Chapter Twenty-Seven: Imperative

But after not seeing each other for a few days, Xie Yixin already felt that her life was like a year. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info She looked greedily at Brother Zhaowu's handsome smile, motionless, and her eyes were reluctant to blink.

Yang Zhaowu waved his hand to let An Qing and An Hong retreat to the gate of the garden, lifted the food box in Xie Yixin's hand, and placed it on the stone

on the table. Smiled and said, "What to do?" Peach blossom crisp? Mung bean cake? Or mille-feuille? ā€

Xie Yixin rushed over and pressed her hands on the food box, and said playfully: "No, no!" Brother Zhaowu guess again! You can't underestimate me! ā€

Yang Zhaowu sat on the stone bench and took a deep breath, the fragrance of plum vegetables wafting in the air, and the mellow fragrance of the buckle meat, mixed together attracted people's appetite fingers.

This dish is Yang Zhaowu's favorite dish, but he didn't expect that after a few days, Xinxin would actually make such a complex dish. The method of buttoning the meat with plum vegetables is complicated, it is necessary to cut, it is necessary to run the oil pot, and it is also steamed in the basket, the process is cumbersome and very troublesome.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhaowu raised his head and asked, "Xinxin, is this dish really made by you?" ā€

Xie Yi opened the food box with a smile, carefully took out the plate of plum cabbage and pork that was still hot, and put it in front of Brother Zhaowu like a treasure. proudly took out the chopsticks, handed them to Brother Zhaowu, and looked at him expectantly.

Yang Zhaowu stared at the plate of plum cabbage buckle meat in front of him, although the plum vegetables were cut of different lengths, the meat slices were also thick and thin, and it seemed that the sauce on the skin was more smeared and black. But he couldn't stop him from wanting to taste it carefully, the fragrance was refreshing, and the fat pork belly attracted a long stream.

Yang Zhaowu gently picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth under Xie Yi's expectant gaze.

Salty, salty, salty, except salty, still salty!

Yang Zhaowu tried his best to resist the urge to frown, swallowed it hard, and said without changing his face: "Xinxin, is there tea?" I seem to be a little thirsty. ā€

"Yes, yes! An Qing, send a pot of Pu'er tea. Xie Yixin shouted. And then it was strange to say, "Has it been hot lately?" Brother Jun also keeps drinking water every time he comes. ā€

Yang Zhaowu's hand paused, "Brother Jun? Are you familiar with each other? ā€

"In general, he's funny, and he likes to eat pastries. Dad said that he was very good at a young age to take care of such a big business as the Four Seas Commercial Bank. Xie Yi said absentmindedly.

Yang Zhaowu suddenly felt that the plum cabbage button meat was too salty and difficult to swallow, "Hasn't the tea come yet?" ā€

"It's coming, it's coming. It is Mengshan Pu'er, which is most suitable for the dish of plum vegetables and meat. ā€

Yang Zhaowu poured a large cup of Pu'er tea, and then he felt that his thirst was quenched. Putting down the teacup, he said dryly against his conscience: "It tastes good." ā€

Xie Yixin was ecstatic, she couldn't believe that the first time she made this dish, it was so delicious? I also want to try it with chopsticks and try the taste.

Yang Zhaowu quickly stopped her hand, so as not to be poisoned in his heart. But inadvertently saw a pair of white and tender hands in the heart of the heart, the slender jade fingers were red, and then held it carefully, there was a blister on the palm.

"Xinxin, how did you get this?"

Yang Zhaowu held Xinxin's hand and gently rubbed the wound.

"I heard your flute just now, so I hurriedly brought it out and scalded it."

"What about this blister? Splashed with oil, right? Does it still hurt? ā€

Facing Brother Zhaowu's long-lost tenderness, Xie Yixin flashed a pair of autumn pupils and muttered, "It doesn't hurt anymore." ā€

"Xinxin, don't do it next time." Yang Zhaowu was really a little distressed.

"I want to cook it for Brother Zhaowu, I will learn a lot of dishes soon, and when the time comes, I will make it for you every day." Xie Yi is looking forward to the bright future of washing his hands and making soup every day after marrying Zhaowu's brother.

Originally, the cooking was a plan to keep her heart at home, so that she would not go out and meet the rights and interests of the Jerufalbus. I didn't expect Xinxin to be so serious and get hurt, Yang Zhaowu regretted it a little and planned to change his ways.

He coughed lightly and said, "Xinxin, I see a classmate, his sister embroidered a sachet for him, the green bamboo pattern is very exquisite, why don't you embroider one for me too?" ā€

"Good! Green bamboo? I'll embroider tomorrow! It is guaranteed that when Brother Zhaowu returns to the academy, he will look a hundred times better than him! Brother Zhaowu, come, eat something while it's hot. Xie Yixin agreed.

Yang Zhaowu could only eat half a plate of Pu'er tea quickly, and then put the rest back into the food box and put it at his feet. Xie Yi held his cheeks in his hand, and kept staring at Brother Zhaowu's every move, hmm! Every action is so chic and so masculine.

After packing up the food box, Yang Zhaowu's words circled around his mouth a few times, and finally said: "I heard that tomorrow that Jun Fei invited you to watch the dragon boat on the street?" Are you going? ā€

"Of course not! I'm going to go with Brother Zhaowu, how can I go with Brother Jun! Brother Zhaowu, when are you coming to pick me up tomorrow? ā€

"I, I have something to do tomorrow and can't go out with you. Why don't you help me embroider the sachet at home, and I can wear it when I go back to the academy? Yang Zhaowu smiled hard.

"What's the matter? Tomorrow the Dragon Boat Festival, the dragon boat race is very lively, I haven't gone out to play for a long time. Xie Yi was not very happy and complained.

"Wait a while, when Brother Zhaowu is not so busy, I'll go out with you again, okay?" Yang Zhaowu said a little weakly.

Although she was very unhappy, Xie Yixin still nodded. It's rare that Brother Zhaowu asked her to embroider a sachet, and she will definitely embroider it well.

"Then I'll go back first, Xinxin, you also rest early, remember not to cook again tomorrow." Looking at the well-behaved Xie Yixin, Yang Zhaowu couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, he still went back early, and when he faced his heart again, he had a guilty conscience.

Here the two said goodbye, and at the Maitreya Temple, Yelu Falcon stood in the snow viewing courtyard, kneeling in front of a group of black-clothed people.

Under the moonlight, Yelu Falcon's evil and arrogant face looked even more mysterious, and he squinted slightly at the narrow fox eyes, revealing an inevitable smile.

"Back to the young master, my subordinates have inquired clearly. Today, Yang Zhaowu did not go out after returning to the house, and the lord of Mingdan and her husband Zhou Xiuwen, the secretary of the military department, brought their daughter Zhou Lingsu and Mo Zilan, the fifth young master of the Pingguo Gong, to visit the house. ā€

"Zhou Lingsu and Mo Zilan?" Jeremien raised his voice slightly.

The man in black replied respectfully: "Back to the young master, Mo Zilan is the son of Princess Duanjing and the third master of Pingguo. and Miss Zhou are also cousins. ā€

"Cousins again? How is Miss Zhou and him okay? ā€

"Back to the young master, the relationship is average. But according to the news from the secret pile of the Zhou family, Miss Zhou and Yang Zhaowu will go to the street tomorrow to watch the dragon boat race. ā€

"Will you go to the street and watch the dragon boat race?" A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Back to the young master, it's true. Ms. Zhou has been trying on clothes and jewelry at home in the afternoon, preparing for tomorrow's trip. The black-clothed subordinate replied honestly.

Yelu Falcon coldly ordered: "Pass my order, activate all the hidden piles in Jinling, and snatch Zhou Lingsu back for me tomorrow." ā€

"Young master, Miss Zhou's identity is special, Yang Zhaowu's kung fu is good, Jinling is heavily guarded, I'm afraid it's not good to hijack, young master, please think twice." The green wolf risked his life to admonish.

Hachi's eyes widened, and he scolded: "I'm afraid of his grandmother's ball!" Tomorrow, the young master will snatch it and leave, how can those pus bags be Lao Tzu's opponents! ā€

"Hachi, you are talking nonsense! It is better for the young master to answer outside the city tomorrow, and his subordinates will do their best to achieve the wish of the young master. "The green wolf doesn't want to be in danger.

"Young wolf, this young master knows what you mean. Don't worry, I'll grab the little butterfly and leave, the matter of Tagan Lake can't be delayed any longer. The third uncle's half-broken black wolf guards were not enough, and he dared to assassinate the young master, causing the young master to recuperate for another ten days. There was a cruel smile on the evil face of the Jerufalcon.