Ning Yi smiled but was very satisfied, "Well... the lip therapy, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
Feng Zhiwei ignored him, the best way to deal with the teasing was to pretend that the teasing didn't exist, she dragged the steamer, took out the vine cakes, and put three pieces on each plate.
Look at the cake, soft and reddish, exuding the fragrance of vines, it looks really similar to the vines cakes back then, Ning Yi, a nobleman who has never been in the kitchen, unexpectedly achieved this result for the first time, Feng Zhiwei feels ashamed.
Staring at the cake for a long time, Feng Zhiwei didn't move her chopsticks, her eyes were complicated, but a pair of chopsticks stretched out to help her gently tear the cake, the steaming scent of vines rushed out, and instantly rushed to her face, filled with heat, Reminiscent of the past.
"It's so beautifully done, are you dumbfounded?" Ning Yi's deep laughter rang in his ears, "It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, you can't eat it with your eyes."
"It's the first time His Highness personally made a delicacy." Feng Zhiwei picked it up slowly, "I think it's necessary to treasure it and offer it high."
"The only thing you need to treasure is the cook himself." Ning Yi said in a low voice, blowing on her earlobe, "As for the pancakes, there will be a long time and many opportunities, and I will make them for you."
The corners of Feng Zhiwei's lips curled up slightly, without saying a word, she lightly took a bite of the pancake.
It's still fragrant and soft. Ning Yi is good at martial arts, kneading the dough powerfully, and the dough is flexible and firm. This alone is better than Niang's dough cakes back then, but there is not much salt in it, and it is a bit heavier, which affects the fragrance of wisteria cakes a bit. Taste.
She laughed and said, "It's delicious."
"Really?" Ning Yi also tasted it, and said with a groan, "So this is wisteria cake? So this is the taste of something I made myself?"
"How?" Fengzhi asked him with a smile.
"What do you think?" Ning Yi asked instead.
This person has this kind of temperament, he is used to hiding, and he refuses to say anything properly. Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and said softly: "The real taste is not in the tongue, but in the heart. Unintentionally, even the most precious delicacies are tasteless. If you have the heart, cabbage The steamed buns are also sweet aftertaste."
Ning Yi smiled without saying a word, and finished the cake slowly.
The two of them ate cakes silently in the warm and suffocating heat of the room. What they ate was the taste and the mood.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand, wiped Ning Yi's flour-stained eyebrows and cheeks with his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Look at what it's like. At first glance, I thought your eyebrows were gray."
"I hope." Ning Yi let her wipe, leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, did not move, and said in a leisurely tone, "This scene is not now, but many years later, when I, with gray eyebrows, make cakes for you, and then We have dinner at the same table, you wipe my sweat and tell me, old man, I am tired of eating cakes, and tomorrow I want to eat roast chicken with dried bamboo shoots."
Feng Zhiwei burst out laughing, but stopped in the middle of the laugh.
Ning Yi opened his eyes and looked at her.
There was a moment of silence in the air.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei said slowly, "Mmm..."
Ning Yi's eyes lit up.
"I'm tired of eating cakes... I want to sleep." Feng Zhiwei is not willing to follow his playbook.
Ning Yi sighed, and said: "It's a bit close, it's just that the latter is wrong, the first three words, the most important, why did they miss it?"
"Which three words?" Feng Zhiwei looked at him blankly, "Is it dark? Are you full? Am I tired? Are you tired?"
Smiling, Ning Yi was too lazy to argue with this bad woman, pulled her over, and lightly pressed her shoulder, "Zhiwei, remember that year, you told me to be a simple woman with the simplest A man and the simplest life, a hut, a few acres of fertile land, and a suitable simple person who stands up for you when you are humiliated, slashes when you are betrayed, and when you are disappointed I will coax you slowly to the fire with you from time to time, scold you impatiently when you are hurt and cry, and then hug you and let you cry... Maybe I am not simple enough, maybe I can't cut people with a knife, but you see, I will protect you from the wind and rain, I don’t cut people, I have a perineum, I like to share a fire with you, as long as you want, I can coax you all night, just in case you think I’m noisy, when you are hurt and cry, I will I don’t think you will let me see it, but if I really see it, I will never scold you impatiently, whoever made you cry, I will let the other die, and then let that person cry before they die... Zhiwei, I don’t suit you I can't do what you asked for, but don't you think that this kind of me might be more suitable for that kind of you?"
A long paragraph, with a leisurely tone, like the midnight wind hovering in the ear, Feng Zhiwei who was facing Ning Yi, his shoulders trembled in the silence.
Her thin shoulders shivered slightly, fluttering like a butterfly's wings, this rare and delicate posture, in the eyes of others, there will be a slight coolness in the faint pity.
Ning Yi's finger didn't move away, it rested on the tip of the butterfly's wing in a gentle but gentle gesture.
No matter how strong a woman is, there will always be an unmovable fragility and tenderness deep in her heart. At this moment, he seems to have heard the small and long tossing and turning sighs from the bottom of her heart.
He smiled slightly.
All that needs to be said has been said, she can see the things cherished, and he is willing to give her time.
"It's getting late." He brushed her slightly messy hair, "Tomorrow morning I have to get up early and go on a long journey, so I can rest early."
There is a sentence in my heart that cannot be said, only when there is no one, can I raise my glass and wish far away.
Feng Zhiwei turned around slowly, smiled, "Supervising the palace is complicated, and you have other errands, it must be very hard, pay attention to your body."
Ning Yi let out a "huh" and said, "Although the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Officials are the top seven officers, I will find a way to send a group of Qingming students who are about to be appointed officials to the front lines of South Fujian, South China Sea and Longbei. It’s also convenient for you. In addition, the northern border has just won a victory. In the latest battle of Tiansheng, Jin Siyu’s troops retreated hundreds of miles, giving up our Tiansheng territory that was originally occupied. It is said that there is something wrong with the Dayue Palace, and the throne may have changed. , Jin Siyu has no intention of fighting, and seems to be preparing to lead his troops back to Beijing to seize the throne. In this big victory, Chunyu Meng, Yao Yangyu and the others will all return to Beijing to claim their merits, and I will ask them to help you when the time comes."
"Has Chunyu Xiaoyao made meritorious service?" Feng Zhi slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "No need, there are poor mountains and rivers in southern Fujian, and there is no money to be an official there. For my short trip, let them stay there for at least a few years? Wait for me They have to stay there after they leave, which is too unkind.”