"Come on you." Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smiled again, "Don't put gold on your face, what kind of wisteria cake can a big man who doesn't touch his fingers? This thing seems simple, but it's not that It's easy to make, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it until tomorrow morning."
"Where are you talking so much?" Ning Yi didn't argue with her, and pushed her to sit by the table, "Just watch."
Feng Zhiwei sat at the table with a funny face, watching Chef Ning standing in front of the chopping board, looking like he was kneading the dough, he felt that his kneading posture was wrong, and worried that he would end up eating a ball to death Gnocchi stood up and said, "Let me come, I see that you are not used to doing this."
"I'm used to whatever I do for you." Ning Yi refused to let him, and patted the dough on the chopping board in a serious manner. Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to let him do what he wanted to do, watching him knead the dough well although his skills were unfamiliar Rolling dough with rattan radish and lard, the more skilled it is, the noodle slices were big and small at the beginning, and gradually became very uniform. He is indeed a very smart person, and everything he does is very beautiful. When they came out, each one was of the same size, falling one by one on the chopping board like snowflakes. His long and busy fingers moved back and forth, so they undulated and swayed in a beautiful rhythm, like a stunning dance.
Obviously, Ning Yi must have asked about how to make wisteria cakes beforehand, and in my impression, Niang also did the same way back then.
Feng Zhiwei sat in front of the table, propped her head, quietly watched Ning Yi's back busy in front of the chopping board, the water in the pot boiled, Ning Yi picked up the lid, and a large cloud of white water vapor rushed out, and The faint light from the oil lamp intertwined together, creating a pale moon-like yellow, covering Ning Yi's figure and Feng Zhiwei's eyes which were half hidden behind his fingers.
Gradually, something like water vapor appeared in her eyes, which swayed slightly... The white water vapor was erratic, like a layer of thick clouds separating the sky and the world. Seemingly thin, she opened the lid of the pot against the hot air, looked at the water, and ordered without looking back: "Wei'er, the water is boiling, put the steamer on it."
"Hmm...mother." In the floating clouds floating around, Feng Zhiwei murmured in a dazed voice.
"What are you talking about?" On the other side of the water vapor, a voice from reality came across, instantly shattering her illusion.
Ning Yi was half-hidden in the white steam, looking back with some doubts.
Feng Zhi blinked slightly, and the misty eyes flashed for a moment, then smiled and said: "I said, it smells so good."
"What's the fragrance?" Ning Yi turned around and looked at her with a funny face, "Just as the water boiled and the cakes steamed, you tell me the fragrance?"
Feng Zhiwei leaned back in the chair, looked at him with a smile on her chest, and didn't speak.
Seeing her gentle eyes, Ning Yi's heart softened, and he felt that there seemed to be something warm in his cold insides, and when his limbs stretched softly, spring blossomed wherever he went. bud.
He stared at her autumnal eyes, couldn't help lowering his head, leaned on her forehead lightly, and said, "Zhiwei, you are also very fragrant..."
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to push him, Ning Yi held the back of her chair with both hands, refused to let him, closed his eyes and let his lips move on her forehead, his voice gradually became a little panting, "Let me eat you too …”
Feng Zhiwei let out an "ah" and quickly leaned back, but Ning Yi had already let go of her, stretched out his hand and tightened the back of her chair, preventing her from falling down because of too much backward leaning, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid What? Afraid that I'm here... um... ah yo."
Feng Zhiwei kicked him.
"It's the heart of the most ruthless woman." Ning Yi brushed off the big footprints on his robe, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not in such a hurry, what is this?"
He turned to look at the steamer, halfway there, he suddenly turned around, leaning on the chopping board, and said seriously: "Zhiwei, even if you know that some things are delusions in your heart, or you will laugh at them as delusions, I still want to tell you, what I really hope , It is Ming Mei who is marrying a bridal chamber flower candle, who is devoted to her life and will never leave her. I have ten thousand ways to get you, but I would rather use the one thousand and one way to get your heart."
Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, bowed his head in silence, and did not ask what the ten thousand and one methods were.
Ning Yi didn't expect her to answer either, he said this in a calm manner, and then turned around to watch the heat of the steamer.
The kitchen fell silent, Feng Zhiwei covered her face with her hands, and turned her face halfway to the oil lamp in meditation. Her face was calm, but there was something surging in her eyes, like waves crashing against the shore of the polar coast, one after another. Endlessly, stubbornly struggling continuously in advancing and retreating.
Ning Yi turned his back to her, he couldn't see her expression in the steam, and he didn't intend to look, Feng Zhiwei is the most clouded woman in the world, he already knew it.
Let her live like a fog, because once she fully opens herself, she will be uneasy and frightened.
This is his fulfillment for her.
He is willing to accompany her to be a man and woman walking with their eyes closed in the mist of the world of mortals, and guide the direction with the feeling of his heart. He believes that as long as he persists in reaching out his hand, one day he will touch her fingertips.
The water vapor was gurgling, he opened the pot, probed it, and said with a smile: "Okay."
Then he turned his head and told her who was about to stand up, "Don't move, my Marquis Wei, let the little one serve you till the end."
Feng Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, shook his head, took the initiative to put two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Yes, I gave up my life to accompany His Highness today."
"Come on." Ning Yi rolled up his sleeves, took out the steamer from the steamer with a swish, brought it up quickly, put it down with a snap, and blew on his fingers.
"You don't even know a rag?" Feng Zhiwei was about to pick it up, but he was already impatient to bring it. Looking at his red fingers, he couldn't help frowning and complaining softly, and said, "Wipe some acacia, or put it on Bubbles in the water."
"I think you'll get better faster if you brag about it." Ning Yi stretched out his fingers in front of her, raised one eyebrow, and looked at her with a smile.
This person will always take advantage of the opportunity... Feng Zhiwei wanted to prevent him from succeeding, but seeing that finger was burning red and shining, she couldn't bear it, so she leaned over and blew lightly.
As soon as she leaned closer, Ning Yi lifted his finger and wiped it on her lips, Feng Zhiwei felt a scorching heat passing over her lips, and stepped back in shock, his face was already slightly red.