Damn it!
Coming again?
Zhong Wen tried hard to put on a smile, but the effect was extremely unsatisfactory.
This small basket is like Pandora's box, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere, as if once the cloth is lifted, endless disasters will pour out and harm the world.
To put it bluntly, even if many powerful enemies such as Ye Jiangnan, Lin Bei, Mo Disheng and the Seven-Star Saint were gathered together, the deterrent effect they had on Zhong Wen would not be as good as this seemingly ordinary person at this moment.
Bamboo basket.
This is a biological weapon!
It's a nuclear weapon!
It’s a world-ending natural disaster!
Did I offend her in some way?
Why does she pursue them so relentlessly and kill them all?
On a dark and windy night, deep in the mountains and old forests, a stunning beauty suddenly came to deliver food alone. Such dreamy scenes, which almost only exist in film and television works, brought Zhong Wen only fear and despair.
Looking at his complicated and twisted expression, Feng Qingyu suddenly laughed out loud, and smoothly opened the blue cloth strip covering the basket, revealing six buns neatly arranged below, with flashing eyes.
With a mischievous light: "Don't worry, it's not the food I cooked, these are the buns steamed by Sister Shangguan."
"I see."
Zhong Wen couldn't help feeling relieved, and let out a long breath. Then his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Feng Qingyu's fair face with strange eyes, "You, how can you..."
"After seeing Sister Shangguan's performance, I think back to my past experiences."
Feng Qingyu pouted and said quietly, "If I still don't understand that the problem lies with me, then my life will be in vain."
"Regional and cultural differences make it difficult even for a while..." Zhong Wen once again used that lame and far-fetched reason in an attempt to protect the other party.
"I'm not a child anymore."
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyu shook his head and interrupted, "Now that I think about it, after Palace Master Mo ate the food I cooked, his expression looked very strange, and the servants who were responsible for serving the saint would get angry every time they saw me cooking.
They obstructed me in every possible way and tried their best to persuade me to give up my idea. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now after seeing the performance of the three of you, I am sure that there should be something wrong with my sense of taste."
Zhong Wen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say some words of comfort, but when he reached his lips, he swallowed them back and didn't even spit out a word.
"It's funny, every time I take control of this body, I always find the food cooked by my servants unpalatable. I even feel that the treatment of the saints in the 'Dark Temple' is so poor that they don't even have a decent cook.
Feng Qingyu smiled bitterly and laughed at himself, "Twice, I specially cooked food for the cook to let him feel what is truly 'delicious'. Now that I think about it, I am really embarrassed to death."
"Taste is something that varies from person to person." Zhong Wen pondered for a moment and then comforted him softly, "How can there be any distinction between taste and taste? As long as you like it, it's delicious food. What does it have to do with others?"
"Are you always so gentle to women?"
Feng Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, and suddenly asked, "In this world nowadays, it's rare."
"I think that's how I talk."
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and asked, "Is it very gentle?"
"You also know that during the time when I was in control of my body, I quietly went to Daqian to write and sell books. Naturally, I also dealt with many men." A trace of nostalgia flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes, "Those When men talk to me, most of them adopt a condescending attitude. Occasionally, some of them speak softly, but their eyes are always squinty and annoying. You are different from them."
"How do you know that I have always coveted your beauty?" Zhong Wen suddenly asked, "You must know that you are born with such a beautiful face and a beautiful country. How many men in the world can not bear to be bad when facing you? thought?"
"Maybe." Feng Qingyu thought for a while, and suddenly stared into his eyes seriously, "But I still feel that you are different from them. It's just a feeling, but since I was a child, my feeling has been particularly accurate. This time It must not be wrong.”
"I hope I won't disappoint you." Zhong Wen laughed, then took out a bun from the basket and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it. "I happen to be hungry, so I'll be disrespectful."
Shangguan Junyi's cooking skills are ranked at the bottom in the entire Piaohua Palace. Except for steaming buns and making clear soup noodles, she can't do anything else. If calculated on a ten-point scale, her level will definitely not exceed one point.
However, after comparing Feng Qingyu's dark dishes, Zhong Wen was very moved as he devoured the steamed buns that were too long and obviously had too much water.
It's just that he is a skilled cook after all, so after eating the bland steamed buns for a while, he gradually became bored.
Glancing at Feng Qingyu next to him, he saw the girl staring at him quietly with a pair of big watery eyes. For some reason, she could enjoy watching a man chewing buns.
"Are you hungry?" Zhong Wen thought she was greedy and asked considerately, "Would you like one too?"
"I-I'm not used to other people's food."
Ever since he realized his abnormality, Feng Qingyu seemed to have a normal expression, but a trace of loneliness and resentment still appeared unconsciously between his eyebrows.
There is no way to continue like this.
She can't always be left alone in the kitchen tinkering with dark dishes.
Zhong Wen thought to himself, his mind working rapidly, thinking hard about how to satisfy Feng Qingyu's weird taste.
Wait, weird?
After ten breaths, Zhong Wen's eyes lit up and he suddenly had an idea.
"Wait for me."
He jumped up suddenly, dropped three simple words, and then his body flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Almost at the same time, a banging sound suddenly came from the kitchen in the front mountain yard, and smoke rose from the roof and turned into a white pillar of air.
What followed was a strange smell.
Ordinary people might classify this smell as "stinky", but in the wind and rain, it was fragrant and refreshing, making her unconsciously move her index fingers and salivate.
This, this is!
Her eyes, which were full of autumn water, showed such a look of astonishment that she almost couldn't believe her senses.
Except for the food she cooked, this was the first time in her life that she felt hungry.
Before she could be surprised for a long time, Zhong Wen's smiling and delicate face appeared again.
He held a plate in his hand, with pieces of yellow square food placed on it.
"What, what is this?" The smell emitted by these small squares was exactly the same as the extremely alluring aroma before. Feng Qingyu stared closely at the food on the plate, swallowed involuntarily, and asked in a low voice.
.
"This is a delicacy I invented."
Zhong Wentian shamelessly plagiarized the achievements of civilization in his previous life. His face was not red, his heart was not beating, "It's called 'stinky tofu'. It smells stinky and tastes delicious. Come on, try it!"
"Stinky tofu?"
Feng Qingyu had never heard of this kind of food and couldn't help but be curious, "Where does it smell? It's obviously very fragrant!"
There's drama!
Zhong Wen's eyes lit up and he became more attentive. He directly picked up a piece of stinky tofu and brought it to her lips: "I don't care if it smells good or not, let's try a piece first!"
This aroma was so alluring that Feng Qingyu finally lost his reserve, opened his lips lightly, and took a bite of the stinky tofu!
"Hmm~"
A sense of satisfaction from the depths of her soul instantly flowed through her body. She couldn't restrain it, and involuntarily let out a blushing gasp. The emptiness that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time seemed to be filled for the first time.
Under the beauty's sultry voice, even Zhong Wen felt itchy and unbearable, his face turned red, and some fantasies that he shouldn't have unconsciously appeared in his mind.
"How is it?" he asked knowingly.
"tasty."
Feng Qingyu replied decisively, then grabbed the chopsticks in his hand, and using the speed that only a strong saint could possess, his jade arms transformed into phantoms in the air, and put pieces of golden stinky tofu into his mouth.
The fair lady just a moment ago suddenly transformed into a starving ghost and was reincarnated. She ate stinky tofu with such terrifying aura that it was astonishing.
In an instant, a plate full of stinky tofu was swept away by the wind and rain. This extremely strange, yet inexplicably harmonious sight made Zhong Wen raise the corners of his mouth, smile slightly, and feel quite proud in his heart.
"Zhong Wen, thank you."
Feng Qingyu, who was still unfinished, suddenly turned to look at Zhong Wen, his eyes were slightly red, and his beautiful eyes were shining with excitement.
"It's just a plate of food." Zhong Wen waved his hands pretending to be calm, "What's the big deal?"
"Yes, this is a dish, but it is far more than just a dish." Feng Qingyu nodded first, then shook his head, "Whether it is the original novel or the current stinky tofu,
It was you who made me feel that I am not alone in this world."
Zhong Wen's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized how much loneliness and hesitation this girl with unique hobbies and tastes had experienced along the way.
Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, Feng Qingyu suddenly took a step forward, raised his head and stood on tiptoe, her lips came closer and pecked him lightly on the mouth.
This chapter has been completed!