There was only a gravel path, and there were some weeds beside the path. But around the path, there was a sea of flowers. And they were all red roses.
This fiery red ocean almost makes people obsessed with it. Women are born to love flowers, and flowers with meanings like roses are even more overwhelming. Xiaoxiao is of course no exception, and I almost looked at it for a moment.
of distraction.
"Mommy, Mommy!" If the cat hadn't been calling in her ears, it might have taken her a while to come to her senses.
"Well?"
"What just happened to Aunt Xiaoxiao?" Feng Xinmeng looked at Mu Xiaoxiao in confusion and then at Maomao with disdain.
Xiaoxiao just smiled stupidly. It can't be said that she was frightened by this sea of flowers, so Mu Maomao shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly: "Hey... Mengmeng, you will be like this when you grow up."
Feng Xinmeng scratched the back of her head in confusion. However, she did not continue to ask any more questions. She took Maomao with one hand and Xiaoxiao with the other and ran directly to the gravel path.
"Xinmeng, do you like roses very much?" She asked lightly while looking at the sea of flowers. In fact, the back gardens of large families usually have many seas of flowers. She is also used to it, but in fact, the back gardens of large families usually have many seas of flowers.
There are some precious flowers, and there are many varieties. It is rare that Feng Yichi's house is covered with roses.
Feng Xinmeng's head nodded like garlic: "I like it, I like it the most."
Mu Maomao tilted her head: "Mengmeng, how about I give you a big house made of roses from now on?"
"Really?"
"Um."
Listening to the chat between these two little guys, she couldn't help but smile. Is her son a hidden beauty in a golden house? No, it's a hidden beauty in a flower house. The friendship between children is really joyful. Her son is one year older than Mengmeng.
I feel like a big brother.
Looking at such a scene, she remembered what happened when she was a child. In the past, she had no friends of the same age. Because she was in the Murong family, one of the five major families, it was difficult to get in touch with some friends. Even if she met them occasionally,
Some people are also restrained when talking, which is probably what the adults taught her. She regrets that she has never been able to make good friends when she was a child. But luckily she has a brother. Although he is five years older than her, he can do anything no matter what.
Accompany her to go crazy and make trouble together. I always tolerate her unreasonable troubles.
There is harmony in the back garden, a sea of fiery red flowers, a handsome boy, a cute girl, and a woman who is more delicate than the flowers. In fact, Mu Xiaoxiao is very suitable for roses. She looks delicate and charming, but in fact she is covered with thorns.
A combination of softness and strength.
Upstairs, Feng Yichi stood on the balcony and looked at the back garden. A smile could not help but appear on his lips. His eyes had already been attracted by the beautiful scene below.
downstairs.
"I miss the taste of flowers so much, but I can't eat them anymore." Feng Xinmeng touched the rose petals with her little paws.
Maomao asked: "Do you want to eat roses?"
Feng Xinmeng turned to look at Maomao: "Well, my mother always cooked for me before, but after she left..." Her voice trailed off.
Mu Maomao immediately realized this and said quickly: "Mengmeng, do you still want to taste flowers?"
"think."
Maomao grabbed Xiaoxiao and said, "Mommy, why don't you hurry up and show Mengmeng what little cooking skills you have."
As soon as her son reminded her, Xiaoxiao clapped her hands together and said, "Yes, Xin Meng, how about I cook it for you?" Although her cooking skills are particularly poor and she is really bad at cooking, she still has a lot of research on special snacks.
Yes, I once made flower jam with roses.
"Can Aunt Xiaoxiao do it?"
“You’ll know after you try it.”
The three people quickly picked up roses in large and small bags. They all carried a bunch of roses into the kitchen. They were busy from noon to evening.
The rose dinner is completed.
Rose cake, a transparent pastry with a blooming rose inlaid in the center. Of course, the rose blooming in the pastry is not directly stuffed into the pastry, but the petals are processed and slowly pieced together.
A flower. This idea also came from the cherry blossom tea we had that day at the headquarters of the Killer Employment Center.
rose Tea.
Rose honey wings.
Bread with rose nectar. Although they are all roses, the taste is different, some are lighter and some are desserts. Platefuls of roses are placed on the table, and there are still many roses left and left to wither.
Why not make it more useful? Roses are used as decoration around the table.
When the whole thing is finished.
Feng Xinmeng swallowed her saliva and watched all this.
"Xinmeng, what's wrong? Eat quickly. Some things should be eaten while they're hot." Xiaoxiao pushed Feng Xinmeng and looked at her, her mouth was almost drooling.
Staring at her small round eyes, Feng Xinmeng shook her head violently, then turned and ran upstairs: "I'll ask daddy to come down and eat with us."
In a blink of an eye, he ran up and pulled Feng Yichi down in the blink of an eye.
What surprised Xiaoxiao and Maomao even more was that Feng Yichi's expression was not right either. If Feng Xinmeng showed such an expression because of his greedy mouth, it is impossible for Feng Yichi to be greedy too.
His eyes were looking at the things on the table, and some emotion seemed to be flowing out of his eyes.
"Uncle Feng?" Cat called tentatively a few times.
Feng Yichi finally came back to his senses and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao: "Is it all your fault?"
"Xinmeng said I wanted to eat, so I got some. Sorry, I picked a lot of roses in your yard." Xiaoxiao said with a hint of apology.
Feng Yichi shook his head: "The roses in the backyard are grown for food."
They looked at the father and daughter in confusion. The sea of roses and such beautiful scenery were not grown for viewing but for eating? This was really incredible. Xiaoxiao did not continue to ask any more questions, and the few of them sat down to eat.
Got up.
But what makes people feel strange is that Feng Yichi's reaction is a little weirder than usual.
"Mengmeng, what's wrong with Uncle Feng?" Mu Maomao secretly asked Feng Xinmeng. His mosquito voice was so quiet that even Xiaoxiao sitting next to him couldn't hear it.
Feng Xinmeng also answered Mu Maomao at the same volume: "Daddy must have been touched by the scene. Because my mother used to make rose food." That sea of flowers was the seed sown by her mother herself.
Roses bloom every year, and every year my mother picks them to make food. Since my mother died... the roses are still blooming, but they no longer have the same smell...
"Very delicious food, thank you, Xiaoxiao." After eating, Feng Yichi stood up and solemnly thanked him.
Xiaoxiao was caught off guard by such a formal thank you. She quickly shook her head and waved her hands and said, "If you like it, I can sing it for you if I'm here."
"Well... I'm already very satisfied." He lowered his eyes, and when he looked at Xiaoxiao again, there was a slightly different look in his eyes than usual.