"I have a lot to say to you alone, and I don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Therefore, I have already told her not to come back these days."
There was anger in her eyes again. This damn Luo Jia had already investigated herself clearly. What does this mean?
"I'm hungry, Fangfei, what do you want me to eat?"
"I have nothing to eat here."
He looked around, looking at some dried mountain products on the wall, looking at the vegetables, and was surprised again. That little petite flower in the temple could already cook? Those delicate fingers were also soaked in rice water?
"Fangfei, cook and see if this meal can poison me to death." He said with great interest, "My Fangfei, you are a miracle doctor. If you poison me to death, you will be truly free from now on."
Fang Fei bit her lip and walked out, only to find that the surroundings were quiet. Even the guards were gone. There were some, but they had obviously hidden themselves.
The kitchen is under a tree, and a large stone is cleverly concave into the shape of a stove. It can keep out wind, rain, and smoke. It was built for her by a poor craftsman who she once cured. Next to it is a table made of beech.
The small wooden table is made of simple wood made by local people. It is not exquisite, and its simplicity reveals a sense of elegance.
Luo Jia watched her busy, choosing vegetables, washing rice, and then stir-frying.
The water gurgled in the pot, and soon the sweet aroma of rice overflowed. Then she started cooking. In the dark night, the flames flickered, turning her black clothes into a faint red. There was a slight smile on her snow-white forehead.
A thin layer of sweat makes the skin look more delicate and radiant.
A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, let alone an emperor. It was the first time in Luojia's life that he witnessed the whole process of cooking, but he felt very interested and his appetite was whetted just by looking at it.
Several plates of wild side dishes, two large plates of cured meats, and porridge with a fragrant aroma were placed on the small wooden table. The two stools were also rough, but they were polished spotlessly, complementing the small wooden table.
Luojia was used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas in the palace, and every meal was dazzling. How many times had he ever seen such a simple dinner? However, this dining table was placed under the flower tree, with a white moon, clear wind, and a candlelight. It was indescribable style and romance.