Hearing this, Xia Xingshen squinted her beautiful eyes as if she glanced at her casually, but the corners of her mouth were hooked with an arc that seemed to be a smile rather than a smile, and said in a casual tone, "Oh, Miss Mu can't recognize it?" ”

It was a strange remark, as if she should have recognized the nicks.

Mu Xiaofeng turned his head and inadvertently bumped into Chu Lige's glance, his eyes were cold, but the faint meaning in it was the same as Xia Xingshen.

Mu Xiaofeng's heart was shocked, and he reached out and slowly stroked those nicks, but in an instant, his eyes gradually became cold.

They weren't wrong, she really should know what could carve such traces.

At this moment, someone's stomach suddenly sounded an untimely "grunt".

Mu Xiaofeng, who had never been calm and didn't know what shyness was, suddenly turned red with a pretty face. Fortunately, it was night, and in the dim light, no one could see clearly that she had blushed with embarrassment.

Chu Lige glanced at her lightly, then turned his head and cast his gaze into the deeper and farther darkness outside.

Xia Xingshen smiled, and his lazy and magnetic voice rang out lazily, "Look at this house is clean, other places shouldn't be bad." ”

Mu Xiaofeng stared at his back as he walked out casually, and it took a while to realize what he meant by what he just said.

She glanced at Chu Lige, then stared at Zhao Ziyue, who was lying on the bed, and suddenly whispered, "Your Highness, please take care of my mother here first, and I'll go find out what I can eat." ”

Chu Lige raised his hand and nodded at her as if nothing.

Mu Xiaofeng followed Xia Xingshen behind the faint light and walked to the end of this row of wooden houses, which was where the kitchen was.

"Miss Mu doesn't actually have to come over," Xia Xingshen didn't look back, he had already rolled up his sleeves elegantly inside, bent down and prepared to go to wash rice, "Mrs. Mu needs someone to take care of her." ”

Mu Xiaofeng blushed, stepped in quickly, and snatched the pot in his hand, "I'll do this kind of work." She paused, then added, "It's me who is hungry." ”

Let the elegant and cunning right minister like a fox cook for her?

Just thinking about it filled her with guilt.

Xia Xingshen didn't fight with her, and when he saw her reaching out to grab the pot, he let go. However, he glanced at her and said lightly, "What a coincidence, I also feel hungry, please don't forget to make rations." ”

Mu Xiaofeng was stunned, and the action of washing rice stopped suddenly, and even the little rice in the pot was almost poured out as water by her confusion.

She's not hungry enough to hallucinate, is she? Just now he is this is ...... Take the opportunity to tease her?

Seeing that she didn't react, Xia Xingshen, who was already sitting in front of the stove and preparing to make a fire, raised his head, and his beautiful eyes looked directly at her slightly embarrassed face, and said in surprise, "What's wrong?" ”

He smiled slightly, his smile full of understanding, "Oh, I know this bit of rice is missing, but if it is boiled into porridge, it can barely make four bowls." ”

Mu Xiaofeng looked at his innocent and pure smile, and inexplicably felt the urge to find a piece of tofu to kill him.

She frowned and glanced at him, then puffed out her cheeks and lowered her head, scrubbing the rice hard.

Xia Xingshen looked sideways at her angry appearance, and felt very funny, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and smile slightly.

But when he heard her rub the rice crackling, he couldn't help laughing and reminded softly, "If you rub it like this again, I guess everyone will only have to drink rice soup later." ”

Mu Xiaofeng froze and took a deep breath. Then he added water to the pot with a blank face, and then brought the pot over and placed it on the stove.

To deal with a high-level ruffian like Xia Xingshen, the best effect is to use silence.

Xia Xingshen saw her puffing appearance and felt even more interesting. He added wood to the stove as he looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Miss Mu, there is a small jar of pickles over there, I think maybe they can be fried and eaten."

Mu Xiaofeng secretly rolled his eyes, and reluctantly squeezed a smile to him, "Okay." ”

Xia Xingshen saw her uncomfortable appearance, and lost the mind to tease her again for a while. He lowered his head and silently added firewood to the hearth, and the fire burned vigorously, as if this fire had quietly burned into his heart.

For a while, his face was also bright.

After a while, Mu Xiaofeng washed and cut the pickled side dishes, and when she was ready, he had already burned the stove just right.

Mu Xiaofeng had forgotten the unhappiness just now, and saw him sitting on the stove and going to the stove to add firewood, but he was not half unfamiliar with his gestures. He quieted down, and his eyebrows, which were red by the fire, seemed to have lost the charm of the past, and became a little more stable and warm.

She raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but be surprised, "I don't see that you would do such rough work." ”

Xia Xingshen raised his head slightly, looked at her skillful stir-frying, and said with a smile, "People can't be coveted, who can imagine that the dignified lady of Mufu will also cook rice and soup with her own hands." ”

Mu Xiaofeng nodded in agreement, and the two glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing happily.

When Chu Lige walked outside the door, he heard their happy laughter, and his eyes couldn't help but look in.

One with a gentle face, standing by the stove with a spatula in his bare hand and skillfully flying; A slight smile and a leisurely posture sat in front of the stove to add firewood, and they talked and laughed softly, mixed with the crackling sound of the stove fire from time to time, and the sizzle of stir-frying.

The fire glows and bakes golden, and the air mixes with aroma. Their eyes are soft, their tone is light, and they cooperate so tacitly, just like an ordinary and happy couple.

This picture is warm and beautiful.

Chu Lige suddenly felt that his heart was empty, and the muffled pain wrapped around his chest silently, he looked at the handsome men and women inside, and his originally indifferent gaze seemed to be cold inch by inch even the last bit of hidden temperature.

The cold and pain entangled his heart at the same time, he quickly turned his face away, looked at the curtain of rain in the dark, his eyes were cold for a moment, and his heart seemed to be eternal and barren in an instant.

The moment he left, Mu Xiaofeng, who was looking down to stir-fry, seemed to suddenly feel something, and unconsciously looked up at the door, only having time to catch the corner of the brocade clothes that faded in the night in a hurry.

The smile froze, and a faint strange feeling suddenly floated in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Xia Xingshen looked at her inexplicably, as if he hadn't noticed the person who came and left silently outside the door, and asked her with a slightly concerned tone.

"Oh, nothing." The girl lowered her head and shoveled the dishes absentmindedly, not even realizing that she had put the wrong plate.

Xia Xing swept his eyes at the small dishes that should have been on the plate but now went into the rice bowl, and his eyes were unconsciously deep. He took a breath and said as if inadvertently, "Did Your Highness come just now?" ”

Mu Xiaofeng seemed to be taken aback, and then looked at him strangely, but he was obviously relieved, and laughed softly, "I thought it was an illusion." ”

Xia Xingshen looked at her reaction, but he was stunned for a while. In the beautiful and charming eyes, there seemed to be a flash of stunned and sudden realization.

Looking at the plate next to the rice bowl that should have been filled with side dishes but was now empty, his eyes flashed, and his lips were a slight smile that was elegant and elegant in the past.

"Cooked? Let's get things out. ”

"Oh? …… Good. Mu Xiaofeng put down the spatula, but his eyes couldn't help but look out of the door, obviously still in an absent-minded fugue state.

Xia Xingshen stood up and went directly to serve the pot of porridge, of course he wouldn't "kindly" remind her that she had used the wrong plate.

He walked out first with the pot, and when Mu Xiaofeng reached out to serve the dishes, he realized that he had made some trouble.

Her face couldn't help but be faintly hot, she looked up at Xia Xingshen's long back that had already turned out the door, and quickly changed the side dishes to the plate.

Then he took the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the kitchen casually.

When he returned to the first room, Chu Lige seemed to be sitting by the window looking out of his mind, Mu Xiaofeng only saw his slightly upturned side face when he went in, the lights were swaying, his side face was half hidden in the shadows, the outline was perfect but he couldn't see the real expression.

Mu Xiaofeng suddenly had a feeling in his heart, and he inexplicably felt that his appearance looked more indifferent than usual; Even he was sitting by the lamplight, which made people feel as if he was alone in the infinite darkness, and two words of compassion suddenly came to her mind.

Lonely, desolate.

"Your Highness, let's go over and drink some porridge." She lowered her voice intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was afraid of startling him, and her eyes were cautious and tentative, "Although it's simpler, it can fill your stomach anyway." ”

Chu Lige didn't look at her, just silently walked to the stool next to her and sat down. Xia Xingshen's eyes turned between the two, and instead of sitting on the other side of Mu Xiaofeng, he chose to sit opposite her.

Mu Xiaofeng took the bowl and put the first bowl of porridge in front of Chu Lige, and then began to serve porridge to Xia Xingshen.

"I'll do it." Xia Xingshen stood up suddenly, and when his lazy voice sounded faintly, his slender jade hand had already stretched out and held it on the spoon that Mu Xiaofeng was holding. As if unintentionally, his bony fingers happened to touch the back of her hand.

Chu Lige's lowered eyebrows seemed to move, Mu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the surroundings were cold, and even the temperature suddenly dropped several degrees, she glanced at the silent man next to her, and chuckled and skillfully changed the spoon to the other hand.

This change not only allowed the back of his hand to leave Xia Xingshen's warm fingertips, but also quietly rejected his courtesy, "Don't bother the two masters, Xia Gongzi should not be special here." ”

After that, she didn't stop any longer, and quickly filled the other three rice bowls with porridge. And when she refused Xia Xingshen, she obviously felt that the chill around her had receded.

She sat down with the last half bowl of porridge, and was about to reach her mouth, when suddenly a hand was handed to her eyes from the wide moire brocade sleeves, and a hand that was boundless but as smooth as fat jade white stretched out in the air.

With a slight snatch of the edge of the bowl, the half bowl of porridge in her hand arrived in front of Chu Lige, her hand still maintained the posture of holding the bowl, and the bowl full of porridge that was originally given to Chu Lige had already reached her hand.

She was stunned, looked down at the bowl in her hand blankly and innocently, and then looked at the bowl that Chu Lige had silently put into her mouth in her hand