"How is it impossible?" another female voice interjected from outside the Qingfeng Pavilion, "Are you trying to say that I am not good at cooking?"

As soon as the words ended, a soft and weak woman wearing a green Luo skirt appeared at the door, and she also held a wooden plate in her hand, on which was placed a delicate black clay pot, which seemed to contain food. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uh...... Eight...... Eighth sister!" Wen Feichen, who was usually sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed, suddenly stammered, "I... I didn't mean that. ”

"And what do you mean?"

"I ...... I just felt very pleasantly surprised, I haven't eaten the craftsmanship of the eighth sister for a long time. Yes, that's it!" Everyone looked at Wen Feichen's embarrassed appearance and felt funny, including Wen Xin, the eighth lady of the Wen family. Her face was cold, but a smile flashed in her eyes, and then she walked up to Wen Feichen with the things in her hand.

"Since the third brother misses my craftsmanship so much, then give this pot of eight-treasure porridge to the third brother to eat! Originally, I wanted everyone to taste the new things I researched, but now it's cheap for you alone." She stared at Wen Feichen's eyes and said word by word, "You must eat them all!"

Wen Feichen looked terrified, the eight-treasure porridge in front of him showed a terrible blue color, and it also exuded an indescribable, but definitely unpleasant smell. He wanted to cry and said without tears: "Eighth sister, you must treat the third brother so kindly, why don't you let everyone taste your craftsmanship!" He made up his mind that he wanted to die and everyone died together, and he must not let him eat this terrible thing alone.

"Then how can you do it? Third brother, this is the eighth sister's heart, how can you be worthy of her if you refuse? Look, she is going to cry!" Wen Feiyang said fearing that the world would not be chaotic. Wen Feichen glanced at Wen Xin, her eyes were really sparkling, and she looked like she wanted to cry.

"Ah...... Don't don't," Wen Feichen hurriedly raised his hand in surrender, "Eighth sister, don't cry, the third brother is joking with you, I will eat this pot of eight-treasure porridge immediately, and never leave a single bit." ”

"Then do you still want them to eat?" Wen Xin's words carried a hint of crying.

Wen Feichen said exaggeratedly: "Of course not, whoever dares to rob me, who am in a hurry with me!" Then he held the clay pot with both hands and said to everyone: "Don't rob me!"

Everyone laughed and said softly and loudly: "Third brother, don't worry, no one will rob you!"

Wen Xin looked at Wen Feichen with blank eyes and said, "Third brother, taste it quickly!

Wen Feichen was about to cry, this thing looked terrible, how good it could be, but under Wen Xin's eager anticipation, he didn't dare not eat it, so he had to scoop up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. A pungent smell immediately filled his mouth, and he felt like his Heavenly Spirit Cover was about to be overturned.

Swallowing the porridge in his mouth hard, Wen Feichen looked at Wen Xin miserably, "Eighth sister, what did you add to this porridge?"

"It's the same thing as that roast lamb!"

"Then why does it taste so ...... So different?"

"That roast sheep is the recipe that the fourth brother gave me last time, and I think it tastes good, so I used it to cook porridge. However, I also adjusted the recipe of the fourth brother, and this porridge must be more delicious. Wen Xin said confidently.

"So, you mean you haven't eaten either?"

"Nope!"

Wen Feichen grabbed his throat with his hand, "Will I die?" Big brother, help!"

Wen Feiyun took a sip of wine elegantly, ignoring him completely, and the tears in Wen Xin's eyes began to roll again, "Third brother, what do you mean? Huahua is fine after eating, how can you die? Do you mean that what I cook will eat the dead?"

"Who is Huahua?" Feng Shanyue asked Gentle quietly.

"Huahua is a dog, and every time the eighth sister makes a new dish, she will give it to eat first, and then give it to us when she is sure that there is no problem. Eighth Sister is actually a very measured person. ”

"Why is your third brother so afraid of your eighth sister?"

Actually, our whole family is a little afraid of the eighth sister, because she is completely a woman made of water. ”

"What do you mean?"

Because she cried so much, as long as she cried, it was a day, and no one could persuade her. The key is that she doesn't usually cry much, but when it comes to cooking, if anyone says she's not good, it will be a flood. So we'd rather be poisoned by her than see her cry. ”

Feng Shanyue chuckled twice, this Wen family brother and sister is really interesting, but you can also feel the strong family affection between them. Feng Shanyue was talking to Wen Rou in a low voice here, but she didn't know that a gaze had fallen on her for a long time. Ming Gongzi has been watching Feng Shanyue all the time, and this girl gives him a very special feeling. In the afternoon, when he was at the horse farm, he was petite and weak, and after dressing up in the evening, he was a little more mature, at least now, he couldn't call out the word "little sister" in his mouth. It is foreseeable that when this girl grows up, she will inevitably be a peerless beauty.

Halfway through the banquet, Wen Qing's arranged musician team did their best, whether it was music or dancing, it gave people a pleasant and incomparable enjoyment.

"Sixth sister, why didn't the seventh sister come out?" Wen Feiyun asked Wen Qingdao, "There are so many distinguished guests today, she should also come out to meet her so that she is not rude!"

"Oh, she'll have to wait a while before she comes!First of all, please enjoy a sword dance!" At this time, it is also common to perform with weapons at banquets, and sword dances are beautiful but not common, so everyone is looking forward to it.

Wen Qing clapped her hands, only to see a woman dressed in black and covered with black gauze flying in directly from the outside, landing in the middle of Qingfeng Pavilion, and in her hand was a sharp and gorgeous bronze sword. She saluted the crowd, and then she twisted her waist and raised her sword, and danced her sword like a cloud. The cold blade and soft posture give people a sense of beauty that combines rigidity and softness. Suddenly, she jumped up, pointed her sword straight in Wen Feichen's direction, and stabbed straight through.

The sudden situation surprised everyone, and Ming Gongzi, who was sitting next to Wen Feichen, hurriedly went to the pillar behind him to pull out his matching sword, wanting to save Wen Feichen. And Wen Feichen had just been forced by Wen Xin to finish eating the whole pot of porridge, and his stomach was constantly churning, when he was suddenly pointed at with a sword, and his face turned white with fright. However, the sword suddenly stopped three inches in front of him. Ming Gongzi's sword also held this sword at this time.

Feng Shanyue originally thought that there had been an assassination, but who knew that the sword was suddenly taken back, and the woman who was dancing the sword chuckled: "Third brother, you have been out for more than two years, why haven't you seen your kung fu grow?" After speaking, she ripped off her veil, and it turned out to be a woman who looked exactly like Wen Qing. It's just that the toughness between her eyebrows gives people a feeling completely different from Wen Qing. If Wen Qing is spring, then she is winter.

Wen Feichen saw the person in front of him clearly and breathed a sigh of relief. "Original...... It turned out to be the Seventh Sister!"

This woman is the Wen family's old seven warmth.