Xiao Qinghuan

Although there is a small kitchen in the clinic, Zhuang Yi and Yan Qing don't eat here, so they seldom open fire. The two of them turned up and down, and only found half a bag of flour and a few eggs.

On weekdays, when serving porridge and serving meals, the soldiers from the Shenwei camp would prepare the big pot of rice first, and then bring it to the door. At this time, not to mention the people from the Shenwei camp, even Zhuang Yi, who was taking a break in the afternoon, had already returned to his place early The clinic was quiet inside and outside, except for the jade lion at the door, they were probably the only two living creatures left.

However, Mr. Jiang, who is usually omnipotent, finally ate up in this small kitchen. He weighed two eggs in his hand and looked at Yan Qing blankly.

As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and Jiang Xiaohan is no exception.Since he was a child, he has wandered back and forth between the book case and the martial arts hall, holding either a pen or a long sword in his hand, and he doesn't even know where to open the door of his own kitchen. The only life experience that can barely be related to "cooking" is A few years ago, I accompanied Ning Zongyuan to an autumn hunting trip. As a show of favor, I took the honor of being the first name, and I was able to hold a banquet in person.

However, that time there was also an accompanying servant who cleaned up the prey and put it on the iron rod. He only had to take it and put it on the fire.

If it is necessary to connect the two words Mr. Jiang and cooking, then it is probably "knowledgeless".

Fortunately, Yan Qing is not.

After Yan Qing watched Jiang Xiaohan try hard to pick the eggshell out of the bowl, and failed to ignite the sixth time, and almost made himself ashamed, he finally couldn't help but drove Jiang Xiaohan out of the kitchen.

Poor Mr. Jiang, who is under one person, has no majesty in this small Liujia Village. He can only be driven from the kitchen to the courtyard in disgrace, and is only given a bench as a rest.

The Jade Lion stood in the courtyard, flicking its tail boredly, and snorted happily when its master came out, and circled the horse stool twice, sweeping its ponytail back and forth, trying to get closer to Jiang Xiaohan.

Jiang Xiaohan moved the bench to the Jade Lion with a smile: "Are you envious?"

He lowered his voice as he spoke, and quietly pointed to the lit kitchen behind him: "He's making food for me."

Poor Jade Lion is a beast. If it could understand what Jiang Xiaohan said, it might even have the heart to trample him to death.It's a pity that although Bao Ju is quite human, he is not smart enough to understand human speech.After Jiang Xiaohan showed off, he felt like a brat who couldn't hold his breath, and looked up at the sky with some embarrassment.

Even the rainy season seemed to be coming to an end. Once the rain stopped, the cool night wind became milder. Jiang Xiaohan patted the Jade Lion's front hooves. Fang Fang already understood what he meant. He bent his legs meekly and knelt on the ground. on the ground.

Jiang Xiaohan moved the bench to the side of the Jade Lion, leaned against the horse's back, squinted his eyes and looked at the seemingly invisible stars in the sky.The dark clouds dissipated quietly, and the moon, which had been hiding for more than half a month, finally saw the sky again. Jiang Xiaohan squinted his eyes comfortably and bathed in the moonlight.Yan Qing's figure was reflected on the window, stretched and swayed by the candlelight, Jiang Xiaohan watched him busy in an orderly manner behind the thin oil paper, and felt a little hot in his heart.

If it was said that he still hesitated for a moment on the way from Pingjiang Mansion to Liujia Village, but at this moment, he had already made up his mind.

In a person's life, there will always be one time to put aside the impulse of the so-called "should" and "must", come from the heart, and never look back.

He has lived for more than [-] years, walking alone until now, his parents have left, his teachers and friends have resigned, and he has already become alone.In addition, due to his special status in Beijing, he has not been married for so many years. God knows if he is just waiting for today's encounter, waiting for God to return him as a destined person.

"Just once." He withdrew his gaze from the warm-colored window paper, leaned on his horse and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, as if muttering to himself, or swearing to the stars: "Jiang Xiaohan, in this life, just ask this one person."

He clearly didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he still blurted out what was in his heart by accident.Thinking about it, it was because of love, and subconsciously found a sustenance.

He had always sneered at "love at first sight" before, and he only felt that in life, if one is blindly led by the nose by the so-called "feeling", it would be no different from an animal led by instinct.However, when this taste really fell on him, he had to admit that his previous knowledge was too shallow.

There is such a person, as long as he appears, he can easily occupy his eyes, which makes him happy and makes him toss and turn.

"There is only one person who will never change until death."

Jiang Xiaohan hasn't enjoyed peace for too long, and he almost forgot what joy and satisfaction feel like.But those uncontrollable heartbeats brought by Yan Qing made him suddenly feel that he was still alive in the world.This kind of heartbeat made him unable to give up, and he was willing to indulge in it, so that he felt unbearable just thinking about those days without waves in the ancient well. Lock it firmly, for fear that there will be nothing left after a moment of hesitation.

His voice was soft and slow, almost blowing away in the wind as soon as he uttered it, he didn't seem to care about what happened to Yan Qing in the future - because he had already made a decision, so it didn't matter if the other party didn't accept it, as long as he was worthy of himself heart, it is enough to keep one's oath.

Yan Qing who was in the house naturally didn't know that he had gained a sincere heart just now, and he was busy making food for Mr. Jiang who came from afar.

Yan Qing doesn't have the rules of a nobleman like Jiang Xiaohan. He grew up with Lu Feng in Kunlun since childhood, and the mountains are inaccessible. For many years, there were only Lu Feng and him.Lu Feng probably didn't have much talent in cooking, and the things he cooked were only acceptable, so the job of cooking fell on him when he was 15 years old.

Time was running out, so Yan Qing could only hastily rolled out some noodles and boiled them in water. He was afraid that Jiang Xiaohan might not be used to the simple food in the mountains, so he specially laid down two poached eggs.

When he walked out of the kitchen with the porcelain bowl, he saw Jiang Xiaohan had fallen asleep leaning on the horse's back.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered that when he first met Jiang Xiaohan, the other party was also like this on the carriage into the city, as if this person had always looked so defenseless in front of him.

Jiang Xiaohan's long eyelashes drooped down, he was holding the sword, his two long legs rested on the ground wrongedly, and he was nestled in the small bench, looking pitiful.

In fact, Yan Qing didn't know that things in Pingjiang Mansion were chaotic and disorderly, and Jiang Xiaohan was in the whirlpool, so naturally he was exhausted.He finally figured out what happened there, not only did he not have a good rest for a few days, he even traveled all the way to this mountain village overnight.

He once regarded Jiang Xiaohan's "wait for me" as an impulsive word out of desperation. self at risk.

But Jiang Xiaohan obviously took it seriously, and was hung up by these two words day and night, forcing him to move forward quickly.

The author says:

Thank you Ziqi for the fish food~