The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The night fell completely, and the last gloomy purple glow faded away.

The bonfire was surging, and the pine logs were piled up into small pyramids and surrounded by burning. On it was a roasted whole lamb, roasted by the rising heat, and the roasted golden lamb sprinkled with seasonings was dripping with transparent fat.

The smell of meat that makes people move their index fingers overflows in the yard full of wind and snow. The hungry guests smell this fragrance and their stomachs suddenly bulge.

Sitting in the spacious living room, Shen Baojun stared intently at the waiter outside the open-air yard turning the iron rod across the lamb, so that the lamb was roasted more evenly. Salivating, Shen Baojun turned his head and asked Shen Qingchuan , "Third brother, how long will it take for this lamb to be roasted?"

The top of the living room casts a faint and bright light, which falls on Shen Qingchuan's gently fluttering thick eyelashes, and casts a small shallow shadow under the eyelids, which is as awe-inspiring as a butterfly's wings, which is different from the usual plump and warm feeling. It was a bit quiet tonight, but it was just right for his clear profile to imprint a faint and indifferent impression on others, and it also added a layer of elegance to his beauty, which was different from ordinary people, as if his existence was like a precious gem that attracted others. All eyes were sucked and drained by this jewel bit by bit.

When those eyes, filled with clear snow light, fade away, clean, moist and soft, just a slight glance over them can make the person who is looking at them spread from the soles of their feet to the heart, and a trace of ungraspable eyes will spontaneously pop up. Unable to tremble.

Shen Baojun was stunned for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and he couldn't help clicking his tongue. The third brother tonight seems to be a little different from usual.

Shen Baojun glanced at the people present again, and sure enough, everyone else was staring at the third brother in a daze. Edward, who was sitting next to him, was engrossed in eating the white radish in the bowl, but he raised his head from time to time, leaking out. He didn't dare to look directly at the past, but his eyes fell on his third brother.

Even Zhuang Xiaoxiao, who was talking with the fourth sister Shen Xinsu, was often distracted and focused on Shen Qingchuan, while the third sister-in-law Guan Boya was wearing a cheongsam with dark patterns of begonia patterns and a neatly cut and elegant gray woolen coat , his long hair was coiled up, and the heibao diamond hair accessory net gauze obliquely covered half of his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the jade complexion and red lips formed a very visually impactful beauty, cold and dangerous.

Guan Boya was holding a glass of wine, his posture was lazy and casual, his aura was too strong and harsh, Shen Baojun didn't dare to look at him too much, for some reason, once he met the third sister-in-law's long and narrow phoenix eyes, his heart would be full of excitement. The timidity of vain fear, dare not make mistakes, for fear of some terrible consequences.

Guan Boya's attention was always on Shen Qingchuan. Although the two did not talk to each other, Guan Boya could help Shen Qingchuan with whatever dish he wanted to take, handing it and taking it, and his movements were smooth and smooth. They cooperated seamlessly, like two There is a tacit understanding between people's hearts, as if they have a tacit understanding like twins.

Shen Baojun was a little afraid of Guan Boya in his heart, but he dared to get close to his third brother, the natural intimacy of a teenager towards his elder brother, and he said with a long tail, "Third brother——"

The young man has an elder brother who pampers him, completely devoid of the usual mature attitude, and his demeanor bears a bit of Shen Zhenfei's pampering shadow. Shen Baojun and Shen Zhenfei are twins, they have similar eyebrows, even the eyes they look at Shen Qingchuan are exactly the same , full of admiration and admiration.

Shen Qingchuan flipped the ingredients in the hot pot with long and long chopsticks, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he put the cooked vegetables into his bowl, and said, "Hungry?"

"You eat these pads first, and the barbecue is estimated to be baked for another 15 minutes before being served on the table."

As he spoke, Shen Qingchuan picked up the cooked mutton slices and other vegetarian dishes from the hot pot, and thoughtfully distributed them to the bowls of other people on the round table.

Shen Qingchuan was about to hand the cooked ingredients to Edward, but there was an episode where Edward was so flustered that he almost overturned the bowl he was holding in his hand when he got up, if this bowl fell into the hot pot, the hot pot soup would definitely splash Red oil is everywhere.

Fortunately, the person sitting next to him was Leng Qiudu, who had a good response. He was agile, stretched out his arm, and firmly wrapped his hand around the bowl that was swinging from side to side, so that he was saved from a disaster.

Edward was distracted just now, thinking about the hot spring snow scene he saw in the afternoon. At this time, the person involved in the hot spring snow scene was sitting diagonally across from him.

Huo Ran, Shen Qingchuan called him, Edward hadn't gotten out of the dirty fantasies that made people blush and heartbeat came out of his mind, just imagining it just made his mouth dry, and he naturally panicked.

Edward felt guilty, he didn't dare to look directly into Shen Qingchuan's eyes, his eyes wandered, he was afraid that if he looked at him, the secret in his heart would be revealed.

There was a patch of red on the ear tips under the golden blonde hair, and Mingjun's face was flushed. He was obviously tall and mighty, with a strong physique. At this moment, he looked like a pure lamb.

"Edward, your face is as red as the whole roasted lamb outside." Shen Baojun said bluntly, the young man thought it was very funny that the tall foreigner faltered at his third brother's blushing, so he said it carelessly.

Shen Qingchuan interpreted Edward's blushing to mean that he was still embarrassed by the episode just now, and helped him out, "He probably choked on the chili just now, don't laugh at him, he was not used to spicy food before."

Shen Qingchuan filled Edward with a bowl full of meat and vegetables, Edward just lowered his head and ate the vegetables, he didn't dare to look at Shen Qingchuan at all.

Shen Qingchuan took care of almost everyone, sharing meals and serving dishes, what the people present liked to eat, and what their taboos were.

After Shen Qingchuan finished picking up the dishes for Leng Qiudu, he sat back to his seat, everyone present was taken care of by Shen Qingchuan, except Guan Boya who had been left out for a long time, his bowl was empty.

His little Mr. Shen is still angry with him.

What can be done?I can only relax and coax.

When the roasted whole lamb came up, Guan Boya picked up the long knife and cut the roasted whole lamb into slices of the same thickness. Light dancing, skillful movements, if the knife is in his hand, such vulgar things as cutting meat, on the contrary, he has a special charm, dangerous and elegant.

He put the sliced ​​mutton into Shen Qingchuan's bowl. Knowing that Shen Qingchuan didn't like to eat too fatty food, he specially cut the lean part of the roasted whole lamb shank. However, the taste makes the index finger move.

There was no need for Shen Qingchuan to do anything, Guan Boya picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, and brought it to Shen Qingchuan's mouth, as long as Shen Qingchuan opened his mouth, he could taste the delicious and tender roast lamb without moving a finger.

"Third brother, third sister-in-law treats you very well!" Shen Baojun laughed and joked.

Guan Boya's hand holding the chopsticks was still raised, Shen Qingchuan gave him a sideways glance, and finally gave him face, and ate the piece of roast mutton that he picked up, the tip of his tongue curled up, and his lips were also shiny with oil.

The mutton was grilled just right, the juice was firmly locked in the meat slices, the gravy was so rich that once it was in his mouth, the gravy flowed down the corners of Shen Qingchuan's mouth.

Guan Boya's phoenix pupils dimmed, it's a pity, it's too wasteful, there are too many people in the way, otherwise he really wants to go over and have a taste.

"Sir, let me wipe it for you." The hoarse voice was indistinguishable.

Guan Boya picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Shen Qingchuan's mouth. Covered by the handkerchief, her cool fingertips didn't seem to mind brushing against her warm lips. Hot lips.

Maybe Guan Boya's gaze was too explicit, his eyes pierced through the black net veil, like a starved wolf, with eyes full of piercing deep green light, wishing to catch the prey locked by his gaze on the spot Skin and bone removed.

Shen Qingchuan gave him a sideways glance, with the expression of an unmoved king, he bit his fingertips with his white teeth, and a faint salty smell permeated his mouth.

Warn the other party not to act blatantly.

The movements of the two are very secretive. Others can't see the confrontation between the two in secret. They only feel that the newlyweds are loving and sweet.

But except for the two sisters and brothers of the Shen family who felt very warm after seeing this scene, the other people present had their own experience.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao and Shen Xinsu talked and laughed happily as usual, but her eyes never turned to Shen Qingchuan since the moment Guan Boya picked up vegetables for Shen Qingchuan, as if deliberately avoiding any eye contact.

Edward only cared about drinking by himself, his face was slightly drunk, and his eyes moved to Shen Qingchuan from time to time.

"Brother Leng, eat your vegetables. The food is almost cold." Shen Baojun was embarrassed to keep looking at Shen Qingchuan and Guan Bo Yaxiu's affection, and turned his eyes to Leng Qiudu who hadn't moved a chopstick. A layer of white oil was condensed, and it was freezing cold. If this dish was taken out of the hot pot and not eaten, it would be cold in a while.

"Yeah." Leng Qiudu hummed lightly, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth, his expression was as indifferent as snow covered on the eaves, cold food No matter how strong the condiment is sprinkled, it is tasteless, like chewing white wax.

Shen Baojun saw that Leng Qiudu was not interested in talking, so he turned his head and joined Shen Xinsu and Zhuang Xiaoxiao's chat, but the chat was full of enthusiasm.

The hot pot in the center of the round table is still boiling, and the rising white mist gathers and diffuses towards the lights above. It is faint, and the sight of the people on the opposite side is not very clear.

Shen Qingchuan's face is hidden in the light and mist, in the seemingly countless tiny particles, in a beam of light that raises a light mist and falls in succession, blurring the outline, his eyebrows are like a landscape painting spread out, the distant mountains and mist are always sentimental , sparkling waves flowing in the eyes.

Leng Qiudu raised his head, but the moment he met Shen Qingchuan's eyes, he pretended to turn a blind eye.

At the end of the cold weather, the snow suddenly became heavy, and his heart seemed to be like this.

Shen Qingchuan was still thinking that Shen Zhenfei hadn't eaten yet, thinking that she had cried bitterly, and didn't like to eat too fishy food, so he only brought a small plate of grilled lamb slices, and prepared extra goat's milk soup and various kinds of meat that she liked to eat. Exquisite Dim Sum.

She was too young, and young people always think that they hold the truth in their hands, that they are right, as if they only know that the burning fire can destroy the obstacles that block the way forward, and can also burn the things they cherish the most.

Shen Qingchuan knocked on the door, but there was no answer in the room. He knew that Shen Zhenfei was in the room, and the bright light leaked from the gap between the two doors to the ground, and he called twice, "Zhenfei?"

The room was still silent, Shen Qingchuan sighed, lifted the food box, pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and said, "I'm coming in."