Wrong Changhuan

When the proprietress brought the food again, Chang Huan took the lead to take a bite of the food, but before he could lift the chopsticks in his hand, he was pressed down by Chen Yang's chopsticks.

Seeing this, An Cuo didn't wait to get angry, just listened to Chen Yang carefully said, "I'll try the dishes first--if there's nothing else, you can use it later!" That tone, without the promise before, didn't seem to be the same as Changhuan. discuss.

Chang Huan turned his head to look at An Cuo, and said, "The food isn't really poisonous, is it?"

An made a mistake, "Be careful sailing for ten thousand years--let her eat first..."

Chen Yang took a mouthful of vegetables and chewed them carefully.

How could Chang Huan not be moved in his heart, and stared motionlessly at the thin lips that had the same light pink color as Ah Cuo.Seeing that Chen Yang swallowed the food, Chang Huan also swallowed unconsciously, and said, "How is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chen Yang shook his head and said, "You can eat--" After a pause, he continued, "But..."

This sentence made Chang Huan and An Cuo, who had just put off their chopsticks, pause together, looked up, and asked in unison, "But what?"

"But the taste is... average..."

After hearing that wrongly, An was relieved, and just after taking a bite, he saw that Chang Huan had already vomited out the food he had eaten, and took a big gulp of tea.

"This is more than mediocre... It's just... a dish that can't be cooked by a human... What a poor craftsmanship to make such an unpalatable dish..." After Chang Huan complained, he saw An Cuo and Chenyang were stunned for a moment, as if she just said something insignificant, and then continued to eat as she did just now.

Seeing this, Chang Huan asked, "Don't you guys find it hard to swallow?"

Ann nodded and said, "It's okay--I've had worse before..."

Chen Yang licked his lower lip, and said, "When I used to track targets, I mostly ate them on trees or roofs. If I can eat hot food on the dining table, I won't be picky about the taste."

Chang Huan put down his chopsticks, quietly watched the two people eating with relish.

However, her taste buds have been spoiled by Lin Xun since she was a child. Faced with the remaining three dishes and one soup on the table, she tried them one by one, and was disappointed one after another.

An made a mistake, "Don't you use it a lot?"

"I'm not hungry-you eat..." Chang Huan had just finished speaking, and his stomach let out a grunt, which just happened to reach the ears of the people present.

After wolfing down two mouthfuls, An Cuo put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and went to find out the sesame seed cake brought by Yang Yan from the package, and felt that it was cold, so he put it back again, and said, "Wait--"

After leaving the gate of the inn, An Cuo ran around along the street. This place is really as the proprietress said, not to mention the street vendors, even the shops on both sides closed early.

Finally, I met a passer-by. After asking about it, I followed the instructions, and finally found a steamed bun shop in a secluded alley. Coincidentally, there were a few buns left, so I bought them together.

Dang An Cuo excitedly carried the paper bag in his arms, and rushed all the way back to the inn with ease. Before reaching the door of the inner room, he heard the sound of conversation in the room.

"Is it delicious?" Chen Yang's voice lost its alienation and coldness.

"Well--Chenyang, when did you learn to cook? It's so well hidden, versatile--"

"When I was in the palace, I learned a few things from the cooks in the mansion, but I didn't do much... The skills are a bit rusty... Just as long as you like it."

"I like it so much--you were sent by heaven to save my stomach... From now on, Chenyu will be lucky..."

The people in the house were silent.

After hearing it wrongly, An pushed the door open and entered, and what he saw was Chang Huan happily eating food, while Chen Yang watched her eat with a smile on the side.

That scene gave An Cuo an illusion that he was the redundant one.

His eyes shifted to the table, and the extra plate of spicy fried shredded radish was still steaming, and it was freshly made.

Seeing this, Chang Huan hurriedly greeted him, "Ah Cuo-I didn't expect that Chen Yang could cook, and the taste is still very good..."

An Cuo felt a little uncomfortable, looked at Chen Yang with a trace of resentment in his eyes, and said, "I didn't expect that!"

"What is in your hand?"

"It's nothing—just a few buns..." An Cuo approached and said in frustration, "It seems that you don't need—"

Chang Huan got up and picked up the paper bag, spread it out on the table, and said with a smile, "Who said I don't need it... I'm not full yet, I just want to eat buns... How do you understand me so well?! "He said and picked up one and ate it.

Quiet night and good night, the moon is white and the wind is clear.

The dishes and dishes had already been removed from the house, and hot water was brought in.

Chang Huan washed up briefly, and saw An Cuo lying on the bed, looking out at Chang Huan with a sad face, motionless, and his shoes and socks were still on.

"Ah Cuo, do you want to wipe your face?" He said and handed over a warm cloth.

An Cuo didn't answer or speak, but just shook his head helplessly.

But Chang Huan didn't give up, walked over to wipe her gently, then took his hands and carefully cleaned the inside and outside a few times.

After everything was finished, he put back the cloth towel, walked back to the bed, took off the wrong shoes and socks, then climbed onto the inner side of the bed, wrapped around the slender waist from behind, and said, "What's wrong? It's just like this Not saying a word...but tired from the journey?"

An wrong hummed, and then remained silent for a long time.

"In the future, I will also learn to cook..." An Cuo murmured, seeing that the people behind him did not reply.Then he turned around carefully, and saw Chang Huan closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Hmm - what did you say?" Chang Huan asked in a daze.

An got up by mistake and pulled the quilt, carefully covered the corners for Chang Huan, and said, "Go to sleep--"

The next morning, the wind howled.

Chang Huan was awakened by the sound of the wind hitting the window, and saw that An Cuo was not around, not in the house.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw Chen Yang walking in with hot water, and said, "Miss - are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"

"Hmm--Chenyang, can you see that Ah Cuo is wrong?"

"She's in the kitchen." Chen Yang said as he put down the sink, saw Chang Huan walking out, and asked anxiously, "Aren't you going to wash up first?"

"I'll wash it later--" Chang Huan said excitedly all the way downstairs and went to the kitchen.

The location of this kitchen is too easy to find.Just because as soon as we got to the backyard, we saw billowing smoke coming out of the house, and the people inside were coughing continuously.

The lady proprietress was covering her nose and mouth outside the door, and shouted in, "I said, son...my ancestral inn, be careful not to burn it down..." After speaking, she walked a few steps away, panting He complained in a low voice, "I've never seen a meal cooked like this..."

Regardless of the danger, Chang Huan rushed into the house, and saw Ah Cuo with a face full of ashes from the pot, coughing lightly from the smoke, and his white clothes had already been stained with a lot of black stains... At this time, he was covering the pot and squatting again. Go down to see the fire in the stove.

"You have too much firewood, you have to set it up like this -- it's easy to burn..." Chang Huan moved his hands as he approached.

An Cuo stopped him and said, "Why did you come in... the room is choking, get out..." He said and did as Chang Huan said, and sure enough the smoke in the stove was much less...the flames more and more prosperous.

The smile on An Cuo's face followed the fire, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

Chang Huan looked at Ah Cuo's colorful face, smiled and pulled her away, and said distressedly, "You still know how to choke, why don't you come out to catch your breath--"

An Cuo had never felt that the cold air was so fresh and refreshing.

"A mistake, did you get up early in the morning to cook for me?"

"Ask knowingly, what do you think?" An Cuo asked back, and then said, "It's not for her..."

"Did you never cook?" Chang Huan couldn't help laughing again when he saw An Cuo's appearance.

"Who said I can't... how difficult it can be, don't you see that I'm doing very well..."

"Wrong - you should look in the mirror..."

"I'm good-looking, and I know how to cook...Why, I can't hide anything, I'm versatile, can't I?" An's wrong understanding went wrong.

"No--what I mean..." Seeing that Chang Huan couldn't explain clearly, he stretched out his hand to wipe her face, and opened it for An Cuo to see.

A smell of paste came from the kitchen.

Mistaking the future and reaction, An hurriedly ran back to the stove, hurriedly stirred the pot with a long spoon, and extinguished the remaining firewood.

Chang Huan leaned against the door, watching her frowning as she carefully served the porridge, and then put the leftover steamed buns and biscuits into the plate.

That clumsy movement is so perfect.

An mistakenly placed a large piece of pickles on the table, carefully shredded them. "Ouch--" He stopped his movements and couldn't help shaking his hands.

I am used to killing people with a sword, but unexpectedly, I lost to a small kitchen knife.

Seeing this, Chang Huan hurriedly ran to her, took her hand, and said distressedly, "Cut it? Where?"

An Cuo stretched out his right index finger.

Chang Huan saw that a drop of blood had accumulated on his fingertip, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

An Cuo met that concerned gaze, and immediately nodded with aggrieved expression.Before he could open his mouth, he saw Chang Huan put that finger in his mouth.

An Cuo shuddered and said in surprise, "You--"

Chen Yang quietly went to the door of the kitchen, seeing this scene in his eyes.

Chang Huan let go of his fingers, checked that the wound was not deep, and said, "Ah Cuo, your blood...is so salty--"

"Fool - that's salty pickles..."

Chen Yang cleared his throat, approached, and said, "I'll come - you guys go to wash up first... I'll go there later." He took the knife and continued to cut the rest of the vegetables.

"Okay..." Chang Huan smiled at Chen Yang, pulled Ah Cuo past him, and left the kitchen.

The proprietress was in the yard, jokingly said, "Little girl, you are such a rare gentleman, you have to watch carefully, be careful that someone else will snatch you away..."

After Chang Huan listened, he blushed and dragged An Cuo upstairs and back to his room.

An Cuo was about to wash his hands, but Chang Huan stopped him and said, "The wound is broken, don't get wet..."

"It's just a small wound, it's okay..." As he spoke, he wet the cloth towel in the basin, pulled Chang Huan over to wipe her face and hands, and said, "The lady boss said something wrong, so I have to be careful." You, you can't let others take it away..."

The expression on Chang Huan's face changed from a cute one to slowly enjoying the sudden warmth, and said shyly, "I was supposed to take care of your injury, but why did you take care of me..."

"I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life..." An Cuo finished, scratched Chang Huan's nose lightly, and smiled.

When Chen Yang was the only one left in the kitchen, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped, and his mind was full of thoughts.

How could she be yours?what's on your mind?

She doesn't think of you as a servant, but only as a friend...

Just being friends is good enough, isn't it?

Why...why do you still think about her?

Why do you feel moved when she smiles?

She is very happy, you shouldn't bother her... But... why, can't help but think about her?

Chen Yang slowly closed his eyes, shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't control it anyway.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

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The author has something to say:

@罗神Don't be sad, don't worry, come to eat candy...

BTW, I have to accompany my parents on weekends, so I can't update the text... I will continue when I come back~~