Cross Situ Jing

?Situ Jing watched Wuhua cook with great interest; by the way, she had a better understanding of Shi Guanyin's power, when she was dazzled by the dazzling array of ingredients and seasonings in this desert kitchen.

When she thought about it, no matter what kind of person it is, when she/he is cooking, you will feel the warmth brought by a sense of home.But even though Wuhua in front of her was processing the ingredients, there was a subtle sense of alienation lingering all over her body.He was clearly shredding, but his movements looked graceful and calm, unhurried, as if the sound of the knife colliding with the chopping board was abnormally rhythmic.She deeply doubted that it really came according to the rhythm.

His brows and eyes were slightly lowered, and under the sunlight from the window, his whole body seemed to be dizzy, and half of his face was covered in shadows.

He has already prepared a dish.A lifelike small pagoda the size of an adult's palm, which is terribly exquisite. Each layer is made of crystal-clear leather with different tastes. The sun shines through, and the inlaid vegetable and fruit particles faintly outline mysterious Sanskrit characters; but from another angle It doesn't seem to be, it's just random scattered embellishments.

What he is preparing now is another dish.A lifelike half-bloomed flower has appeared under his hand, the petals are in a gradient color, and the color becomes lighter as it extends outward.There was a different flower in full bloom on the plate, which was another kind of splendor in full bloom; when she shook her head again, the plate was already full of colorful flowers, each in a comfortable position, scattered high and low, and the petals were so thin nature.It would be fine if it was a dessert, but it turned out to be a salty main course.These main ingredients include tofu and various vegetables.The crazy thing is that Wuhua is to magically turn the unshaped tofu into flowers.She couldn't understand how he handled it with his seemingly slow but unstoppable technique.

Looking at these living works of art, Situ Jing was deeply shocked; she couldn't help but feel that such a beautiful dish...is so sour after biting it off.This kind of sense of accomplishment of being domineering and reckless, um.She thought badly about Wuhua's face when she arrived.

She guessed that Dudu had the same idea as her; Dudu, who likes to eat good-looking dishes the most in his life, is super excited, full of appetite, and has no intention of simply admiring this unattainable beauty.At this time, she felt satisfied: Dudu was really born by her, cough.

Of course, the only thing that bothers her is that she can tell by looking at these dishes: they are all vegetarian, and the taste is extremely light and healthy.Yes, Wuhua only cooks vegetarian dishes.But she is relieved that at least it is said that this mixed peanut tree is plain roasted meat; yes, it tastes like flowers made of different meat.Situ Jing, an invisible heavy-eating carnivore, covets this dish very much, but she is only curious about one question: "If you have never eaten meat, how do you know what beef tastes like, pork tastes like, and chicken tastes like?" What?" It's not scientific.

She has held back her mouth for a long time.

Wuhua finally raised her eyes, her eyes were calm, but there was a feeling that she didn't want to talk to her, she lowered her eyes, and the movements of her hands continued.

"Actually, you have secretly tasted it. Anyway, you have broken all the precepts, so this one is not bad." The more Situ Jing said, the more reasonable he felt.

Wuhua really had to speak, and had a faint intuition that if he didn't speak to stop the woman in front of him, he would say something he definitely didn't want to hear: "I'm not the first to start vegetarian." The principle of seasoning is the same.

Situ Jing was resolute: "The first one who made vegetarian food into meat flavor must be a monk who broke the precepts!"

Wuhua stopped what she was doing again: "...it's not just monks who are vegetarians." Monks don't have to be vegetarians.

Situ Jing, a carnivore, didn't quite understand: "Why would a monk who doesn't want to keep the precepts want to make the ingredients into meat? Just eat meat."

"Besides, the taste of making the ingredients into meat dishes clearly means that you want to eat meat." Situ Jing felt that the motive was really bad.

Flowerless fingers were still pressing on the half-formed "flower stalk", and raised eyebrows: "You are right." When Situ Jing blinked a little surprised, she continued to use her fingers, and added coolly: "But you Do you also know that there is a behavior in the world called 'keeping filial piety'?"

Situ Jing choked up, and couldn't hold back her face and continued to mutter: "Sure enough, being a vegetarian is forced."

The flower stalk in Wuhua's hand finally shattered due to too many stoppages.He glanced at the broken sapphire stalk; he didn't understand why he would really participate in such a boring and ignorant topic.

Situ Jing looked at it and happily handed over an empty plate: "Don't waste it, give me and Dudu each half of this to taste first."

Wuhua glanced at her again.He didn't say anything this time, and pushed the whole plate of flowers blooming directly over: "Since you don't mind that this dish is ruined, just take it."

Situ Jing looked at it and finished most of the dishes brimming with vigor, and was speechless: "You crushed a flower stalk, and then squeezed another one. You only need this flower here." It looks natural."

Wuhua was not surprised that she could still see this, but he said flatly, "I didn't intend to serve it on the table at first, but I just wanted to throw it away after I finished it."

"The dish was ruined the first time you interrupted me."

Situ Jing felt insulted: "You... It's the first time your food didn't break!"

"The artistic conception has been broken. The dishes made are only ingenious; without artistic conception, no matter how exquisite they look, they are vulgar."

This unspoken feeling.

"...Then what are you going to do after finishing it?" Although he probably already understood the answer.

"Don't carry the broken state of mind to the next dish."

calm

Must be calm.

hehe.

Situ Jing took a deep breath, stopped talking, and directly stretched out her hand to drag the plate over; because she was holding her breath, there was a lot of movement, and then she picked a bunch of flowers and opened half a cluster, connecting dozens of flowers, each of which was only the size of a fingernail. Large purple single florets.Speaking of which, this dish looks like a large clump of wild flowers of various colors that seem to be scattered in the spring wilderness; once it is put into the mouth, it is stuffed hard, and the mouth is stuffed like a chipmunk.After chewing hard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be layers of extremely rich flavors bursting between his lips. It really tasted like chicken, but it was much juicier and fatter, and the wonder was indescribable.But she couldn't catch it.She regretted it for the first time today: she should have eaten slowly, my God, it was so delicious that she wanted to cry.

There is a sudden bright and hopeful feeling in front of my eyes; the previous days are simply blind, this is life, okay?How rough she was.

In a semi-dizzy, bewildered and moved state, she picked another small blue flower with four petals and a faint transparent texture, and handed it to Dudu, who carefully caught it with a pair of fleshy claws.

Dudu's watery eyes stared at the delicate little flower in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and lightly gnawed half of it; then, his eyes glanced at the exquisite little pagoda that seemed to be carved from a whole piece of glass, Simply fascinated.

"Dudu, what kind of meat is this?" His mother's words in his ears made him suddenly wake up from a subtle feeling, and Dudu looked at the person who was also looking at him.Dudu knew that this was his father.But the feeling of being stared at him was not so comfortable, very disappointing, not as good as imagined; his body would stretch up unconsciously, instead of subconsciously softening like when his mother and grandfather hugged him, like soaking in In the warm late spring sunshine; it won’t feel like there is a tall tree next to grandma, or even a mountain as high as Tianshan, and it’s not even as good as following uncle Nangong, subconsciously He knew that no matter what he did, whether he stained his clothes or scratched his pants, he would stand in front of him without hesitation, saying that he would punish him.

He found his father looking at him, probably because he was standing too far away, he couldn't feel the warm temperature.

His father pushed the small tower in front of him, and said lightly: "Eat it, it's made for you anyway."

But Dudu was holding a small wooden spoon, and suddenly he didn't want to eat so much.

In fact, Dudu has always felt that he is not the good boy that everyone likes on the surface, not like the dough ball that his mother said with a smile.

Yes, Dudu is not a child that everyone loves in the traditional sense, although he has a good temper in Situ Jing's eyes and always has crooked eyebrows.His lips are not plump, but a little thin; as a child, his hair is naturally soft, but his hair is actually not that soft, it is much more flexible, but it is not obvious.

He always has a soft smile and crooked eyebrows, and those children who come to play with him will not know that he doesn't really want to play with them.In fact, he doesn't play with them very often, but they still like toot, and the adults in Sili also like toot.Dudu is always so white and clean, his clothes are always as clean as every good child, and his temper is always as gentle as a good child.He looked very patient. When the children couldn't lift the basket full of picked wheat ears, Dudu picked it up lightly and skillfully. Although he was still smiling, the other children would be amazed and faintly awed.The fish that other children can't catch, Dudu can firmly hold the slippery fish tail with just a stretch of his hand.Although they all felt that they should not be close to Dudu; but no matter when they came to ask Dudu for help, although Dudu was always so busy and learned so many things they never knew, Dudu would not hesitate to put down his homework. I agreed, and I am very loyal, and I am really a touching little friend.

But they didn't know that when they proposed to find Dudu, Dudu heard it.Dudu looked at the horizontal and vertical lines that were badly written because of a crooked hand, but his eyebrows and eyes were a little frighteningly dark; Dudu was still young and lacked wrist strength, so he could only practice basic skills all the time.He hates them sometimes; but he's going to be a good boy to be liked by everybody, and he knows he shouldn't hate them.

He could hear a lot of things he didn't want to hear since he was a child.

He knew from a young age what kind of child everyone liked.

At first many people didn't like him, but in the end everyone liked him.

Dudu thinks this is very good.

But sometimes it feels so boring.

But Dudu still knew that he was different from these children of similar age from the beginning.They don't know how to read, and they haven't even seen the white paper they use.Their clothes are always dusty, always changed and changed, and the styles are weird and don't fit; even the flowered clothes for the New Year, Dudu thinks it's really ugly.Those tricks are not dull and indescribable, they are really ugly.And even when he was practicing martial arts, he always wore soft and well-fitting clothes with fine stitches.He doesn't have to wait for New Years to always have much brighter clothes.

Later he even knew.What a powerful person his grandmother is; he began to eliminate these people who can quietly not pay such heavy taxes as other places, and no one will suddenly destroy their fields and houses like other places, all because His grandmother lives nearby.

And then his grandmother.Instinctively, he felt very happy, although he couldn't explain why he was happy.

But after his uncle surnamed Nangong came, he found out again that even if he was not so serious in practicing martial arts, he was not so obedient, so he ran out to play secretly; he soiled and torn his clothes like a naughty child being chased and beaten. His mother, his grandmother, and his grandfather would not be angry, nor would they chase and beat him, they would still hug him.

will not change at all.He is much more important than those exquisite wearing utensils that others will never see in a lifetime.His mom was always scolding his uncle, but she was actually happy that he was rolling in the grass and getting his clothes covered in mud.Because she saw him happily playing.

He didn't seem to be trying so hard at all.

But he felt that he still wanted to practice martial arts so seriously and continue to be a kid they all liked.Moreover, he practiced martial arts very well, he could become stronger and stronger, and he could hear more things; adults can't hide it from him.So he can help his mother and grandfather, he can know who his father is at the first time; he can find out that the woman who wanted to kill his mother and grandfather was secretly practicing martial arts similar to him, The first time I told my grandmother, not my soft-hearted mother.

Grandma asked him, "What do you want me to do, Dudu."

Dudu, who has only killed bugs, bullied fish, and crushed rabbits and snakes, said without hesitation: "Grandma, you should kill her." I also want to kick him.

Grandma laughed at that time: "Dudu, do you think you killed a rabbit?"

In fact, Dudu still doesn't quite understand why grandma asked him so.He also didn't understand that his grandmother's eyes would become a little strange.

He just replied: "What's the difference? Grandma, your Buddhist scriptures say that rabbits and people are the same?" What's the difference between killing a bug, crushing a rabbit and killing a person.

They are all alive.

When Wuhua said that she was not in the mood to cook today and wanted to stay with Dudu for a while, the guilty Situ Jing thought about it and didn't stop her.She thought no matter what, Wuhua would not hurt Dudu here.She took the flower plate that Dudu was not very interested in to feed the male lady who had never seen the world; she decided to ignore Nangong Ling.Damn, he must have eaten.

In fact, Dudu hasn't talked to his father until now; but when he really talked, he felt that he couldn't help but talk more and more, because his father seemed to be listening to him so seriously.

Dudu couldn't help talking more and more, and he also expressed his confusion about the strange look in his grandmother's eyes.

When Dudu spoke, his voice was still tender, echoing in the kitchen filled with the afterglow of the sunset; when he spoke, he had already started to eat Xiaota, so his words were still a little vague, showing a little frustration: "I think I I said the wrong thing. But grandma didn’t tell me what was wrong, she just patted my head. Where did I go wrong? That’s what my grandma told me in the scriptures.”

For the first time now, his father bent down and touched his head: "You are right. But when you grow up, you know that there are some things that cannot be said." His father's gentle voice has a kind of people Can't help the feeling of trust.

At this moment, Dudu suddenly felt that the sun was warming him again.Just now, it was because his father stood too far away.He was happy: he felt that his father, whom he had never met, liked him too.His father was certainly not the horrible spanking and disliking father he feared.

Great, everyone loves toots again.

Oh, and his grandma; but grandma had told him before: his grandma didn't like anyone, and she didn't like others to be near.Dudu forgives her. ?