Finally came to the time when a room of people were waiting for the taste, Sinan carefully turned the wide mold upside down, gently tapped it with a rolling pin, and then called Lao Zhang to help, and the two of them lifted the mold one by one, only to see the small squares that were as colored as amber and yellow and golden, obediently lying on the table, waiting for people's favor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Everyone rushed up, picked it up, and stuffed it into their mouths without hesitation, the sweetness of persimmons, the moistness of milk, and the fragrance of rice noodles blended harmoniously in the mouth, which was not too delicious. Everyone couldn't help but go and get the second piece, and they didn't care about the owner's face at all. Sinan ate a piece and said critically, "I have to steam it for three more minutes." "Look at the watch, it's only two hours to finish everything, Si Nan clapped his hands, na, Sister Wu Lao Zhang, it's as simple as that, you two do it, I'll write an advertisement."

Back in the hut, Sinan studied the ink and moistened the pen as usual, and wrote vigorously on the rice paper: "Qing Dynasty snacks - amber cake." Each table consumes 100 or more and will be given away, while supplies last. After writing, she set up the brush, opened the box, took out the large seal shared by her father and her, pressed the cinnabar, and covered it upright. Then I picked it up and blew the ink, and then I went back to the restaurant with my hands open and asked the boss to change it on the sign at the door. I turned around and went into the small kitchen, poured a glass of home-brewed rose dew wine, went to the big kitchen to load a plate of braised beef, returned to the courtyard and continued to read the script on the stone table under the jujube tree, trying to figure out the character's mind and state, an orphan girl in troubled times, isn't this me? Hey, my heart is congested...... The summer sunlight shines through the shade of the trees, the yard is sprinkled with fine pieces, a sip of sweet rose wine, a slice of salty and delicious braised beef, it seems that all the troubles in the world have consciously retreated into the darkness...... She saw the male protagonist covering his wound and said to the female protagonist: "It's me who bears you, you give me a good time!" suddenly remembered Chen Kaize, and suddenly felt a heartache, the wine became bitter and choked, and she couldn't help but lie on the table, thinking of this man in love and hate......

In a half-dream, someone hugged her from behind, impatient and very hard, Sinan instinctively felt that it was Chen Kaize, her eyes were half-closed, as if she was not open, she only instinctively turned around and hugged the man tightly, sniffed the smell of his body hard, and finally couldn't help but blurt out: "Will you kill me?"

"You are my life, and I can't live without you. Chen Kaize muttered, like a drowning man hugging driftwood, he hugged Sinan tightly, trying to melt Sinan into his soul.

The lips of the two were eagerly searching for each other, and finally glued together, as if they had just experienced life and death and were reunited, and they refused to part again. Xiaomei was about to call Sinan, but when she saw this scene, she screamed and returned to the restaurant with a flushed face, and closed the door firmly, and the couple automatically blocked the outside world, trying to absorb the courage to live from each other.

After a long and a half night, the two separated, and Chen Kaize sat on the stone bench opposite Sinan, looking at each other through their souls.

"You know everything?" asked Chen Kaize.

"Hmm. More than you think. Sinan replied.

"And then?"

"I don't know. ”

"Are you leaving me?"

"Hesitating. ”

"Hate me?"

"Hate. ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"I hate me even more and love you. Sinan's tears burst into her eyes, and she bit her lip tightly to prevent the cry from escaping her throat.

Chen Kaize also had red eyes, his desperate and frustrated hands held his head, overwhelmed, Si Nan saw that his eye sockets were deep, his face was haggard, and his stubble was like a freshly harvested wheat field, where was there any perfect gentleman rich and elegant appearance, like an embarrassed water dog.