After transmigrating into a short-lived white moonlight, he married the heroine

"You... don't you know where the kitchen is?" Song Yi finally knew why Ji Yan'an stood at the door and didn't leave.

Ji Yan'an was full of embarrassment and planned to make up a nonsense reason, but the quick-talking Le Yan started again: "Miss' meals are delivered to the room specially. How can it be possible to go to a greasy place like the kitchen!"

In Le Yan's eyes, her young lady is like a bright moon and stars, she should hang high in the sky. No matter how beautiful Song Yi is, she is just a touch of color in the world, and cannot be compared with Ji Yan'an.Of course, Haoyue and Xingchen are not terrestrial.

Ji Yan'an raised her forehead, isn't this maid too stupid!Song Yi looked at Ji Yan'an's appearance and wanted to laugh, but in order to save her face, she didn't laugh out loud. She took Ji Yan'an's hand and said, "I'll take you there."

Ji Yan'an nodded, and looked at Le Yan reproachfully, but Le Yan was still scratching her head: "Miss, why do you always follow Miss Song to do some inexplicable things?"

The protagonist who did the "inexplicable" thing is still happily following the beauty through the Ji Mansion.

After running for an unknown amount of time, when the body that had not been exercising for a long time began to pant, Song Yi finally stopped and pointed to the room that exudes fragrance from the inside and said, "This is the kitchen."

If people who don't know the truth see it, they will think that the eldest lady in this mansion is Song Yi and not Ji Yan'an.Song Yi's way to the kitchen is not too familiar, it makes Ji Yan'an a little distressed.

It was only mentioned in the original text that when the original owner did not allow someone to deliver dinner to Song Yi, Song Yi went to the kitchen to make porridge for herself. Several nuns knocked over the bowls and chopsticks, and since then she has learned that the Ji Mansion still has a rule that no one is allowed to enter during cooking.

Familiar with the road... Ji Yan'an felt a little sad, Song Yi was supposed to be a condescending young lady in the first place.

Ji Yan'an is here to feel bad for her, but Song Yi has long since ignored her. Those cold and slender hands were about to let go of Ji Yan'an, but she held onto her tightly: "My hands are cold, you have to hold them for me all the time, warm."

Ji Yan'an began to play tricks, the touch in his hands was like touching a piece of fine jade, although it was cold but delicate and smooth, except for the fingertips, there were scars that were cracked by freezing.

You don't need to ask what's going on with the frost marks. You have to wash your clothes in this cold winter months. With Ji Tong'an's temper, how could he allow her to use hot water.

Song Yi couldn't resist her, so he walked into the kitchen holding hands.

The cooks who were stirring and frying vegetables in the firelight left and put down their work when they heard the voice, and bowed first.

"Say hello to the eldest lady!" The cooks acted in unison, and after being pardoned by Ji Yan'an, they all got up and continued cooking.

The nanny who was steaming pastries saw Ji Yan'an coming, and hurried over and asked, "Miss, are you hungry?"

Ji Yan'an came to the kitchen once in a hundred years, and when he came suddenly, everyone was shocked.

"Nurse, I want Miss Song to cook porridge for me, can you... find us a place?" Ji Yan asked politely, but the other party was easy to talk to.

"Miss orders, there must be a place for it." Saying that, the nanny kindly led Ji Yan'an and the two to the side room of the kitchen. There were several terracotta pots inside, including those for boiling medicine and soup, and A pot lay idle there.

"Miss, it's up to you." After finishing speaking, Mammy quit to make her own cakes, while Song Yi rolled up her sleeves, and without saying a word, asked for that kind of bowl to fill rice for washing.

Ji Yan'an knew that he couldn't get in the way, so he didn't stop him, so he obediently found a little man to sit on and rest his chin on, watching Song Yi cook the porridge.

Song Yi's snowy wrists dangled in front of Ji Yan'an's eyes, making Ji Yan'an look dumbfounded, and unconsciously raised her own little paw to look at it. Although it could catch the eye, it was not as good-looking as Song Yi's.

"Sure enough, a good-looking person looks good-looking all over." Ji Yanan laughed silly, thinking that the beauty in front of her was cooking porridge for herself and was happy.Song Yi is cooking porridge for herself!

I saw the beauty first took a bowl to fill a bowl full of rice, and then scooped water from the bucket to wash the rice, her movements were smooth and smooth, not like cooking porridge, but like a fairy casting a spell.

Bring some firewood, Song Yi skillfully lit the firewood with a candle and stuffed it under the stove at the bottom of the pot, the flame started to burn, Song Yi poured water into the pot to boil, then added rice, stirred it lightly, and covered the pot Cover and wait for it to cook itself.

After a series of actions, Song Yi finally had time to watch Ji Yan'an, but found that she was sitting on the stool in a daze, hugging her small arms and not knowing where to look.

Song Yi walked over and followed her gaze only to realize that Ji Yan'an was actually looking at his wrist.

"What's so good about wrists?" Song Yi also wanted to say something soft, but for some reason, she acted as if she wanted to reject people thousands of miles away when she opened her mouth.

Fortunately, Ji Yan'an has long been used to this Song Yi who is cold outside and hot inside. She took Song Yi's hand and showed it to Song Yi: "Look at your wrist, it's thin and white, it's so pretty!"

Ji Yan'an made no secret of her liking for Song Yi's appearance or any part, and it is no surprise that she praised Song Yi so enthusiastically.

"You like to look at other people's wrists so much?" Song Yi saw that she was holding his hand and looking at it endlessly, and asked dumbfoundedly.

Ji Yan'an shook her head, and said solemnly: "No, no, I only like to look at your wrist. Because only your wrist is good-looking, and only you are prettier than me!"

Ji Yan'an admired her art of speaking, and while praising Song Yi, she did not forget to be narcissistic, directly complacent.

As time went by, the porridge in the pot gradually gave off an aroma, which mixed with the smell of cooking in the kitchen, and Ji Yanan only had a table full of good dishes in his mind.The belly protests got bigger.

Song Yi stood up, looked at the rice in the pot, it was almost ready, put out the firewood first, then put the lid on and suffocate it before drinking. Seeing Ji Yan'an's hungry face was aggrieved, Song Yi suddenly remembered that she had three The experience of waking up hungry the night before and coming to the kitchen to steal snacks.

At that time, the dim sum was hard, but Song Yi still enjoyed it.

Seeing that Ji Yanan was hungry now, Song Yi actually wanted to get it for her again.

By some coincidence, Song Yi walked out of the side room and saw everyone was busy walking around, the pastry making lady over there was still lighting the fire, and a plate of pastries that had just been baked was placed on the table behind her, still steaming...

"Mommy, I'm sorry." Song Yi smiled a little more on her usually cold face. She walked around behind Nanny in a familiar way, picked up the plate of pastries and left, because she didn't wear a hairpin or anything. , walking lightly and silently, when Mammy realized it, only the corner of her clothes flew by.

"These children..." Of course Mammy knew what was going on, but she didn't pursue it, since the new cakes were about to come out anyway...