Celebrities who were delayed by food

As the saying goes, the boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge.

No, just as Xie Yunxi was resting his forehead and meditating, a wooden beam in the house came into his sight impartially.

The wooden beams are mottled, depicting the traces of time.

If you look closely, you can see termites in groups or dots on the beam.

There are only a few main beams in the stone house, and it stands to reason that these guys who love to chew wood should not be here.But at this moment, one group after another climbed up the wooden beam, and then one by one submerged into the gaps and holes on the beam.

For some reason, Xie Yunxi stared at those termites in a daze.

Seeing him like this, Hao Pingfan was naturally puzzled.Follow the other party's line of sight to the wooden beam.

Unremarkable wood, ordinary termites.

Hao Pingfan didn't think they were worth paying attention to, so he just remarked casually: "The water in the main hall probably smoked these bugs enough. However, these little things are clever, and they know how to re-build their nests in another place." .”

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in." Xie Yunxi unconsciously continued.

However, as soon as the words fell, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Good poultry? Poultry!" Xie Yunxi clapped her hands suddenly, "That's right, why did I forget that there is this stubble."

"what?"

Looking at the suddenly excited boy, Hao Pingfan was naturally puzzled.

I was still frowning just now, just staring at the wood and termites in a daze, why is my face suddenly beaming with joy now?And this termite really can't be regarded as a "good bird", right?

Great joy and great compassion, unfavorable to the body and mind, fear of insanity, easy to talk nonsense.

Hao Pingfan asked very worriedly: "You, it's... all right—" right?

Before he could finish the last word, Xie Yunxi walked towards the wooden beam with chopsticks and bowl in hand.

A moment later.

Looking at the bowl of densely packed termites on the table, Hao Pingfan felt somewhat unspeakable.

On the other side, Xie Yunxi squatted in front of the wooden table, staring lovingly and covetously at the dense and scalp-numbing "ant corpses" in the bowl.

The boy is Lang Lang, with starry eyes; gentle brows, clear dimples—this is a pleasing sight, but it is creepy to watch.

"The size of this termite is quite good, and it is not in vain that I have worked so hard to clamp it for so long."

Looking at the bowl of "ant corpses" that looked like a hill, Xie Yunxi was overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment, but also felt regretful.

"Hey, it's a pity that there is no oil at the moment, otherwise it will be delicious if you fry it and sprinkle a little salt. However, it is also good to lightly roast or stir-fry. Thinking about the taste and texture, it is really wonderful. Beautiful."

As he said that, he also felt quite sincerely: "Why didn't I think of it earlier!"

The weird picture, coupled with the words that subverted common sense, Hao Pingfan blinked his big copper bell eyes, and said with a damaged face: "Yun... Mr. Yunxi, you can't be... want to eat this bug?! "

"No."

Hearing such a decisive answer, Hao Pingfan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Xie Yunxi couldn't stop talking, panting, "I really want to eat it, but it's not long before lunch, just such a bowl of termites is just enough for your husband to eat..."

Hearing this, Hao Pingfan's mind went blank.He didn't know much about it and asked in a daze: "Eat...what to eat!?"

"Of course I'm eating termites." Xie Yunxi pointed to the bowl on the table, taking it for granted.

The boy looked natural, as if he was saying that it was raining, that fish wanted to swim, and birds wanted to eat insects.

Hao Pingfan looked at it, and couldn't help but doubt himself: Could it be that termites are really edible?Am I making too much of a fuss, or am I too ignorant?

"Hmm!" Scratching his head, he pondered again: This termite seems to be harmless.But even if it is not poisonous, it is still a pest?What kind of taste can such a small amount of meat have?

Just when he was terribly tangled, he heard a soft "pop", "By the way, I heard a few sad rustling sounds just now in the grass pavilion. Chu Qiu Chan, that cicada is a good thing."

Hao Pingfan repeated in bewilderment: "Autumn... Qiu Chan?"

"Brother Pingfan, let me tell you!" Xie Yunxi looked innocent and enthusiastic: "This cicada is a good thing, especially this autumn cicada, whether it is fried or grilled, it is delicious in the world. When I catch it, It just happens to be a meaty meal with this termite."

As he said that, he also lifted up the corner of his clothes, tucked it skillfully at the belt, pulled the sleeves that were in the way, and curled up his waist-length hair.

But in the blink of an eye, the originally well-dressed, upright and elegant talented man from aristocratic family has become a country boy.

It looks very convenient to work, but the contrast is too big.

However, Hao Pingfan is still immersed in the new world view of "how can cicadas be eaten", so he didn't pay attention to his appearance at this time.

The sun is gradually rising, higher than the eaves, and it is less than two hours before lunch.

After counting, Xie Yunxi dared not delay.Stepping and walking quickly, I want to catch some Ticadas outside the house, and then find some other edible materials.

Before he was about to step out of the gate, he suddenly remembered something, so he stopped and looked back to confirm, "Brother Fanfan, your husband only said that you can't use things 'outside' Baicaoju, and you can't ask for help, but if I He didn't say that he couldn't use the ingredients he personally grabbed or picked and dug in the yard, did he?"

Hearing this, Hao Pingfan came back to his senses, recalled briefly, "Well, that's true."

Hearing the answer she wanted, Xie Yunxi smiled but said nothing, turned around and ran towards the grass pavilion not far away.

At this time, there was no one in the grass pavilion, Wuxin, Xie Shier and Xie Nianhua who were originally here had already moved to the side hall.

The main hall is used to receive guests, but it has just passed through the water, so although the damage is small, it will take time to repair and tidy up.

According to the original plan, Wuxin wanted to let everyone in Xie's family hang out, but no one is as good as God.

No, if you can't pretend to be coercive, you will ignite the fire, and you will meet the autumn wind in a light gauze.

Just as Xie Yunxi thought, although Wuxin's white dress and light gauze were ethereal, it was early in the morning and it was still autumn, so it was a typical example of demeanor rather than temperature.

At the beginning, Wuxin was able to hold on, warming up with hot water.However, if you drink too much water, accidents are likely to happen. After all, people must have three urgencies when they eat five grains.

No, just after watching Xie Yunxi enter the kitchen, Wuxin felt the urge to urinate due to drinking too much water.

The coldness was not exhausted, and the urgency to urinate came up again.

After being patient for a long time, until he couldn't bear it anymore, he had no choice but to enter the hut.

But when he entered the house, he naturally couldn't leave the guests alone. It would be a trivial matter if he appeared to be too rude, but if he made things difficult too deliberately, it would appear that the genius doctors of his generation had no plans and really hurt his face.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the face is the biggest. Even if Wuxin has no choice but to take advantage of Xie Twelve and Xie Nianhua.

The two entered the hall first, and led them out of the hall unintentionally, then returned to the bedroom with the excuse of "wasn't dressed in the morning", relieved the three emergencies, and changed into thick robes.

When Xie Yunxi returned to the grass pavilion, Wuxin was sitting at the table opposite Xie Twelve and Xie Nianhua.

When the three of them heard the movement in the courtyard, they looked sideways.

Seeing the young man go and come back, Wu Xin initially thought that this man could not do anything to beg for mercy, or begged to give up.

However, the young man walked quickly to the old tree outside the pavilion, but just stood there quietly, staring up at the towering treetops, not seeing any movement for a long time.

Outside the grass pavilion, among the weeds, an old persimmon tree stands in it.

The branches are luxuriant, covering the top of the pavilion, but the growth of this tree is not right, it looks like a huge old man with his back bent, precarious, but tenacious and rooted, in this barren and barren land, there are examples of the wind and rain here And the vicissitudes of life.

The crooked trees bear fruit, each round and verdant.

Autumn is here, and the persimmons are bearing fruit, but it's not yet time to pick them.

As far as this tree is concerned, it was deliberately left behind when the thatched cottage was unintentionally selected.Originally, I thought that I could have a mouthful of fruit honey in autumn, but who knows that although the persimmon tree grows lushly, the fruit is very bitter to eat.

Wu Xin only ate it once, and never took care of the persimmon tree again.Fortunately, this tree grows wild and does not need to be taken care of at all. It has grown more and more luxuriantly over the years, and many fruits can be seen in autumn.

Although these fruits are eaten by no one, they are cheaper for the insects and birds here.

The sound of cicadas that Xie Yunxi heard before came from this persimmon tree.

However, the young man stood under the tree for a long time, even though he had seen the Ticada perched on the trunk, he was not in a hurry to catch it, he just looked carefully at the persimmon tree and the too green persimmon fruit on the tree.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that you are playing with those fruits.

Unintentionally stroking his beard, he said with a sneer: "If the fruit trees in the wilderness are edible, they would have been eaten by the refugees from the Northern Qi Dynasty. How can they live for so many years?"

Speaking of "refugees from the Northern Qi Dynasty", Wuxin glanced at Xie Twelve meaningfully.

The implication is self-evident.

Xie Twelve was silent and looked directly at Wuxin.The two looked at each other, but they didn't speak for a long time.

Unintentionally, it was just satirizing the Xie family for their own selfish interests, ignoring the world and the people of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

But for Xie Twelve, although the Northern Qi is important in this world, his family is the number one existence in his heart.

In fact, if it wasn't for the fear of offending Wuxin, Xie Twelve really wanted to ask the other party: If Wu You and Xie Min were swapped, and the one who was murdered by Nanman back then was his elder brother, would Wuxin still be like this today? Talking without back pain.

Xie Twelve naturally admires the virtue of worrying about the country and the people, and caring about the world.

But—in the final analysis, if the needle is not stuck in himself, it will always be someone else who hurts.

Wuxin couldn't understand the Xie family's grievances, and the Xie family didn't really understand the pain caused by Wu You's death.

Empathy is just talking, who can really do it.

Although he knew that he wanted something from others, but when it came to issues of principle, Xie Twelve still refused to give up an inch, his eyes were firm.

"Hey--"

Wuxin saw this, sighed helplessly, but didn't say much, just said: "Your nephew is clever, but unfortunately, even if he thought of using persimmons as food, the fruit of this tree is very unpalatable, and now it's even worse. What can a half-baked man do before the time comes?"

Hearing this, Xie Twelve frowned slightly, but he didn't understand: "Why doesn't Sanlang cook in the kitchen, instead he ran to see this persimmon tree?"

"Heh, cooking?" Wu Xin sneered and said, "That also needs to be done by him."

But for a lunch, Xie Twelve didn't feel any difficulty with his nephew's ability.

Unless this test is otherwise.

Thinking of this, Xie Shier and Xie Nianhua looked at each other, and then looked at Wuxin again.

The white-haired old man, stroking his beard and sitting peacefully, with the presence of the old god, seems to have the appearance of winning.

Extremely obstructive, but helpless.

As scheming as Xie Twelve, as fiery as Xie Nianhua, he could only look away aggrievedly at this moment, pretending to be a quail.

But at this moment, Xie Yunxi in the courtyard suddenly moved.

The boy took a step, stretched out his hand, and raised his leg. In the blink of an eye, he was climbing and sitting among the thick branches of a tall tree, dangling his legs in the air, very unrestrained.

It's not that Wuxin has never seen people climb trees, but in his inherent impression, the descendants of the aristocratic family are more self-reliant, especially the Xie clan, whose descendants have always been known as "turtle hair".

For example, the last head of the Xie family in Langya, the grandfather of Xie Yunxi—Mr. Xie.

Wuxin remembered that he had participated in a mountain climbing spring outing when he was young. What a coincidence, Mr. Xie was there at that time, but Mr. Xie was still a handsome young man at that time.

After many years, Wuxin's memory of the past has long been blurred, but she still remembers the "turtle hair" of Mr. Xie when he was a teenager.

Wash in three steps, change clothes in five steps, and burn incense in seven steps.

Climbing must be sweaty and muddy on the feet, but the old man of the Xie family was still in white clothes fluttering and spotless at the end.

In recent years, although I have heard that Mr. Xie has been "dissolute" a lot, but the descendants of the Xie family have pushed forward the waves.

For example, there is a bandit gentleman—Xie Lang. It is rumored that this person must bathe and burn incense every day, and use milk, eggs, sesame seeds, vegetables and fruits to make paste for his face to nourish his skin.If you travel, you must have hundreds of followers, your feet will not get dusty, and your hands will not touch anything.

If someone else spread such exaggerated rumors, Wuxin would definitely not believe it, but if it was someone with the surname Xie, he would feel that even the exaggerated claims should be made.

The "turtle-haired" elders raise the "turtle-haired" juniors, look at this logic, how self-consistent and rigorous.

If one day there is a rumor about someone who is not particular about Xie's family, then the rumors are wrong, don't believe it... right! ?

Wuxin blinked in disbelief, but the boy on the tree not only remained the same, but also stood up quite boldly, stood on the thick branch, and stretched out his hand to catch the insect.

——Wait, catch what?

Cicada, Cicadae insect, referred to as insect.

A child of the Xie family, that is an existence that can't even bear the dust on the corners of his clothes.

Climbing up a tree to catch insects is not uncommon for anyone, but the surname Xie does it—couldn’t it be that the sun came out from the west?

Wuxin stiffened her neck and looked sideways at the sun hanging high outside the window.

The sun hangs high, coming from the east.

——Could it be that he hadn't slept all night yesterday and had hallucinations from exhaustion?

In this room, Wuxin was thinking about whether to twist her thighs, but in that room, Xie Yunxi had harvested five or six autumn cicadas, wrapped them in her pockets and carried them around her waist.

Wuxin: "..." It seems that I am really tired and hallucinating.

However, after Xie Yunxi finished catching the few cicadas on the tree, she didn't come down from the tree.

I saw the boy dangling his legs, climbing the tree, and said loudly to Hao Pingfan who was coming under the tree: "Brother Pingfan, please help me to pick up the fruit."

Hao Pingfan, who had just stood still and hadn't slowed down, just raised his head and said "huh?".

Xie Yunxi raised her head towards the side hall and yelled loudly: "Master Wuxin, it's not a violation of the rules to borrow your apprentice to pick a fruit under the tree, right?"

Fruit?persimmon!

——This kid really wants to cook with persimmons, heh!

Wuxin thought that Xie Yunxi was out of order at the moment, otherwise it would be fine to climb trees and pick fruits properly, why would he even catch bugs.

"It seems that I'm really confused, but, among other things, your Xie family has a deep brotherhood, and you can even let go of the image of etiquette. It's really not easy."

Although Xie Twelve has never seen it before, he has also heard a lot of "ridiculous things" about Xie Yunxi.

"Ahem, it's not easy for Saburo, it's really hard for him." Feeling extremely guilty, he emphasized, "Actually, my family, Sanlang, has always paid attention to manners. This time, it is really helpless."

--Ha ha.

The corner of Xie Nianhua's mouth twitched slightly, complaining inwardly.

However, he pretended to be sad on his mouth: "Hey, sir, I know that you have made an oath, so it is not easy to break the oath, but now only you can cure the poison of blood shortage. Seeing that my brother is so sincere, I would rather not show my manners." , not for the sake of fame, please save my brother."

He said again: "My son of the Xie family has always valued manners and reputation more than fate, San Lang... I, Brother He Xian..."

He couldn't finish his words, but choked up.

It really sold poorly.

However, at Wuxin's half-hundred-year-old age, he had never seen anyone before, and he couldn't see Xie Nianhua's deeds.

But a "brother" and a "brother" made Wu Xin recall all the past with Wu You.

The same is the deep brotherhood, the same is the poison of the blood shortage, the feeling and suffering here, how can one be so anxious that four words can describe it clearly.

"Hey—" Wuxin sighed in her heart, got up and walked to the door.

A few meters away, he looked up at the boy on the tree.

The two looked at each other, and Wuxin seemed to see the former self in the bloodshot eyes of the young man.

"That's all, that's all." Wuxin was soft-hearted in the end, and didn't want to make things difficult, but he said firmly: "It's just a fruit, the old man seems to be such a narrow-minded, unreasonable person."

After waving his hand, he also instructed Hao Pingfan who was standing dumbfounded under the tree: "You just help to catch the fruit, and you don't have to be called a teacher who is stingy and deliberately makes things difficult for others."

"Huh? Oh." Hao Pingfan responded, scratched his head again, and said with a simple face: "But sir, aren't you always narrow-minded and deliberately making things difficult for others?"

Straightforward as always, pit master.

Wuxin: "..." The N+1 time I wanted to poison my apprentice.

Xie Yunxi, Xie Twelve and Xie Nianhua: "..." There are disciples like this, so what can I ask for.