The door to the kitchenette was left open.
Ren Yue stood at the door in a loose white coat, and the night wind gently brushed the hem of the white coat, making faint sounds.
Wen Rou didn't care, at the moment all her energy was concentrated on the porridge bowl in her hand.
It's just a simple bowl of rice porridge, slightly golden in the milky white.
With a gentle expression and a pensive look, she held her thin cheeks with one hand, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
Seeing this scene, Ren Yue couldn't help being dazed.
In this situation, even though it is a cook who met by chance, why is there such sentimentality...
Ren Yue felt strange in his heart.
"Miss Wen." Ren Yue called softly.
"Master Ren, how are you?" This soft call was like a pair of soft hands, gently pulling back the gentle mind.
"Well, there is Miss Lao Wen." Ren Yue saluted, then stepped forward and slowly moved into the kitchen.
"Oh, Mr. Ren was drunk just now, and the little girl cooked some rice porridge, which must have relieved the discomfort in your stomach a little bit." Seeing Ren Yue coming in so slowly, Rou Rou looked a little panicked. That scene, that smooth back, seemed to be frozen in my mind, lingering, the more I didn't want to think about it, the more it kept reappearing.
"I...drunk?" Ren Yue was a little surprised.
After all, with his drinking power, even though Shengyao Mountain's jar of West Wind wine was strong, he still wouldn't be intoxicated.
Oh, by the way, it was windy outside just now.
Ren Yue slowly recalled the previous scene.
Scattered fragments, trivial pieces can't make up space.
It seems that he said something, it seems that the girl in front of him. Holding my hand and crying...
Why can't I remember it at all!
Ren Yue recalled vigorously, but it was like fishing for the moon in the water, the shadow of the moon was mottled. But the hands are empty.
A headache, just a headache.
Ren Yue couldn't help but frowned slightly.
"Young Master Ren, let's have some porridge. You can go to rest later. It seems that Mr. Songtao and the others should be arriving soon." Rourou looked up at the sky. The moonlight is thick.
"It's okay, I'll wait for you here." Ren Yue lightly adjusted his large and clean white clothes, and sat calmly in front of the kitchen table and chairs, holding the porcelain bowl with one hand, slowly savoring the gentle and delicate taste one spoon at a time. Boiled rice porridge.
My stomach was empty, and I was burned by strong alcohol, I was really uncomfortable.
This bowl of ordinary rice porridge seems to have a magical power and is warm. To warm my aching stomach.
The aroma of food. Slight sweetness of rock sugar. Little by little, it nourished Ren Yue's slightly injured stomach.
I have always had this feeling, as if I am a traveler who has wandered for a long time, walking in a strange place. The strange faces around him were in a hurry, and there was only that one person. In the crowd, in the dark, exudes a unique light.
That light seems to make people unconscious, just follow, follow, and when it stops, it turns into a bowl of ordinary rice porridge in front of it, warming the heart and stomach, and gently caressing the most fragile part of the heart. A pain that never shows.
"This house! It's really big!" Just as Ren Yue was immersed in the memory of eating porridge, there was a commotion outside the courtyard, followed by the sound of people and horseshoes, and came in like that.
"Hmph, Sheng Yaoshan!" Ren Yue could clearly distinguish the voice.
Everything tonight started because of that reckless man!
Ren Yue felt a little annoyed in his heart, at this moment he had just finished his last mouthful of porridge.
"My lord, why didn't you say a word, and ran here by yourself!" Xiao Anzi squeezed in anxiously.
"Oh, I think it's getting late, so let's make some arrangements first. Everyone has been working hard on the road, so it's better to rest early!" Ren Yue never mentioned what happened tonight, but just used another excuse.
In fact, originally he intended to settle Mr. Song Tao and others in this mansion, but tonight, with such a coincidence, it was a bit anxious and absurd to move into the mansion.
"It's rare for Ren Yue to invite you kindly. I'll just do as I please. Let's settle down here tonight. We'll discuss everything tomorrow." After all, Mr. Songtao is an old man. What's more, he and Ren Yue were both mentors and apprentices, so they didn't pay much attention to politeness.
"Teacher, this way please. Xiao Anzi, take the others to settle down." Ren Yue gently helped Mr. Songtao up, and then instructed Xiao Anzi.
"Yes, my lord. But, are you really okay?" Xiao Anzi leaned over and whispered in his ear, but felt that something strange happened tonight. He was eating at Chengfuji, but halfway through, the lord came out to ventilate. Why did Qiao Zizhang later He rushed in anxiously, saying that Ren Yue asked him to take everyone to the mansion in the provincial capital. What the hell is going on here!
"It's nothing." Ren Yue didn't explain much. At this moment, he was still dressed in clean white clothes, and he still looked calm. It seemed that Qiao Zizhang didn't say anything, which was really lucky.
Thinking of this, when Ren Yue turned around, he sharply searched for Qiao Zizhang who was hidden in the crowd from the corner of his eye.
At this moment, Qiao Zizhang's eyes met Ren Yue's.
As a result, one was full of smiles, the other knew it well, and a kind of tacit understanding reached an agreement in the intersection of the two eyes.
This is a secret that no one can tell.
However, at this moment, there was another person with a flustered expression.
Sheng Yaoshan looked at Ren Yue pretending to be calm.
This bitch has changed her clothes!
It seems that he won't tell the story of tonight, it's embarrassing, alas! It's my fault!
Sheng Yaoshan felt ashamed in his heart, that throwing up all over his body, anyone would be blown up. Not to mention that picky Wushuang son!
Seeing that Ren Yue supported Mr. Song Tao to leave, it seemed that he didn't intend to entangle with his own theory at all, Sheng Yaoshan fell to the ground with a hanging heart.
I must invite this kid to drink some other day, and apologize in person.
After a day of tossing, and another night of tossing.
In Renfu, the provincial capital, everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful.
Wen Rou lay alone on this strange bed, tossing and turning.
At nightfall, do the words that Ren Yue said when he was drunk and fading still count
"Rou'er. Why... I think we are so familiar... so familiar... so close."
That familiar voice, familiar tone, with a faint scent of medicine, seemed to still linger in my ears.
indeed. "Life and death are shared, life and death share weal and woe, how can you not be familiar with it?" The gentle heart once again overturned the waves.
In the darkness, Ren Yue's white and clean arms. Slightly protruding from the wide sleeves, along the wooden tabletop, slowly moving towards gentleness.
Getting closer, slowly getting closer.
The slender snow-white fingers slowly traced his cheeks, caressingly brushing them. The temperature, which was slightly cold, became slightly hot again.
In his previous life, he had never been so close to himself, and he had always maintained the style of a modest gentleman.
This seamless intimate caress. A moment becomes incomparably cherished.
if. This is in a dream. Gentle hope that this beautiful dream will never wake up again.
"Rou'er...Rou'er..." Ren Yue's jade-like voice still echoed in his ears.
Ren Yue will take responsibility for today's affairs!
Life and death go the same way. Even if I die, I will not regret it!
Before the cavalry, faint words. But it seems to be decisive, and it weighs more than Mount Tai.
After the trance, Wen Rou felt her cheeks were wet, and when she raised her hand to wipe it, it was full of tears.
That night, that young man in white stood in front of him, with a long sword in his hand that was as gorgeous as autumn water.
"It smells so good!" Just in this dream, a faint smell of food floated outside the window.
Gentle sat up involuntarily.
It's so late, who is cooking the food, there is nothing but food here!
Wen Rou felt curious, gently opened the door, and went to look for the food along the direction of the food.
Suddenly, a familiar name came to mind "Cai Mi", could it be Cai Mi!
The doors of the guest rooms are all closed, and the lights in each room are completely extinguished.
Wen Rou groped to Wen Shouzheng's room, leaned on the door and listened carefully, there were snoring noises in the room, it seemed that Chef Wen was sleeping soundly.
It must be Cai Mi!
A little excitement ignited in the gentle heart.
Forgot about this old man!
Along the way, he came to the kitchen to steal food in the dead of night every day, but his cooking skills were superb. Could it be that his hands were itchy again in the strange Ren's house? !
Let's go, take a look, there is no vegetable meat, let's see what delicious food this old man can make with grain!
Gentle made up her mind, and her steps immediately became light and nimble.
The light of a dancing candle light attracted the gentle footsteps.
That fragrance came from here.
Strange, what kind of smell is this? It's obviously the smell of grain, but I can't tell it apart!
The closer you get, the more surprised Wen Wen feels.
"Huh, huh, huh!" There were waves of spatulas turning.
What is this frying
Gentle and curious, she gently pushed open the door, and Cai Mi's thin figure was turning the spatula in her hand vigorously in front of the stove.
"Cai Bo!" Rourou called softly.
"Oops! You scared me to death!" Cai Mi didn't pay attention, and the spatula in his hand almost fell to the ground.
Turning around, he saw that he was gentle, and immediately showed a nonchalant expression on his face, continuing to fry the food in his hand.
It was a kind of slightly golden, similar to insect eggs, which were scattered and rolled up and down with the spatula in the pot.
"Hey! Uncle Cai, so you are frying worms!" Ruan Rou felt a chill on his back, this big pot of worms!
"Hey, what kind of bug is this? This is the best fragrant tribute rice from Dashi. After all, it is Ren's mansion, and there are such good things!" Cai Mi's face has a big greedy word! Still busy with the spatula in hand.
The temperature in the pot is not too high, and the slightly yellow fragrant rice turns golden after being stir-fried. Each exudes a faint fragrance.
No wonder I can't tell the difference, because I don't know each other.
Gentle and secretly happy.
"But Cai Bo, how do you know this is the best fragrant tribute rice? Could it be that you have eaten it before?" Rourou felt strange.
"I... this..." Cai Mi was speechless for a while, "I heard..."
"Who did you hear that from?" Gentle asked.
"This... this... ahem, anyway, I know it!" Cai Mi saw that he was not gentle, so he simply started to play a rogue again, using his usual trick, and refused to admit it.
"Cai Bo, is this fragrant tribute rice delicious?" Rou Rou didn't argue with him, but just moved closer to watch it carefully.
"It's delicious! I'm almost done frying. As the saying goes, you'll get half of it when you meet. You're a lucky girl tonight. Try it later!" Cai Mi seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood!
Facing delicious food, which mood will be bad!