When he ate dumplings for the first time, he was also curious about why he wrapped the dough with meat filling, but when he learned it himself, he didn't bother to wrap it, noodles are noodles, meat is meat, and boiled a pot of batter to paste it out.

"You eat it and see if it tastes the same as wrapping it. Tan Jiu said as a matter of course.

Chongkui couldn't help but laugh while holding the dumplings, but after a moment, thinking that Tan Jiu had disappeared, his eyes began to heat up slowly under the influence of the water vapor in the pot.

"Oh, what's wrong with Miss, why are you crying?" the cook was startled at the sight of her expression.

"No, I didn't cry. Chongkui hurriedly wiped his eyes, "It's that the moisture is too hot, and the smoke is so bad that my eyes can't stand it." ”

"So that's the case, Miss hasn't been in the kitchen, and I'm not used to the heat in this pot, so a noble person like you doesn't need to cook. The cook said with a smile.

"I used to cook a lot. Chongkui said.

The cook asked curiously, "Miss has also been in the kitchen?" ”

"It's not a whim, it's someone who thinks my cooking is delicious, so they tied me up and cooked for him every day. ”

"Oh, who's so bad? It's good that Miss escaped. "The cook's anger is not pretended, although Chongkui is a little cold, but she never commands her subordinates, she is born with a convincing power.

"Actually, he wasn't bad, he was actually very happy in the back, and then he wanted to learn to cook himself, so I asked him to teach him. Chongkui suddenly felt that those days were far, far away, but she missed them immensely.

Tan Jiu, when he was still there, was always happy every day.

"Has he learned?" asked the cook gossipingly.

"Let's learn a little bit, but he doesn't play cards according to common sense, and his thinking is always different from others, but in the end he will still make it delicious. Chongkui smiled.

"That's good, if you learn it yourself, you don't have to do it for her every day, Miss has a noble status, and the rough work of cooking and cooking still has to be handed over to someone like us. ”

Chongkui felt a pain in his heart and said: "If you can, it's okay to cook for him every day, I hope he doesn't learn, it's okay to keep pestering me." ”

"Isn't this person important to Miss?" the cook also noticed something.

Chongkui was slightly stunned.

Tan Jiu?

What is Tan Jiu for her?

I can't find an answer to this question now.

But every time she thought of Tan Jiu, she still felt a lot of pain in her heart, and her eyes began to sour.

In order to prevent the cook from seeing her red eyes again, Chongkui hurriedly filled the dumplings and turned around.

However, the world is never in the world.

Ji Xuanyan stood at the kitchen door, and she suddenly saw his strange red eyes.

The maids who were already kneeling on the ground did not dare to make a sound.

And in the bowl in Chongkui's hand, the water was steaming upward, and through the curling smoke, her eyes were red.

Ji Xuanyan just looked at her quietly and didn't speak.

Such an atmosphere is as if a thousand heavy stones are pressing on the heart, making people breathless.

Chongkui held the bowl in both hands, and inside was hot soup and dumplings, which felt very hot through the bowl.

She didn't know what to say, how long had he been standing here, had he been listening to them?

After a while, Ji Xuanyan still slowly walked up to her, took the hot bowl from her hand, put it aside, and then rubbed her hot and red little hands.

Silent.