential Accomplishments of A Perfect White Moonlight

Too much.

Really too much.

At any rate, we lived a happy life together for four years, and now we finally meet each other, but we don't even have a good meal.

Yan Yiming is actually not very picky eater, so there is always something she can eat on such a table, but, no!

A good West Lake vinegar fish will have more inexplicable perilla, and there will be finely chopped coriander in the tender soup. Every dish will always touch the thunder point that she never wants to touch. The double impact made her want to turn around and leave.

But it just doesn't work.

Jiang Yi clearly did it on purpose.

You can skip the things you like, but eat the things you don't like. Yan Yiming glanced at the green coriander, and the smell seemed to have wafted to the tip of his nose.

But Jiang Yi saw her staring at the ginseng chicken soup, and he took the initiative to serve her a bowl. It was very natural, "Jing wife once said that drinking soup before meals is better than a good medicine. Taste it first, but it can moisten the intestines and transform the food."

At that time, Jiang Yi was small and thin, and Yan Yiming thought of ways to supplement his nutrition. Whenever he had a meal together, he would let him drink a bowl of ginseng chicken soup first, and then said this sentence very smoothly. .

Even if she didn't say anything about Jiang Yi, she would be obedient, but after she finished speaking, Jiang Yi's eyes were brighter than usual. Back then, a bowl of chicken soup, a walnut, and a date were all her wishes, and Jiang Yi treasured them all in his heart.

It's a pity that Yan Yiming was just thinking about the time when he was in a trance for a moment, and then he was distracted by the pungent coriander. Yan Yiming could only divert his attention as much as possible, and then said shamelessly, "So there is such an allusion, Your Madam knows a lot."

Jiang Yi looked at her, nodded and smiled lightly, "Yes, she does know a lot."

Yan Yiming coughed lightly, "If there is a chance, I will definitely meet Mrs. Zun."

Jiang Yi's smile was slightly suppressed, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he said after a long time, "Jing's wife has passed away."

"Ah", Yan Yiming exclaimed in surprise, and immediately revealed a look of shame, and immediately begged for forgiveness, the look of shame in his eyes was obvious, and there was no trace of deceit.

Jiang Yi withdrew his eyes and pulled out a not-so-soft smile, "It's okay, Princess, let's have dinner."

Yan Yiming: "..."

After talking for a long time, I still have to eat this meal.

A true warrior should dare to face the bleak life, feel like trying to destroy the human nature of coriander, drink a sip of chicken soup under Jiang Yi's gaze, exclaim in admiration, "It's really good", and then take a second sip very calmly .

Little Apple could hear the host's deep-seated refusal at this moment, but also saw Jiang Yi's surprised eyes gradually dim again, and couldn't bear to look directly away.

One person endured the discomfort and couldn't swallow it, and the other person was cautiously probing with hope, who was torturing whom.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he would think of such absurd possibility, he clearly never believed in ghosts and gods.

He just lost her for too long, was alone for too long, and thought about her so unrealistically for too long, and in the end he even started to be dazed, what was he looking forward to.

She is clearly the most straightforward character, and she never touches things she doesn't like.

But Jiang Yi never thought that she is a person who has experienced the battlefield and life and death, there are many things she doesn't like, but there are also many things that she can force herself to endure.

Yan Yiming didn't show any dislike on his face, those things that she would never touch before, but now she can put them into her mouth without changing her expression.

Jiang Yi wanted to laugh for a while, but he couldn't, but the hand he looked at was stunned for a moment.

He already knew that he was thinking too much, but there were familiar similarities inadvertently appearing in front of him.

Mrs. Jiang had taught her daughter many times to ask her why she suddenly used chopsticks like that when she was so good. Ah Ming used her weird way of holding chopsticks and said nonchalantly, "It's enough to eat enough."

The way she uses her chopsticks is more like holding a pen. Lan Xiu once laughed that if she held it so tightly, she would not be as flexible as others. She refused to admit defeat and asked someone to fill a plate of pearls, and competed with Lan Xiu to hold pearls with chopsticks.

Jiang Yi sat on the sidelines and watched her sometimes childishly playful, and finally really won Lan Xiu's appearance when she raised her eyebrows and smiled, that was a time he never forgot.

The children of the clan have practiced their sitting and lying postures since they were young. The posture of drinking tea and the rules of eating are all rigid. Except for Ah Ming, the princess in front of me is the second person who can't use chopsticks.

It's a pity that this time, even Yan Yiming himself didn't notice it.

After all, in modern times, there are countless people like her who can't use chopsticks, and she happens to be one of them. She never feels that she is a special one, so Yan Yiming never thinks that this matter deserves her attention.

But someone had engraved all her words, deeds, and actions in his heart, remembered all her details clearly, and now even clearly identified her differences.

The same awkward technique, the same height for holding chopsticks.

One hundred secrets and one sparse.

If you accidentally underestimate a person's inner persistence, you will always pay a small price.

It's a pity that Yan Yiming ate a lot of unpalatable food in vain, but the suspicion was aroused again by the two chopsticks.

Jiang Yi sighed, and his eyes fell on Yan Yiming's face. For some reason, it seemed that he could see a bit of reluctance from her unchanging expression.

No anger, just unbearable.

Jiang Yi put down the chopsticks in his hand, and the chopsticks made a light knock on the bowl, Yan Yiming raised his head slightly surprised, "Why?"

"It's not delicious, maybe the cook didn't control the heat well," Jiang Yi said, "I wanted to invite the princess to taste the food, but I didn't want to make it like this."

Yan Yiming was surprised why Jiang Yi suddenly changed his attitude. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out where he was showing his secrets. In the end, he could only think that Jiang Yi finally stopped doubting and lost his mood.

If this is the best, if it's something else, I can't think of anything else now. After suffering for so long, it's great to finally be able to put down the chopsticks in a fair manner.

"I think it's not bad," Yan Yiming said incredulously, "It seems that the cook in Mr. Jiang's house is too good, which makes the dishes here difficult to swallow. If there is a chance..."

Jiang Yi looked at her and smiled inexplicably, "If there is a chance, I will invite the princess and Master Wei to taste the cooking skills of Jiangfu."

Yan Yiming: ...

I'm just saying it casually, why do you insist on picking it up?

And it stands to reason that Jiang Yi shouldn't have given up?

Yan Yiming frowned, feeling that things were different from what he had imagined, but he couldn't find any loopholes.

Wei Xiongjie didn't understand why drinking tea and eating with Jiang Yi would drive him away, but he didn't dare to disobey Yan Yiming's intention, and he hurried forward when he saw Yan Yiming and Jiang Yi walking out of the teahouse together.

Both of them had their own thoughts in their hearts, but they both acted as if nothing had happened. Wei Xiongjie never saw a clue on their faces, so he could only bid farewell to Jiang Yi and follow Yan Yiming back.

When the carriage moved around, Wei Xiongjie couldn't hold back and looked back, but met Jiang Yi's gaze.

The calm eyes of that man just now were firmly nailed to Yan Yiming's carriage at this moment, that kind of heavy that made people suddenly frightened, the storm that never took away the waves in his eyes when he saw him.

Wei Xiongjie's heart trembled, but when he looked again, only Jiang Yi's tall figure remained.

What the **** happened to them.