An hour later, Xiaoye sent them back to the hotel. The door of the hotel room opened, and there was a cooking pot already placed on the coffee table, a bowl of red hot pot ingredients, and an apron hurriedly thrown in the corner of the sofa.
Zhu Qinghuan changed his shoes, folded the apron first, then added water to the pot and energized it, and poured the ingredients down to cook. While cooking, she went to the refrigerator again, and brought out trays of prepared ingredients, mutton, beef, crab sticks, swallow dumplings, green vegetables, lotus roots, bamboo shoots, beef balls, potatoes, each in a different amount. There are many, but the variety is very complete.
Qinghuan's craftsmanship is as perfect as ever.
Nanyang sat on the sofa, scooped up a little hot pot soup with a spoon, and took a shallow taste. It is very fragrant, and the spiciness is very good. After entering the mouth, the spiciness will stay on the tip of the tongue for a short time, but it will not enter the throat and stomach. Drinking a sip of soda will easily wash away the spiciness on the tip of the tongue, which will not cause any trouble. It can satisfy her appetite without harming her body.
Did God know that they were born to be together, so they poached all their talents in cooking to supply Qinghuan
Nanyang pursed the red oil on his lips and sighed silently in his heart.
In fact, she learned how to cook a long time ago, but it wasn't long before she used a forbidden technique. After her right hand was destroyed, she still couldn't get used to using her left hand, so she could no longer do these delicate things.
"Why did you drink the soup?" Zhu Qinghuan brought the last dish and smiled helplessly, "I'll get you a bowl and mix it with some dipping sauce. Do you eat sesame oil?"
Nanyang nodded.
"Where's the sesame sauce?"
Nanyang nodded again.
"chopped green onion?"
nod.
"garlic?"
Shaking his head.
"Okay, I see." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen. Fortunately, the set given by the crew brought a small kitchen, otherwise today's hot pot meal would be a bit difficult. All kinds of seasonings covered the whole stove. When I bought it back yesterday, Xiaoye insisted on asking two bodyguards to fight together, and then successfully brought in these bottles and jars intact.
After mixing the bowl, she walked back to the sofa and handed Nanyang's bowl to her. She asked Nanyang to sit by the window, and then opened the window a little so that the cold wind could just blow on Nanyang's shoulders.
She has been silently remembering her minor illness.
I don't know since when, they seem to have returned to the way they got along with each other three thousand years ago. Nanyang was still the venerable lord who used to sit idle and wait for food to be fed into his mouth, and Qing Huan was still the little apprentice who served her without complaint. It seems that it has always been like this for the past three thousand years. As long as they meet, as long as they are together, even Qing Huan can't remember anything, but she will always take good care of this woman named Nanyang.
It is already an instinct engraved in the soul.
Nanyang straightened his back, took the chopsticks straightly in his right hand, put the chopsticks in his mouth first, and then carefully probed into the pot.
Zhu Qinghuan sat beside her, looked at her slightly trembling right hand, and couldn't help but say, "What do you want to eat, I'll help you get it."
Nanyang took the chopsticks and said, "Lotus root."
"Okay." Zhu Qinghuan sat up, flipped through the pot, found a slice of lotus root that was cut to a moderate thickness, and put it into Nanyang's bowl, "What else do you want to eat?"
"Lotus root."
"… "
So Zhu Qinghuan took another piece for her.
"What else to eat?"
"Lotus root."
The third piece.
"Lotus root."
Fourth piece.
"Lotus root."
"If there is none, I will place four slices." Zhu Qinghuan took a slice of carrot and handed it to Nanyang's bowl, "Eat this, this is delicious too."
Nanyang moved the bowl away and frowned, "No."
She hadn't eaten carrots in five hundred years.
"Why are you still picky eaters?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed, but her lips were still raised softly, "Then do you want to eat ham sausage? There are also shrimp dumplings, which are well cooked. The beef balls are also very good. It's delicious, I made it myself with beef stuffing, do you want to try it?"
"Um."
Nanyang pushed the bowl directly to the side of the pot, watching Qing Huan put the meat and meatballs in it piece by piece. She didn't say anything more, but Qing Huan didn't care about her dullness and waited for her to eat. Except for the exchange on the dishes, the two of them remained silent.
Strangely, this silence is not awkward, but rather has an inexplicable harmony.
Zhu Qinghuan filled Nanyang's bowl and pushed it back to her before taking the first bite.
Nanyang held up the bowl, lowered his eyes, and looked at the hot food in the bowl intently. She ate it in small bites, her mouth tightly closed and the sound of chewing being restrained, she could tell at a glance that it was a good education left behind over the years.
Zhu Qinghuan secretly looked at Nanyang when he was eating meatballs. Nanyang was very quiet when eating, sitting upright and holding his chopsticks tightly. Nanyang's drooping eyelashes are very long. Her eyelashes are not as warped as Qing Huan's, they are slightly drooping, covering part of the light-colored pupils. Such uncrowded eyelashes made those tea-like eyes a lot hazy. She usually kept her face straight and couldn't see any difference, but at this moment in the heat, Zhu Qinghuan seemed to have caught a bit of difficulty in it. Perceived soft and charming.
She suddenly wanted to see what those eyes looked like when they cried.
She never saw Nanyang cry. The only time she saw her red eyes was when she saw Ming Wancheng, who had reunited after a long absence that night. If she will cry tomorrow night if she hugs her, how about hugging herself
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that this thought was very strange.
She and Nanyang didn't meet again after a long absence. Why did Nanyang cry when he hugged her.
She was thinking about something.
Nanyang ate for a while, and a layer of sweat gradually formed on his forehead. Although the hot pot ingredients are not particularly spicy, but eating too much, her lips are still stimulated to a deep red, and the cheekbones are also lightly red, and she will sniff her nose from time to time.
Zhu Qinghuan took a piece of paper and handed it to her, "Why don't you eat it?"
"To eat."
Nanyang took the paper, wiped the sweat from his forehead, just picked up the chopsticks, paused, and put them down again. She was sweating from eating, and although the window was open, she was still a little stuffy after wearing a sweater.
She raised her hand to grab the collar of the sweater and took it off.
Zhu Qinghuan was startled when she saw Nan Yang suddenly undressing, and subconsciously thought that she had no clothes in her sweater. Just as he was about to look away in a panic, he caught a glimpse of the shirt under the sweater from the corner of his eye.
The heart that has just tightened up hangs in the chest, and it is a bit ridiculous that it is too late to relax.
When Nanyang took off his sweater, he brought up a little hem of his shirt, revealing a small belly. The skin of her lower abdomen is delicate and the muscles are firm, but there are three long, hideous scars abruptly. Such a long and deep scar without any trace of suture is impossible in modern medicine.
"Where are you..." Zhu Qinghuan knew it was rude, but couldn't help it, "the scar there is..."
Nanyang put the sweater aside, tidied up the slightly wrinkled shirt, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his voice was as flat as usual:
"If I said that you cut it, would you believe it?"
"… "
Zhu Qinghuan frowned, she didn't understand what Nanyang meant by joking with her.
Nanyang pursed his lips, picked up the chopsticks, and said:
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I'm full. If you're not full, eat more." Zhu Qinghuan quickly put the doubts behind her, and thoughtfully lowered the temperature of the pot to keep warm.
"Um."
Nanyang kept eating the balls and lotus root in the bowl. She ate for a long time, and she took all the ingredients that Qing Huan put in the pot into her own bowl, and ate it one bite at a time. In fact, she was full very early, but she was reluctant to waste every bit of food Qinghuan made.
Of course, of all the food she ate, carrots were not included.
In fact, it's not that she can't eat the taste of carrots. She used to eat carrots a long time ago.
However, in one lifetime, Qing Huan was reincarnated as a white fluffy bunny. She kept her by her side, took good care of her, and fed her the best and most expensive carrots every day. Once, when she went to the market to buy fresh carrots, the weather suddenly changed, and lightning began to thunder, and she was trapped in the pavilion by a heavy rain. It rained all day. When the rain stopped, when she returned with tender carrots, she found that the little rabbit had been scared to death by lightning.
Scared to death.
It's kind of funny to die. she knows. Later, she occasionally mentioned this incident to her disciples, and she could often see their smiling eyes.
But only Nanyang knew that it wasn't a little rabbit who was scared to death.
It was her Qinghuan who died.
After that, she couldn't eat carrots anymore, and when carrots were put in her mouth, she would have an instinctive nausea.
"Have you eaten enough?"
Zhu Qinghuan's voice suddenly came from the side.
She had already stood up, put on an apron, and began to clean up the messy table after cooking the hot pot, holding a stack of greasy bowls in one hand, and a pair of chopsticks holding various raw meats and vegetables in the other, looking at The bowl in Nanyang's hand.
Nanyang gave her the bowl in his hand.
"Then I'll go wash the dishes first." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the kitchen without asking Nanyang to help clean up, but said, "If you're bored, go to the bedroom and sit for a while, I've washed all the clothes you left here. , put it on the head of the bed. You... should be sweating just now, see if you need a change."
"it is good."
Nanyang obediently went to the bedroom.
The bedroom is still the same as the day she left, with a simple bed, a simple desk, and a simple wardrobe. Twelve white shirts of various styles were neatly stacked on the head of the bed, exuding a faint scent of laundry detergent, and it was so flat that there were no folds.
Nanyang sat sideways on the edge of the bed, his fingers slowly stroking the surface of his shirt, gentle and gentle, as if stroking Qinghuan's palm.
She knew from three thousand years ago that in this world, only she could take care of herself so meticulously.
Nanyang lowered his eyes and glanced unintentionally, and suddenly saw a book under Qing Huan's pillow.
She was a little curious, so she bent down slightly, took out the book, and looked at the cover. It's Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
Nanyang flipped it over casually.
The pages of the book swiped across, and a continuous piece of gold unexpectedly flashed across the snow-white waves of paper.
She paused on a page and looked suspiciously at the strange golden colors.
That is…
Yes…
It's the wrapper for the chocolate.
The golden tin foil was obviously carefully smoothed, and the edges and corners were a little mutilated, but each one retained its original shape.
A book of "Romeo and Juliet", every few pages will be clipped with such a piece of tin foil, the page that tells about the feud between the two families of Montague and Capuleto, Romeo met Juliet for the first time at the Capuleto reception. There is the page where Romeo took Juliet's hand and got married under the auspices of the priest, and there is the page where Romeo committed suicide and fell on the dead Juliet.
Nanyang counted one by one. Scattered and scattered, I counted a full twenty-five.
Twenty-five.
She suddenly realized that this was the twenty-five bars of chocolate she ate while sitting in front of the trash can that day.
Nanyang stared at the carefully smoothed tin foil, subconsciously biting the tip of his tongue, unable to control his strength in a trance.
The smell of fishy sweetness filled his mouth instantly.
The fingers that caressed the pages curled up. She lowered her head slowly, her back was deeply arched, the tip of her nose was pressed against a piece of golden tin foil in the page, and her shoulders were forcibly shaking.
After a long time, a tear flowed from the corner of her closed right eye, and it fell all the way down the bridge of her nose and landed on the surface of the tin foil.
That tear easily seeped through the tin foil and stained a letter on the paper.
That's what Romeo said.
Romeo met Juliet for the first time at the reception of the Capuleto family and fell in love with Juliet at first sight. After the reception, he quietly slipped into the back garden of Capuleto's house, and stood struggling and wandering under the Juliet window sill. In distress, he stood in the deserted moonlight and murmured this sentence, which was soaked in tears and blurred. 's lines—
"I wish she knew that I was in love with her."