three feet away from me

When going back, Du Xingqing carefully pulled Wen Xucong. Although he didn't say anything, he was very cautious in every move, for fear of bumping into the delicate young master again. He was extremely nervous.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way. Wen Xucong was a man of few words, but when Du Xingqing didn't speak, he became even more silent.

When he arrived at the cabin, Du Xingqing was carrying the basket to wash. Inside was the little mushroom that he threw a stone and knocked it off, and the two squatted on the ground to pick it up for a long time.

Wen Xucong stood by the pool, rolled up his sleeves, picked up one and put it under the water.

"You put it there, let me wash it." Du Xingqing grabbed his hand and pushed him aside. There was a small bench in front of the stove in the kitchen. Du Xingqing raised his chin over there: "You sit there."

This is not letting him do anything, Wen Xucong raised his head and wanted to say something to him, but Du Xingqing lowered his head and kissed him on the face: "Be obedient, I don't need you here."

Wen Xucong's face blushed silently, and he stood behind Du Xingqing, not going to sit on the small bench.

Du Xingqing picked up the cleaned mushrooms, put them in a basket to drain, and turned to ask Wen Xucong, with a smile: "How do you want to eat mushrooms? Soup or fried."

Wen Xucong thought for a while: "It's all fine."

It's really easy to feed, Du Xingqing? To peel the bamboo shoots, the bamboo shoots are white and plump, looking very juicy.

"What about the bamboo shoots, how do you want to eat them?" Du Xingqing put the bamboo shoots next to the mushrooms.

"What kind of food can bamboo shoots be made of?" Wen Xucong asked.

"It's quite a lot," Du Xingqing thought about the things he had eaten before: "Bamboo bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot soup, and chicken with bamboo shoots are all delicious."

"Oh," Wen Xucong nodded, and the same sentence: "I? I can do it."

...Du Xingqing turned around and looked at him: "Then me? What was said just now was for nothing?"

"Ah?" The young master stood there, although he didn't say anything, but what do you have to give me today? Say something, or I won't let it go? The young master thought for a while: "That can be all Do it again?"

"What are you doing?" Du Xingqing stayed where he was.

"The dishes you just mentioned." Wen Xucong raised his head, his eyes were innocent, his expression? Innocent.

"That..." Du Xingqing pushed him out of the kitchen: "You'd better not order."

Wen Xucong was pushed outside. He couldn't help laughing. He raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "I don't order food anymore. Mr. Du will give me a chance."

Du Xingqing couldn't help laughing either: "Young Master Du won't give you a chance, you just wait at the table and go."

He said it out of anger, but in fact, the dishes were washed, and a fire was about to be lit for cooking. Summer was already sweltering, if Du Xingqing stayed by the fire, he was afraid that the young master would be melted by the fire.

Seeing the young master walk into the house, he refused to stop and started tidying up the house, moving the vase for a while, and tidying up the cabinet for a while. Du Xingqing wanted to chase him out with a spatula, but he didn't want to make Wen Xucong unhappy , Just shovel two shovels in the pot, look up, shovel two shovels, and look up again.

Keep doing this until you finish frying a table of dishes.

Saying that Wen Xucong was not allowed to order food, Du Xingqing still cooked a soup with mushrooms and fresh bamboo shoots, added duck and chicken, and fried a few more dishes.

Putting the last dish on the plate, Du Xingqing looked towards the kitchen door, and was about to call out for dinner, when he saw the young man who had cleaned up the house sitting by the door, looking at the sky and looking far away, wondering what he was thinking.

The golden sunset fell on him, illuminating half of his face like a piece of jade, cold and lifeless.

Suddenly, he swallowed what he was about to say. Du Xingqing put down the shovel, washed the handle, and walked over to rub the little boy's face. There was a touch of red on the snow-white face, and he became more angry.

"Let's go to the river to eat! Cool, isn't there a wooden stake?"

What Du Xingqing was talking about was the creek behind the house. There was a big wooden pile beside the creek. The trunk must have been cut down. The roots were left on the ground, and it was not dug out. It was exactly the height of the table.

It's not for the sake of coolness, but? It's because Du Xingqing saw that the young master was a little unhappy, thinking that there are many small wild flowers on the hillside next to the stream, and there is running water? There are small flowers, and there are Xiaoxiao Wuye, maybe You can take it easy, little boy.

"Ah? Where are you going..."

"Go? Let's go!"

Before Wen Xucong recovered, Du Xingqing carried him to the stream and sat down.

Du Xingqing was tall and long-legged, so he didn't find it troublesome to carry the dishes from the cabin to the stream. On the last trip, he even took a bottle of the young master's favorite fruit wine.

The bottle filled with fruity fragrance was right in front of Wen Xucong, his eyes were shining slightly.

"Don't think too much," Du Xingqing pointed his head with his index finger: "You can only drink three cups at most."

Wen Xucong curled his lips slightly.

"I? Is it amazing? Where can I find me? So good-looking? Good-looking cooker? Delicious good family? Haoerlang." Du Xingqing saw that his food was delicious, and couldn't help but chatter: "Quickly say, Do you admire me?"

Wen Xucong swallowed the food in his mouth, pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "You are amazing, you are the best."

Du Xingqing was overjoyed: "I? I only cooked rice for you. Do you like me more?"

There were big patches of redness behind his ears, Wen Xucong fed him a piece of bamboo shoots, and gagged his mouth: "Little Marquis, how do you know how to cook?"

"Oh!" Du Xingqing swallowed the food in two or three mouthfuls: "I was a picky eater when I was a child, and I didn't eat this or that. My dad asked the kitchen to cook the dishes I didn't like. I am such a spineless person. I didn’t eat when I ordered, so I sneaked to the kitchen to find something to eat at night, guess what?”

Wen Xucong listened quietly, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"I? I still have snacks and leftovers!" Du Xingqing raised his brows to the sky. If it wasn't for his face, he might have already flew into the sky in anger: "Wait? No more, didn't give me a star at all? Keep it."

Wen Xucong already thought of the young Du Xingqing running to the kitchen and facing the empty cabinet, so he patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "What happened next?"

"Later, no leftovers can stop me?" Du Xingqing raised his head, very arrogantly: "If you have the ability? Hide the cooked food, then if he has the ability? Give me the rice, flour, oil, and food too? Hide it There are so many things in the kitchen, I? Just make it myself, and do what I want to eat!"

Du Xingqing's cooking skills were practiced in the small kitchen in the dead of night without leftovers.

A gust of wind blows, Wen Xucong tucks his hair behind his ears, and can't help laughing while holding his wine glass. The life of the young master has been so rich and colorful since he was a child.

The flowing water is gurgling, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, the moon floats quietly on the water with its reflection, the long night is long, the previous life is still very long, and they have a lot of time to chat slowly.