"This spicy sausage is really delicious. It is said that it was made by Zhou Ran himself. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really can't imagine what it was like for the heroine who used to ride on horseback to rob, washing her hands and making soup."
"Don't call Sister Zhou Ran like a dominatrix. She used to cook, and I've eaten it many times. She used to make spicy sausage." Xie Lun also picked up a chopstick of spicy sausage. He nodded and said, "Yes, that's the taste. I have always liked the spicy sausage made by Sister Zhou Ran, especially with rice. With it, I can eat three big bowls of white rice without the need for side dishes."
"Then you have to thank Yong Zhan." Zhao Jingting raised his head and glanced at Xie Lun.
Xie Lun was confused and looked at him: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Jingting curled his lips, squinted at Xie Lun and smiled, "Don't even think about what kind of temper Zhou Ran had in the past. Even if he wasn't a dominatrix, he was still a tigress, right? Who is lucky enough to be able to eat it? Does she cook? If you weren't Yong Zhan's little follower, do you think you would be so lucky? Haha, you are taking advantage of Yong Zhan."
Xie Lun's eyes suddenly widened: "You mean... Sister Zhou Ran liked the general before?!"
Zhao Jingting smiled and shook his head, looking at the little idiot opposite him with an idiot's eyes: "I thought only Yongzhan didn't know, but it turns out you, a little idiot, don't know either."
Xie Lun had not yet come out of the shock. Facing the shiny spicy sausage on the plate, he silently said for a long time: "At that time, my eyes wanted to be glued to you all day long. How could I care about others?"
Zhao Jingting's smile suddenly froze on his face. He had always known that Xie Lun liked him and had liked him for a long time, but Xie Lun had never said it before. This was the first time he said it so frankly.
For a moment, Zhao Jingting was a little at a loss. His heart was filled with sweetness, sourness, and a slight bitterness. It could be said that all kinds of tastes came to his heart, but he couldn't find anything to say.
"What? Do you think you are an idiot too?" Xie Lun gave Zhao Jingting a disgusted look.
Zhao Jingting nodded lightly and held Xie Lun's hand: "Yes, I am such an idiot that I have let you down all these years."
"So we two idiots shouldn't despise each other. It's just half a pound of cake." Xie Lun suddenly grinned widely. He dug out a spoonful of golden and thick butter honey and stuffed it into Zhao Jingting's mouth, while proudly shouting at the man. He raised his chin and said, "Is it sweet?"
"Sweet." Zhao Jingting swallowed the hot honey and smiled too.
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Mu Nanshan returned to his small courtyard. Instead of catching up on his sleep as he said, he drew out the sword from his waist, and there was a burst of sword flashes.
Beidi people are more skilled in swordsmanship and less in swordsmanship, but he has loved swords more than swords since he was a child, so he has always practiced swordsmanship. After arriving in Kulun, he followed Xie Lun to practice swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship has improved a lot. Now, he can almost It's a tie with Xie Lun, of course when Xie Lun doesn't use Qinggong.
He likes sword dancing very much. When dancing, he is always extremely devoted and focused. It seems that the only thing left between heaven and earth is him and the sword in his hand. He likes and enjoys this concentration and loneliness very much, but it is obvious that He was a little absent-minded in his sword dance today. When the sword fell to the ground for the third time, he finally stopped.
He bent down and picked up the sword, took out the handkerchief and wiped the sword carefully. He silently put the sword back into its scabbard, then turned and entered the study.