Dongfang Yi's attitude made Jiang Li really confused: Why hasn't this stubble been uncovered yet? Could it be that this answer is more important than Miss Su's safety, whereabouts, and abnormal reasons? Could it be that the young master really just wanted to ask Miss Su this important question?

Jiang Li was a little puzzled: I thought that after yesterday, the young master was a little different from Miss Su, it turned out to be the same......

"You have to remember the original intention of doing things," Dongfang Yi said expressionlessly, "Before you get the answer, you don't have to report back on this matter." ”

“…… Be. ”

*****

It's so quiet. There was no one, no sound, no smell.

"Huh? It's all here, what are you going to do? ”

Su Musha, who was squatting in the corner and bowing her head to write, suddenly muttered to herself, she has always had ears more than noses, but this time, before she heard the movement of opening the door, she first smelled a tempting burnt fragrance.

Then came the sound of the door opening, footsteps, and the crackling sound.

"You came with a stove?" Su Musha held the lamp to the dark door and asked in disbelief.

Lin Ruofeng was also surprised, but his surprise flashed, and after putting down the suitcase in his hand, he opened the lid, but he didn't mean to take out the contents of the box at all, and only signaled Su Mu to cover himself.

Looking closely, the top layer of the food box is a small pot of warm wine and a small wine glass, after taking these out, Su Musha will remove the upper layer of the suitcase, accompanied by Lin Ruofeng's "Be careful of hot hands" voice, revealing the true face of the lower layer.

The bottom of the lower layer was covered with a layer of coals, and in the center of the layer was an iron shelf, on which a few chicken wings were roasted, and the chicken fat was shining golden.

The ingenuity in this box can be seen at a glance, with the material that is not afraid of fire as the base to support the charcoal, the chicken is grilled on the shelf, and the chicken is just cooked all the way, just enough to eat fresh, not to mention the hot gas of the charcoal fire smoked with warm wine, but it can be guaranteed that it will not be cold.

Rich and noble people, every tool and thing are different.

Su Musha took the chopsticks handed over by Lin Ruofeng, took a chicken wing and chewed it, swallowed it and said, "The heat is just right, what is the taste...... I always feel like something is missing. ”

"The chef in the kitchen doesn't often cook barbecue, and there is always a deviation in mastery, so let's eat something fresh." After Lin Ruofeng lightly argued for the blisters in the house, he didn't say anything more.

Su Musha raised his eyes and glanced at him, lowered his head and ate again, did he master the heat and the taste? This kind of cook is also quite rare: "The next time you bake and eat like this, you can add a little dry tea, a little bit is enough, and the fragrance is overflowing." ”

"Dry tea?"

"Well, a spice from saffron, I ate it a few times at a friend's place...... There is a house in Beijing that specializes in miscellaneous goods brought from foreign tribes in Fanbang, and there are a lot of strange things...... Just around the corner from Jasmine Lane......"

When Su Musha was halfway through speaking, he suddenly seemed to lose interest in chatting, and kept silent, concentrating on eating meat.

When she buried her head in eating, Lin Ruofeng found that this small room had changed a lot, and the pieces of paper were spread on the ground, spreading outward like fish scales, covering half of the room, making people have nowhere to put their feet.

Looking across half of the room, Lin Ruofeng found that the farthest place on the outer part of the paper was written one by one, mostly places and events, occasionally mixed with people's names, connected by solid and dotted lines, he didn't know the meaning of Su Mu covering the virtual reality, so he only went to see those words first.

Holy Lingzhi, Cang Soul Beads, Xiaoxiao Gang, Bookworms, and General's Mansion are naturally available, and it is not surprising that there are fairy water, Xiaoxiao San, rice bag flowers, and fairy wine.

In addition, the identities of the military department's secretary, the chief of the medical supervision, the pharmacy maid, the prison student, the concubine, and the Taoist priest are written in the middle, with a smiling or crying face between them.

Lin Ruofeng laughed, this can be understood, it refers to friend or foe.

His gaze swept over those words and graphics, and he didn't find anything unexpected, thinking that Su Musha had only been here for a long time, and it was not unusual to have no conclusions.

But when he withdrew his gaze and focused on the paper close to his feet, the look on Lin Ruofeng's face froze slightly, the words here were still fresh and not yet dry, she had just written.

Above: Set fire to the ya.

"You ......"

Lin Ruofeng turned around, he was stunned again, the chicken wings were all gone, Su Musha was wiping his hands, and the wine in his hand didn't seem to move.

"Isn't this wine to taste?" Lin Ruofeng asked.

"I don't have the heart to drink right now."

Su Musha replied in a low voice, if this was heard by Wuwei or Xiaofei, his eyes would definitely fall out in surprise. Don't want to drink? Since Miss Su fell into the grass, she has not been drinking for a few years, since she tasted the first sip of rose wine, after 12 years, year after year, basically never stopped, when happy, when frustrated, when excited, when discouraged...... In short, it is a play or a praise, and they are all accompanied by wine.

Although Lin Ruofeng is not as good as Wuwei and others, she gets along with her day and night, but after all, she has been together for some time, and the words "wine" and brewing in the "Life Record" that she has heard from time to time over the years will appear from time to time, so she naturally knows how good she is...... Leng Buding didn't even drink alcohol.

Lin Ruofeng was secretly smacking his tongue, and Su Mu's resentful gaze was hot and sticky to his face: "Worm Uncle ......"

“…… What's up? ”

This hot gaze made Lin Ruofeng feel a little weak, he really wanted to ask Miss Su for convenience, can you stop calling him like that? Sounds awkward.

"Is that fire really set by you and Su Liang?"

Lin Ruofeng didn't expect that her first question was to ask this.

But her question just confirmed Lin Ruofeng's previous speculation: the reason why she was able to see through his identity was actually a coincidence. A smile appeared on his lips, and he didn't rush to deny it, but only said seductively: "It is indeed the two of us that are drawn on the sea fishing book. ”

Su Musha glanced at him, and was not surprised by his answer: "I know that it is you who painted it, but it is you who painted it, it doesn't mean that you did it." ”

"Oh? Why do you think that? Lin Ruofeng asked rhetorically, his eyes flashing with interest.

"Because of the lack of motivation. I can't imagine that if you really set the fire to it, what is the motive? Su Musha squatted down and rummaged between the few pieces of paper she was writing, "...... During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Liang was hunted down by the people of the Kyoto Prefecture, and he was carrying the raw materials of the fairy water at that time......"

Speaking of this, she glanced up at Lin Ruofeng and said seriously: "Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the officials of the government found out that he was holding the raw materials of the fairy water, I am afraid that it was related to the owner who sold the fairy water, so he would hunt him down......"

(The heroine's diary 202, two o'clock on the ninth day of August, hot wine, oily chicken, fragrant steamed buns, unfortunately, no blessing to be endured) (to be continued.) )