When Feng Yi took Mo Sanci to the forest north of the North Courtyard, Mo Sanci's mood had calmed down, but his cheeks were still a little burning.

In fact, she wanted to buy some pastries and vegetarian food to take back to the bamboo building to eat, mainly because she wanted to go out for a walk with Fengyi. It's like Feng Yi took her to relax.

But it's also a place to relax.

The forest is very green, the wide leaves shade the sunlight, the sun shines through the leaves, the dense layers of plants cover the land, and different flowers dot different places.

Occasionally, birdsong sounds, adding joy to the tranquility.

Mo Sanci followed Feng Yi slowly, and suddenly, Feng Yi let go.

She looked at Feng Yi, only to see Feng Yi walk to a low but stout tree with branches and leaves at the top of the tree like open umbrellas, and pick the leaves on the tree.

The leaves are brownish-purple, round, with a tip, not big, but very full and tender, and a special fragrance, which smells good.

Feng Yi picked a handful of leaves and returned to Mo Sanci's side, and then, Mo Sanci watched as Feng Yi reached out and touched her wrist, and took the basket out from the carry-on storage space she had made.

Mo Sanci looked at Feng Yi, and there was an obvious hope in his eyes that he would explain.

Feng Yi only put the leaves into the basket with a faint expression and handed them to Mo Sanci.

Mo Sanci lowered his eyes slightly, carried the basket, and was in a delicate mood.

Does Feng Yi just like to call her?

You can't ...... You can't ......

When Mo Sanci realized what he was thinking, he lowered his head slightly.

What was she thinking?

Feng Yi walked ahead, stopping occasionally to pick something: fruits, leaves, mushrooms, whole plants, and two flowers.

Mo Sanci kept carrying the basket and followed behind, and the basket in his hand became heavier and heavier until it was full.

When Mo Sanci and Feng Yi returned to the Shilin Bamboo Tower, Zhicun didn't know where to go.

Mo Sanci set up the hanging pot with hard work. Feng Yi sat on the stool and just watched.

After setting up the pot, Mo Sanci took the well water and washed all the things that he wanted to pick, and cut the things that needed to be cut, and then poured all the things into the pot.

After adding some more water, Mo Sanci flicked his fingers and lit the fire, feeling very chic, but he saw Feng Yi smiling on his lips.

Although it disappeared in a flash, she saw it.

Sit back and enjoy it, so that she can laugh!

Mo Sanci held up a long-handled spoon and handed it over: "You look at the fire!"

Feng Yi took the long-handled spoon: "Add some salt." ”

Mo Sanci took a bottle, opened the lid and sprinkled some salt.

Feng Yi stirred a pot of unsightly food with a long-handled spoon, mixed the salt well, and sat down again.

Mo Sanci sat next to Feng Yi, and the two quietly waited for the food to cook, during which Feng Yi stirred the food a few more times, feeling that the food in the pot was getting worse and worse.

However, the smell of the food is still very fragrant when it is cooked, and Mo Sanci only has expectations for the food after smelling the fragrance.

After the water bubbled for a while, Mo San dismissed the fire.

She held the bowl and motioned to Feng Yi to help her: "Fill it less, I'll try the taste." ”

Feng Yi looked at the pot full of food that didn't look very tasty, and asked, "What if it's unpalatable?"

Mo Sanci also looked at it, thought for a while, and said, "Leave it to Zhicun." ”

Feng Yi scooped a spoonful of soup to Mo Sanci, and Mo Sanci, who saw the clear soup and little water, had no appetite: "I want to eat vegetables." ”

Feng Yi fished out some vegetables, put them in the bowl and asked, "Are you sure?"

Mo Sanci looked at the crumpled dishes, thought for a while, and nodded: "I'll taste it." ”

Feng Yi put the dish into Mo Sanci's bowl.

Mo Sanci sniffed the taste, it felt delicious, she was relieved a lot, and took a small sip of soup.

The soup has no taste of fruit and vegetable, only salty and salty, but there is a rich and mellow aroma that reverberates between the lips and teeth, which stimulates all the taste buds, and those taste buds clamor that the soup is hard to find.

Mo Sanci tasted the deliciousness of the soup and took a leaf with chopsticks.

It shouldn't be unpleasant, at most it tasteless.

Mo Sanci comforted himself and put the leaf in his mouth. It's like chewing clothes.

Mo Sanci glanced at Feng Yi, Feng Yi was drinking the soup with a spoon, and there was only clear soup in his bowl.

No wonder I asked her just now, it turned out that I knew it earlier.

Mo San swallowed the leaves, sat down beside Feng Yi, and drank soup.

Although it was delicious, when she drank the second bowl, Mo Sanci felt that she was suddenly tired of those fragrances, and at the end of the drink, she finished the small half bowl of soup in one gulp.

After drinking, my heart is very greasy.

Mo Sanci poured a mint candy and swallowed it for a while before dispelling the greasy smell.

After a while, Zhicun came back with a box of butterfly cakes, and when he came back, he saw Mo Sanci looking at the pot in front of him, and Feng Yi was sitting aside

"Master, Xiao Mo!" Zhicun ran to Mo Sanci, he pointed to the food in the pot, "I want to eat it too." ”

Mo Sanci handed over the bowl and spoon: "Whatever you want." ”

Zhicun took a small bowl and took a sip with a spoon, feeling that the taste was very special and very good.

"Xiao Mo, where did you get the ingredients here?"

"Feng Yi found it from the forest north of the North Courtyard. ”

Zhicun's big eyes sparkled and looked at Mo Sanci.

The boredom in Mo Sanci's heart dissipated suddenly, she smiled, and said, "This soup is also boiled." ”

Because he got this soup from Mo Sanci's mouth that it was burned by Fengyi, and the contents were picked by Fengyi, Zhicun drank it and ate all the food.

Mo Sanci washed the pot and washed the dishes, Feng Yi still sat aside and watched, without any mood fluctuations, Zhicun was very enthusiastic to help her.

After cleaning up, Mo Sanci was about to lie on the recliner on the roof of the bamboo building and eat some butterfly cakes bought by Zhicun, when he saw someone coming in a car in the distance.

The car stopped in the air, and the man sitting on it jumped down.

The man was dressed in brocade velvet, his body was blue, his sleeves were full of breeze, and his temperament was elegant and light, but Mo Sanci felt that this man's city was extremely deep and elusive.

The man is the Emperor of Qingxiao, who came to find Feng Yi.

Feng Yi and Si didn't know what to say on the side, and across the enchantment, Mo Sanci didn't see or hear it.

Zhicun looked cold and disdainful in his heart.

If it weren't for the master, he wouldn't want to take care of the secret, what kind of secret!

This division is really annoying!

Mo Sanci didn't have any emotion, if she wanted to know, she would ask Feng Yi.

Zhicun stood for a while, probably because he felt that Si Ze was not worthy of his anger, so he sat down next to Mo Sanci.

Suddenly, a voice came from a distance, very soft, very light, Mo Sanci and Zhicun both heard it, crisp and smart.

Mo Sanci looked in the direction of the voice, the sun shined through the floating clouds, and the floating clouds drifted with the wind.

There was a strange aura flowing in the clear sky, but it made her feel unusually agile and ethereal.

Mo Sanci's gaze was faint, as if he had passed through the long cloud road in the sky, until it came to an end.

Suddenly, a clear sound pierced the sky, and the clouds suddenly scattered in all directions.