Happy time always flows fastest between your fingers. You can't try to keep it, but you can continue to pursue it.
Time will not stop for one person, but it can run with happiness.
During the few months I stayed in the mountains, this was the sentence that Nangong Mei touched me the most.
For a woman who lives in happiness, love has wiped away the frost all over her body, and her formerly cold face is filled with sweet smiles.
Spring passes and summer solstice passes, and in the blink of an eye it’s late summer.
The dark night sky is full of stars, and a bright moon hangs high above. The gentle moonlight gently touches the long hair of my lover.
Luo Ming leaned elegantly on the stone pillar of Liangshan, looking at the busy figure in the kitchen with his narrow eyes, and the happy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth was so breathtaking.
But he still couldn't believe that the food made by this woman was edible!
In the kitchen, acrid thick smoke kept coming out, accompanied by the sound of a woman coughing.
For a long time, Nangong Mei didn't come out. Instead, the smoke became bigger and bigger, and he couldn't see the beautiful figure in the window clearly. There seemed to be some sparks in the haze.
Beads of sweat appeared on Luo Ming's forehead. He could no longer remain calm. He cursed under his breath and strode towards the kitchen.
The kitchen can be set on fire, but nothing will happen to the women inside!
Luo Ming rushed into the kitchen in a hurry. Before he could find Nangong Mei, he was enveloped in the pungent smoke. If he hadn't had strong internal strength, he would have choked and suffered stomach bleeding.
"Mei'er..." Finally finding her, he breathed a sigh of relief and strode to her side, but was stunned by her appearance.
"Don't disturb me!" Nangong Mei frowned and said dissatisfiedly, her dark eyes focused on looking at the food in the pot that could not be seen.
Luo Ming looked at the messy kitchen. It was so messy that he could hardly move. He happened to cooperate very well with Nangong Mei.
The snow-white skirt was stained with oil, and there were some colorful and unknown colors, and there was even carbon black on it. The fair cheeks were as colorful as a kitten, and there was a little black on the delicate and pretty nose.
She seemed completely unaware of how embarrassing her current appearance and situation was. It was funny, and her bright eyes were focused on her masterpiece, waiting for the "delicious" food to come out.
Luo Ming looked at Nangong Mei helplessly, but there was a deep smile in his eyes. He carefully checked the surroundings and confirmed that there would be no fire for the time being before he felt relieved and stood aside and stared at the focused Nangong Mei.
He wanted to pamper her to the heavens. No matter what she wanted to do, he would satisfy her as long as she was not harmed.
But he felt happy about the dark, unknown thing in the pot. It was the first thing she had made for him. She learned to cook with hands that could only kill, just because of him!
The smell of the food cooked in the pot was pungent and fishy. After it was very sticky, Nangong Mei carefully scooped it up and poured it on the fresh rice.
The thick black liquid covered the rice, and my slender fingers picked up some chopped green onions and sprinkled it on top, adding some green spots to the pitch-black tone.
Nangong Mei sniffed the "scent" of the black liquid with great satisfaction, raised a bright smile on her lips, and said proudly: "It's done! A masterpiece by a master!"
Luo Ming nodded and said meaningfully: "It is indeed the masterpiece of a master." Without a certain level, it is absolutely impossible to make such a dish that lacks both color, flavor and taste.
Nangong Mei didn't care at all about Luo Ming's weird expression. She picked up the plate and walked out of the house, not forgetting to say to Luo Ming: "Ming, come out for supper quickly!"
"Oh." Looking at Nangong Mei's triumphant look, he always felt a chill behind him, making him have the urge to shiver.
On a summer night, the hot air has been blown away by the cool wind, and it is cool under the huge bright moon.
Luo Ming sat at the stone table in the pavilion, looking at the plate of "delicious food" in front of him with some horror.
Looking around, there was no one, only green leaves blown by the wind.
Now that Nangong Mei is not here, can he not eat this plate of black stuff? He quietly poured it out and said it was all eaten without anyone noticing!
"Ming, why haven't you eaten yet?" Nangong Mei walked over slowly with a glass of mellow wine, her beautiful face looking so peaceful under the moonlight.
Luo Ming's body visibly stiffened, and he turned his head, with a beautiful smile hanging on his handsome face. He stared at the person walking gently and said, "You made it for me with your own hands. I want you to see it."
Let me eat it all!"
Nangong Mei slowly placed the wine glass on the stone table, filled the glass elegantly, and said with a smile: "I once saw a recipe, and it said this, black spicy pepper, very delicious." Luo Ming thought.
Naturally, she knew that this dish was inedible and wanted to hit her. If she hadn't lived a relaxed life for so long, she wouldn't have believed that she could make something edible with her own hands.
Strong spicy food, when you hear its name and smell it, you will roughly know what it tastes like. If nothing else, it is just as spicy as you imagined.
Luo Ming swallowed secretly. He picked up the wooden chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of white rice with spicy food, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
Wherever the strong spicy food passed, it was like fire, and the temperature rose rapidly. In just a moment, his entire mouth was on fire, and it seemed like fire could be sprayed out when he opened his mouth.
Nangong Mei looked at Luo Ming nervously and asked uneasily: "Isn't it delicious?" She cooked it exactly according to the recipe. In her heart, this was a perfect dish.
"No." Luo Ming looked at the plate intently, not looking into Nangong Mei's eyes. He took two bites and swallowed the food in his mouth, "It's delicious!" Another big mouthful of spicy food mixed with white rice was eaten down.
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Luo Ming ate happily, finishing more than half of the food on the plate in just a short time.
Seeing Luo Ming wolfing down the food, the smile on Nangong Mei's face became even sweeter. The spicy food must be delicious!
She changed a stool and sat next to Luo Ming, and she said sweetly: "Try it for me?" She hadn't eaten what she had made, so it looked like it was worth looking forward to.
Luo Ming's hand holding the wooden chopsticks paused for a moment, then he quickly picked up the plate and moved it aside. He said resolutely like a child protecting his favorite things: "No! You made this for me, I want one."
Eat them all!"
Full of happiness filled her heart, and the smile in the corner of Nangong Mei's eyes deepened, and she said: "Since I like it, I will cook it for you in the future." When she saw this dish, she thought about cooking it for Shangguan Mu Shao.
I wrote down how to do it, but I never had the chance to do it.
Feeling the coolness on his back, he buried his head and continued to struggle with the black and spicy taste.
After finishing the delicacies on the plate and drinking strong wine, Luo Ming couldn't taste the spiciness of the wine at all, he just felt like he was drinking tasteless water.
His stomach was burning, as if something was burning inside, and when he opened his mouth, he felt like he could spit out fire.
Putting down his wooden chopsticks and looking into Nangong Mei's bright eyes, he put a satisfied smile on his face and said, "This is the happiest meal I have ever had." It wasn't a lie, Nangong Mei personally came here for him.
No matter how hard it is to swallow, you still feel so happy when you eat it.
"I didn't expect you to like spicy food so much." Nangong Mei stood up and put away the bowls and chopsticks, "I'll take the bowls and chopsticks in and take a shower before coming out." She turned around gracefully, even though her skirt was already dirty.
, still does not reduce her noble temperament.
Luo Ming's gentle eyes dimmed after Nangong Mei left, his slender hands slowly clenched, his cold expression colder than the cold moonlight.
The word "ye" represents a lot.
A gust of cool night wind blew away, sweeping away a slightly yellow leaf. The fallen leaves danced and then slowly fell to the ground. This is the melody of the coming autumn.
At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the autumn is as bright as the sunset, but it will only usher in the cold and lonely winter.
Nianmei Palace is located in the mountains. After leaving the palace, there is an endless mountain forest with a sea of flowers interspersed among them.
Nangong Mei was sitting in a sea of blue flowers, soaking her bare feet in a small clear pool, but her dark eyes were looking ahead blankly, her mind wandering far away.
A figure dressed in snow-white suddenly appeared not far from her. He looked at her lonely back quietly for a while and then slowly walked to her side and said politely: "Miss Nangong, can I sit here?"
For a moment?”
Nangong Mei didn't look at the person, but she already knew who he was, and said calmly: "Whatever."
The person who came was none other than Jie Xun.
Jie Xun sat down on the stone next to the small pool, looked at the clear water with clear eyes, and said meaningfully: "Such a beautiful flower, such a beautiful water, why do they only reflect the beautiful girl's sad thoughts?"
The snow-white jade feet moved slightly, creating ripples. There was a trace of sadness flowing in the beautiful eyes, and she said lightly: "What is love? It always hurts people." I don't know when.
At first, Luo Ming always avoided her intentionally or unintentionally, and the way he looked at her was no longer so gentle.
Jie Xun raised his eyes and looked at the depressed Nangong Mei with pity. With his slender hands, he carefully picked off a blue flower that was blooming next to him, picked off the petals, and scattered them in the pool water.
The dark blue petals float on the water, like a boat gliding in the water.
Jie Xun's clear eyes looked intently at the petals on the water, and said: "If you just look at it like this, it may float like you, or it may also stay away from you, but if..." He stretched out his slender fingers to pick up a piece of petals.
Put the blue petals in the palm of your hand, "you can touch it if you reach out your hand, and you can hold it if you miss it."
Nangong Mei looked at Jie Xun doubtfully, looked at the petals in his hand, and murmured: "Stretch out your hand to touch..." Suddenly she realized that she hadn't reached out to touch his cheek for a long time.
"Be sure to take good care of your body, and don't catch the cold." Jiexun stood up, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "I won't disturb you, I'll say goodbye."