Zhao Yuan looked at her white and rosy face, his face moved slightly, his eyes were a little deeper, and there was a constant noise in his heart, which made him feel a little bitter.
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhao Yuan picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu for her again: "How do you like trying this Mapo Tofu?"
This time, Leng Changxi did not dare to be as impatient as before. She carefully cooled the tofu and put it in her mouth. The melt-in-the-mouth texture was so good that she almost squinted her eyes.
It had been almost half a year since she had tasted such a taste. It made her miss Jiazhou cuisine, and it also reminded her of her childhood happiness. It even made her miss Mr. Leng and Mrs. Leng: “I don’t know dad and Mrs. Leng.
Mom, how are you doing with Mother Wu?"
While Zhao Yuan was preparing the dishes for Leng Changxi, he said calmly: "When I was in the palace, I sent them a letter to report that everything was safe. Before I came here, I received a reply saying that everything was fine. But they seemed to be worried.
Yours, I'm afraid you've never been out of Jiazhou and will cause trouble as soon as you come out."
Zhao Yuan blinked at Leng Changxi with a smile. Leng Changxi's eyes widened and she puffed up her cheeks, thinking: This guy actually dares to laugh at me for going to the city as a country bumpkin! I think back then, your sister and I were featured in Paris fashion magazines.
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Looking at her petite and angry face, Zhao Yuan's heart felt like a spring breeze blowing through her, tingling and tingling, and she wanted to come forward and take a bite.
"Sure enough, your parents guessed it right. You see, since you entered the palace, you have caused these things one after another!" Zhao Yuan sneered, lightly scratching her pursed lips,
The warm feeling passed through his fingertips, hitting her heart like an electric current, causing Leng Changxi to tremble.
Leng Changxi avoided his sight, buried her whole head in the plate, lowered her head, and only focused on eating and drinking.
"Slow down, no one will rob you!" Zhao Yuan chuckled helplessly, swiping the corners of her lips with his fingertips, as if murmuring to himself, but also as if he was talking to her: "This is the best, you will always be with me.
In my arms, I will protect you, pamper you, love you, and love you forever. As long as you cause trouble, I will be happy to deal with the aftermath. Just stay where I am and don’t leave my sight.
How is it?"
Zhao Yuan's voice was low and gentle, with an intoxicating fragrance like old wine. Leng Changxi's heart was moved, and she was moved, but there was a faint pain struggling in her heart. So she did not answer, but just turned around,
Changing the topic: "Brother Yuan, where did you get this dish? It tastes like a golden palace!"
Not hearing her answer, Zhao Yuan felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it. He smiled lightly, with a hazy light burning on his handsome face, and slightly opened his lips and said: "I once bought it from Jinyumantang
I taught the chef how to make some of your favorite dishes. I just don’t know if they taste the same."
It turned out that he was so thoughtful. Even without asking, she knew that the recipe was not easy to obtain. In ancient times, recipes were a chef's special skill and were never easily passed on to others. Zhao Yuan was able to obtain so many recipes, which shows that he
She has good intentions. As long as she has these recipes, she can eat delicious food wherever she goes.
"It's delicious. It tastes really good!" Given Zhao Yuan's intention, even if the dish was poisonous, she would be happy with it.
"If it's delicious, eat more!" Zhao Yuan put a piece of charcoal-roasted mutton in her bowl.
"You eat too!" Leng Changxi stuffed something into her mouth and picked up some food for Zhao Yuan.
A flash of light flashed through Zhao Yuan's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. He smiled slightly, raised his chopsticks and took two casual bites, saying: "I couldn't wait for you, so I ate it first. These are specially made for you, please eat more."
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"What time is it now?" Leng Changxi looked at the already dark sky.
"It's midnight, and it's been an hour after dinner. I was afraid that you would be really hungry if you went to sleep any longer, and I couldn't bear to let you go, so I hurriedly woke you up!" Zhao Yuan chuckled softly.
Leng Changxi curled her lips and did not refute, because she was indeed hungry. Thinking back to her previous life, when she was flying around abroad, she never ate on time. In order to dance and stay in shape, she never dared to let go of her stomach.
Eating and drinking. It was not until this life that Leng Changxi suddenly realized that happiness is so simple, that is, being able to have enough to eat.
The candle flame danced on the table, flickering brightly and dimly, reflecting on Leng Changxi's fragrant red face, adding a bit of enchantment. Zhao Yuan looked at it with dismay, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Leng Changxi, on the other hand, was happily eating without noticing his little thoughts.
Perhaps because she ate too hastily, Leng Changxi felt that her body was getting a little hot, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, her face was flushed, and she felt a little uncomfortable with the heat.
"Well, it's so hot!" Leng Changxi fanned herself with her hands and rolled up her sleeves. A pair of white jade arms suddenly fell into Zhao Yuan's eyes.
Zhao Yuan opened his eyes uncomfortably, his body aching slightly, and his voice was hoarse as he said: "You must have eaten too quickly, eat slowly, there is still a lot, I will open the window for you."
With that said, Zhao Yuan walked to the window and opened it.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew in, bringing with it a hint of coolness, caressing Leng Changxi's face. The heat was relieved a lot, and she felt refreshed.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Yuan stretched out her hand to wipe away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
Many of these dishes included spicy boiled pork slices, so it was normal to feel hot and hot, but Leng Changxi didn't take it too seriously.
However, when she opened the window and the cool night breeze could not relieve the heat in her heart, she faintly felt that something was wrong.
"Brother Yuan, do you feel hot?" Leng Changxi looked up at Zhao Yuan with a seductive confusion in her eyes. While she shouted that it was too hot, she opened her lapel, and the white snow on her chest loomed in front of Zhao Yuan.
The shaking in front of his eyes made him so distracted that his body could not help but tremble.
"It's not hot." Zhao Yuan forced herself to look away.
"But, I'm so hot, really so hot!" Leng Changxi's voice contained a hint of coquettishness, and her hands kept touching her face and neck, as if this would make her feel cooler.
Finally, Zhao Yuan also discovered something was wrong with her. Regardless of his stretched and painful body, he pulled Leng Changxi into his arms and took a closer look. He found that her face was flushed, as if blood was dripping from her body, and her whole body was covered with blood.
It was stained with red clouds, and the tentacles were frighteningly hot.
"Xiao Bao'er, you..." No matter how slow Zhao Yuan was, he understood what was going on and looked at Leng Changxi with a look of shock and anger.