The conditions in the village are poor, the weather is freezing, and food is scarce. You will not even be able to find noodles. Only a bag of flour can be found in the kitchen.
Chu Yan carried the flour to pay Zhenghe and looked at Longwei, "Will you do it?"
Fu Zheng hurriedly shook his head, and Long Wei also shook his head, saying that they would not.
They practiced martial arts at a young age, and the kitchen had never been in a place before.
If you have ready-made noodles, you might be able to cook two bowls, but how can they make this big bag of flour
In order to prevent Bai Zhi from being hungry, Chu Yan had to roll up his sleeves and do the work, kneading dough, which he saw that Bai Zhi had done before, and followed her steps.
The noodles are good, but they don't know how to roll the noodles. The noodles are uneven in thickness and length.
He cooked a big pot and let the Dragon Guards and Fu Zheng taste it first. The big guy hadn't eaten for a day, plus it was made by the emperor himself, and it tasted particularly delicious.
"Is it delicious?" Chu Yan asked.
Fu Zheng nodded repeatedly, full of praise.
He asked a few Long Wei again, and they all said it was delicious, and they were all smiles.
He let go of his heart, took a bowl of noodles and walked to the house where Bai Zhi lived.
Xiao Qing's hungry chest pressed her back, and jumped up when she smelled the scent.
"What's delicious?" She rushed forward.
Chu Yan raised the bowl and said with a foul face: "You have to eat yourself and go to the kitchen. This is not yours."
Xiaoqing curled his lips, "I didn't bring me a bowl by the way, it's really stingy."
Chu Yan glanced dissatisfiedly at Xiao Qing who ran out, with an unhappy expression on his face: "This girl is really not big or small." If it wasn't for her good deeds that she just broke, he might really bring her a bowl. .
Bai Zhi reached out to take the bowl in Chu Yan's hand, but Chu Yan refused: "I'll feed you."
Bai Zhi laughed: "I'm fine, why do you want to feed it? I can just eat it myself."
Chu Yan refused: "Either I feed you with my hand, or I feed you with my mouth, choose one of the two."
Bai Zhi's face was blushing, remembering that the two of them were almost there. . . The picture is even more dry.
"Don't choose one? Is that two?" He smirked and leaned forward.
Bai Zhi shrank back and hurriedly stretched out a finger: "One, I choose one."
Xu was hungry and tasteless noodles. She actually ate a large bowl of noodles. After eating, she remembered and asked, "Who made this noodle?"
Chu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I did it."
"You?" She shook her head: "I don't believe it."
"Don't believe it? Why?"
Bai Zhi said, "You have never done this before. At most, you just burn a fire and make the next noodle. But this noodle is hand-made. You can't even make the noodles. How do you make the noodles?"
"Have never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run? I saw you do it before, and follow it."
The lights in the room were very dim, and she couldn't see the uncleaned flour on his face, or the red marks on his hands that were accidentally scalded by sparks when the fire was on fire.
But he saw the endless deep affection in his eyes. In those dark eyes, she was the only one, and she was the only one.
His eyes met, sparks overflowed, and he held her hand, and the feeling of electric shock made the two people's hearts tremble.
He just wanted to kiss the gorgeous red lips, and wanted to finish what he hadn't done before.
But at this moment, Xiao Qing's reckless figure rushed in again, "Girl, it's late, let's rest." While she was speaking, she cast her eyes on Chu Yan, meaning that it was obvious that the girl is going to sleep. Now, this man should also avoid suspicion and leave.