She smiled and said, "I believe you." She couldn't speak her heart to the hopeful face in front of her, at least not now.
He is not only Hu Feng, but also Chu Yan, the future emperor of the Chu Kingdom.
An emperor who is willing to make such a promise to a woman, what else can she say
"I'm hungry!" Her delicate and soft voice, like an embroidered fist, gently and softly beat his heart, making him feel numb.
"What do you want to eat?" He would never know how soft his voice was when he said this, and the warmth in his eyes was so entwined with her eyes.
If he was just her Bai Zhi’s man, not a Jin Wang, not Chu Huang, but she was a man with Bai Zhi alone, how good would it be
"I want to eat fish soup." She didn't have any appetite, just said casually.
"I don't know any other dishes, but I made this fish soup very well. Would you like to try it?" Chu Yan smiled triumphantly. He marched in battle and was once trapped in the valley for more than ten days. In order to maintain strength and survive, he and the soldiers ate grassroots bark together. This fish soup was already the most delicious food at that time. At that time, he learned to cook fish soup.
Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows: "Do you still make fish soup?"
Chu Yan smiled and said: "This fish soup is easy to make, but if you want to be delicious, you have to use the freshest fish, preferably from the river. After the on-site slaughter, the pot is immediately removed, and the water in the river is used. It's delicious."
Use water from the river? Bai Zhi thinks of a picture in which an adult takes a child to swim in the river, and he urinates in the river if he has a urgency. . .
She immediately waved her hand: "Don’t have to be so troublesome. The kitchen in the house has live fish. Just do it here. After eating, if you have time, please accompany me out. I want to choose a gift for Meng Nan. Don’t you want to get married?"
Chu Yan didn't have much free time. Every day when he came to see her at Dongfang Bieyuan, he was squeezed out of the rest time at night. How long he stayed here during the day, and how long he would have to work overtime at night.
But Bai Zhi wanted to go, so he would naturally accompany him, even if it was all night long.
Of course, the fish soup made by Chu Yan is not as delicious as he said. In such an environment, everything you eat is naturally delicious.
But now is not the time, the taste is naturally different.
He tried several times, but he didn't make the original taste. The fish soup was fishy and tasteless, and there was not the slightest scent of satisfaction in his memory.
Dongfang Mu took two bites and stopped moving, but Bai Zhi ate the soup cleanly.
Chu Yan saw it in his eyes, sweet in his heart, his Zhi'er was so caring.
After lunch, the two left the house.
It is March, the peach trees all over the street are blooming, the cold wind blows through, and the sky is full of pink petals, as if it had rained on peach blossoms.
She stood under the flower tree and waited for him, with flying petals falling between her hair, brows, shoulders, and palms. The beauty was like a painting.
Chu Yan stepped forward quickly, brushed the petals of his eyebrows for him, raised his arms to prop up the cloak tied around his shoulders, and blocked the rain of flowers that kept falling for her.
This scene before Jubaozhai, I don't know how many people have seen it, and how many people have it engraved on it.
There was a painter sitting opposite, who was originally just painting a tree scene. This scene was visible. His pen quickly drew a few strokes to paint the scene where the man blocked the rain of flowers for the girl. It was wonderfully graceful.