The sun is setting, and orange light envelops the land.

"It's time to eat!"

After Ji Haotian made dinner, he whispered to Helian Wan'er, who was sitting on the sofa and didn't help the whole time.

"Hmm. ”

Helian Wan'er answered in a low voice, and then walked to the table in her slippers.

Ever since Ji Haotian said at noon that she was going to make dinner, Helian Wan'er has always been holding back her energy, preparing to mock Ji Haotian's cooking skills at dinner.

But when she was standing at the table, what Helian Wan'er wanted to say was like a fish in her throat, and it was difficult to speak.

On the atmospheric European-style dining table, there are four plates, a soup bowl, and the four dishes are exquisitely shaped, and the white mushroom soup is hot and steamy, which makes people appetize when they smell.

It has a great impact on the visual and taste senses.

"Sit, what are you doing? While Ji Haotian was talking, he was already sitting at the table, ignoring Helian Wan'er and eating by himself.

Helian Wan'er pursed her lips and sat down, picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth and chewed it gently.

Three years ago, the Divine Kitchen Pavilion, known as the world's first restaurant, invited Tiexin Shitai to participate in the banquet, and Helian Wan'er, as the saint of Bixia Palace, was fortunate to be invited together.

That time, it was the first time that Helian Wan'er knew that cooking could also become a lifelong pursuit, and it turned out that those ordinary ingredients could become so attractive after being processed by chefs, no, craftsmen.

Helian Wan'er once believed that no one in the world could compare with several god chefs in the Divine Kitchen Pavilion.

But today, the meal made by Ji Haotian actually made her feel the impact from her taste buds again.

"The ingredients are limited, just make a few dishes casually, you can't get used to it?"

Ji Haotian saw Helian Wan'er stunned, and asked softly.

"No, that's good. ”

Helian Wan'er came back to her senses, picked up the rice, thought about it and paused again: "It seems that you still have advantages, at least the dishes are good!

"It seems that you also have advantages, at least to see the strengths of others and know how to praise. ”

Ji Hao smiled and continued to eat: "I have never studied cooking. ”

"What, do you want to tell me that you were born to be a good cook?"

Helian Wan'er once again lost interest in talking to Ji Haotian, saying that he was fat, and he was still panting.

"It's not innate, it's just that I'm hungry. ”

Speaking of this, a memory flashed in Ji Haotian's mind: "On the battlefield that year, there was a fierce battle with the enemy army for 17 days, the beacon fire did not stop, the war broke out, and later, the team cut off the supply line, after the military food was exhausted, the whole army fell into panic, the water source can be solved by sewage, but the food, there is no food, at that time, if people want to live, they can only eat the corpses of their companions and enemies." ”

"Gross-"

Helian Wan'er, who was chewing a piece of meat, immediately retched when she heard this, and then opened her eyes wide and looked at Ji Haotian: "You...... Have you ever eaten someone?"

"Nope. ”

Ji Haotian continued to eat: "Eating the enemy, I feel that it dirties my stomach, and eating the robe feels that it burns my heart." ”

"You obviously said that the food on the front line has been cut off, since you didn't eat people, how did you survive?" Helian Wan'er heard this answer, and even questioned the authenticity of this story.

"Mouse. ”

Ji Haotian's voice was steady, and his face was not unusual: "The mice on the front line all grew up eating corpses, and they are much larger than cats, I can't eat people, I can only eat mice." ”

"You've been a soldier and you've fought ......"

Helian Wan'er looked at Ji Haotian in front of her, her eyes showed a touch of admiration, no wonder this man's bones are so hard, and he doesn't know how to be flexible in everything.

At this moment, it seems that his character really looks like he was born in the military, frank and tough.

But this fancy world, after all, is not in the army, and the bones are too hard, which is not a good thing after all.

"The army was trapped for nineteen days, and I ate twenty-one rats. ”

Ji Haotian raised his head slightly, and became unsmiling: "Since then, I have learned to cook, and I really haven't studied much, but I think that no matter what, it is much stronger than that rat meat, so I can't spoil the food." ”

"Those years must have been very bitter. ”

Helian Wan'er followed Ji Haotian's eyes, as if she had seen the battlefield full of flames and stumps, and also saw those iron-blooded men who ran out of ammunition and food, but did not retreat an inch.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, what a romantic word.

But what does the real battlefield have to do with the word romance?

"Maybe, at least I'll still be able to eat my own food today, won't I?"

Ji Haotian laughed.

Ask yourself, were those days hard?

Savoring it may be more difficult to say than bitterness.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 troops.

But the good men who shed their blood and dyed the border territory red, there are more than 100,000 people.

Ji Haotian only told Helian Wan'er about the hardships and dangers of the battlefield, but did not mention that although the battle was won, less than 10,000 of the 300,000 iron troops who participated in the battle survived.

After dinner, Ji Haotian pushed open the door again and stood on the platform in front of the villa.

The four fields are silent.

Only the breeze came

Blowing on the body, it makes people feel extremely comfortable.

The branches of the scattered trees have added new greenery.

Winter is coming to an end.

Ji Haotian looked into the distance.

But this prosperous imperial city seems to have no boundary, full of tall platforms and pavilions.

The next moment, a nanny car passed by in front of Villa No. 4.

In the car, Zhang Sining's eyes swept and saw Ji Haotian's figure again.

The anger that had dissipated so much came back to my heart.

I still remember that when I went home to visit my relatives four years ago, my father once said that after working for another five years, he would sell his property and move to Yanjing to accompany Zhang Sining and share his family.

But I don't want to, now that the five-year period has not arrived, Zhang Fengjiu has disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Sining knew that that encounter had collapsed his father's beliefs, even though he still had hundreds of millions of family fortunes, but he had no shame to face anyone.

Over the years, Zhang Fengjiu has opened black boxing tournaments, and his hands are stained with the blood of innocents.

But, so what?

With his power in Yunzhou and his relationship in Yanjing, what else can't be settled?

How can those lowly lives that died be compared to the Ji family?

Zhang Sining stayed in Yanjing, his status became more and more noble year by year, and his class rose higher and higher year by year.

thought that he would soon be able to repay Zhang Fengjiu's nurturing kindness.

But I didn't want to, the Zhang family had a change.

The separation of flesh and bone makes people feel a sting in the heart.

The enemy is in his eyes, how can he not take revenge!

Zhang Sining's thoughts surged, and he looked at Ji Haotian's eyes, turning from anger to resentment: "Everything you have done to my Zhang family, in this Yanjing, I will let you repay ten times and a hundred times! I want you to know that in this imperial capital, you are no different from ants!"

"Hulala!"

The willow branches on the side of the road swayed, and Ji Haotian was still intoxicated with the winter color.

I didn't notice that the trees were quiet, and the wind was not stopping.

The nanny car sped all the way to the outside of the villa without slowing down.

Ji Haotian stood in front of the door, not knowing that in the passing car, there was actually a woman who wanted to put herself to death.