Feng Jingyun knew that it was Shang who showed mercy because of her actions just now. Her heart felt a little cold, and she felt sad for Jun Mo Shang. In the village at the foot of the mountain, Jun Mo Shang did nothing but passed by the village. At first, he
He never wanted to hurt anyone, but because he looked different from ordinary people, everyone thought he was a monster and wanted to beat him up and kill him.
Although there is no shortage of Jun Youqi secretly looking for people to stir up trouble and incite the villagers, it is an ironclad fact that the world cannot tolerate Jun Mo Shang.
And just now, she knew that he didn't bother to take the bowl from the maid, and didn't want to get too close to other women, so he used his special function to make the bowl fly, turning it into a sorcery again.
Her cold eyes fell on his face. The left side of his face was wearing a mask, while his right side was handsome and beautiful. The blood-colored eyes glowed with a strange and frightening light.
This man is evil and arrogant, and the world cannot tolerate him.
In this world, having relatives is equivalent to having no relatives, he only has her.
Her heart suddenly felt soft, and her eyes couldn't help but soften when she looked at him.
Feeling the love in her eyes, he felt a little more happy. He took a spoon and scooped up the glutinous rice oil tea. He didn't forget to blow it to cool it down and put it to her lips.
She opened her lips and tasted it, "It has a natural rice fragrance, a good snack."
He wanted to continue feeding, but she said, "I'll do it myself."
"The bowl is too hot and it will burn if you hold it." He did not comply.
Her heart was filled with warmth. He was indifferent to the world, except for her. How could a man like him treat her like this? I really don't know how deeply he loved her.
She always felt that his love for her was so deep that it could not be deepened.
After feeding her the glutinous rice and oil tea like a child, he walked to the square table, skillfully picked up two pieces of pig blood sausage, and cut them into thin slices. After cutting, he washed the pot, put in oil, and cut the pieces.
Put the pig blood sausage into the pot and stir-fry it skillfully...
She watched him cooking, not as mediocre as ordinary people, but with a subtle elegance that was pleasing to the eye. In the past, she was very moved when she watched him cooking in the Batian Island kitchen.
It's been a few months and it's still the same.
In fact, he is quite busy, and he is always busy with many things. He tells his subordinates everything they want to do, and puts her first in everything. Even cooking, he always does it himself for her.
"I can't believe that you can also stir-fry pork blood sausage and other special dishes." She smiled with a smile on her lips. In fact, pig blood sausage is a famous dish in many places.
He sat on a small stool next to the fire. When he raised his head, he happened to see her beautiful smile. His cold heart, which had been warmed by her, started beating faster. "Not only can he cook, but he can also cook."
"real?"
"Two kilograms of pig blood, half a kilogram of pig intestines, seasonings are 1.6 qian for Sichuan peppercorns, 8 qian for salt, 53 qian for coriander, 1.3 qian for monosodium glutamate, and 5.3 qian for pepper. After putting the pig blood into the basin,
Break up the lumps, then heat the white broth, add seasonings and pig blood, stir evenly, pour it into the washed pig intestines, and tie the openings at both ends with a string."
"You really know how to do it." Feng Jingyun raised his eyebrows. In ancient times, there was no unit of measurement like 'gram'. Instead, money was used. Converting one penny in ancient times is equal to 3.72 grams in modern times.
His eyes were gentle, "Have you forgotten? I told you that I would learn cooking skills for you."
