Surprised and tempted, Day Diver almost jumped to the dining table, looking at this table except for the knife work that looked a little rough, it was simply impeccable, the food was full of color and flavor, and he even felt that he might still be in a dream.

In order to verify the "taste", Daydive reached out and pinched a piece of braised bamboo shoots in oil and put it in his mouth, and was stunned by the aroma of his mouth as soon as he started chewing, and the wonderful taste was also very similar to what he made, but it seemed to have something more.

"Wow, that's delicious, isn't it?

While sighing continuously, day dive hurriedly sat down, and hurriedly added two large bowls of rice, and began to devour Mo Yifan without bothering to greet him.

Seeing that he was completely focused on eating, Mo Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, put the bamboo slips and herbal tea in his hand on the tea table beside him, and put his hands into the sleeves of his robe before he stood up and sat down at the dining table, but the bowl of chopsticks did not move for a long time.

"Why don't you eat it?" After swallowing the last bite of the third bowl of rice, Daydive asked suspiciously as he refilled his own rice, "You don't need to worry, it tastes good!"

Nodding slightly, Mo Yifan seemed to be still indifferent, until he was urged again and again by the eyes of the day dive, he carefully picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate them slowly with an extremely awkward movement.

The action of taking a big bite of food gradually stopped, and after the day was more and more strange to the person in front of him, he began to observe it carefully-

If it is said that when Mo Yifan eats, because of his good upbringing, it does make people feel a little hypocritical, but it will never be as hypocritical as today, and what is even more strange is that when he eats in Pingsuli, he always holds the sleeves of his robe tightly on his wrist, for fear that one will accidentally get wet with vegetable juice, but now, his pair of white robe sleeves seem to be deliberately held in his hands.

Although he soon discovered the problem, he still chose to continue eating quietly, and after a while, he pouted at Mo Yifan and said, "Mo Yifan, you can bring me a spoonful of soup!"

was slightly stunned at first, and then looked at the soup bowl close to him, Mo Yifan's face flashed a trace of embarrassment, and finally put down the dishes and chopsticks, and in a very awkward and laborious way, he still wrapped his hand with the sleeves of his robe, picked up the soup spoon and scooped up the soup.

"Do you want to add it to the rice bowl?" he asked, seeing that there were no extra bowls.

Deliberately put the rice bowl down to the place near him, day Qian held his cheeks and nodded with a smile, and said, "Hmm." ”

Seeing his somewhat abnormal appearance, Mo Yifan frowned helplessly, and had no choice but to reach out his arm and scoop the spoonful of soup over.

At the moment when the soup spoon was tilted and crooked, because the sleeves of the robe fell off, Mo Yifan was afraid of falling into the rice bowl, so he quickly stretched out his other hand to scoop up the cuffs, and it was this small action that was discovered by the day dive who was staring at his hands.

This time he didn't remain silent any longer, day diving quickly grabbed Mo Yifan's wrist, and turned his hand back and directly opened the sleeves of his white and wide robe, and a scarred hand came into view directly.

The little secret that he desperately wanted to hide was instantly revealed, Mo Yifan's cheeks seemed to be instantly floating a trace of crimson, Xu was a little annoyed and angry, and immediately shouted in an embarrassed low voice: "Let go!"

Not at all disgusted by his attitude, the day divan raised his eyelids and glared at him, and then grabbed a vacant moment and pulled his other hand, and found that it was also covered with small, shallow wounds.

Just from the shape of the wounds and the appearance of the wounds, the day dive can guess their origins. Based on Mo Yifan's performance, presumably he must have a good identity when he was a sword immortal in that Xuan Ting, not to mention holding a kitchen knife, but I am afraid that I didn't even know which way the kitchen door was open before.

It seems that the delicacies at this table should have made him suffer a lot.

Sighing heavily, forcibly suppressing the slight sourness in his heart, he gently brushed over those small wounds, because of the perennial sword practice, Mo Yifan's ten fingers had a thin layer of cocoons, and the moment he crossed it made people feel a sense of friction in their hearts.

Without saying anything, Daydive finally let go of his hand, didn't say a word, sat back in his place, and picked up his rice bowl and continued to eat.

Such a calm attitude made Mo Yifan's heart a little weak, and he quickly took his hand back, he lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the day dive.

"I-I-I didn't, sizzle-"

was really fed up with this atmosphere, Mo Yifan struggled for a long time before he spoke, but, because of nervousness, he used to twist his two hands together, and as a result, before he finished speaking, he was cut off by the pain from his fingertips.

Immediately throwing down the chopsticks in his hand, Tian Qian hurriedly stepped to his side, and pulled his palms together, and found that some of them oozed small blood lines again, so he told "don't move" and rushed out of the hall. When he returned, he had a small jar of wine, a soft white cloth, a ball of clean and new white silk, and a small white porcelain vase.

"You-"

"Don't talk!" pulled a chair and sat down next to Mo Yifan and interrupted him with a cold face, and said in a deep voice that could not be refuted, "Sit down!"

Looking at the top of the head with the face hanging down, Mo Yifan was startled, shook involuntarily, pursed his lips aggrievedly, and finally sat down innocently and obediently and didn't dare to say a word.

Pulling his hands over again, one on his lap, and the other in front of him, Tian Qian first carefully wiped and cleaned those wounds little by little with a soft cloth stained with his own special medicinal wine, and after the two hands were treated, he mixed the medicinal wine with his own secret Jinchuang medicine, sprinkled it on the white silk that had been torn into thin strips, and gently bandaged the wounds.

Unlike Mo Yifan, his fingertips are quite soft, and a thin layer of calluses is born at the base of the fingers in the palm of his hand, which is the trace left by helping his father with rolling medicine when he was a child.

"This medicine may be a little painful. The hand in the palm of his hand trembled slightly because of the medicine, and he frowned and said softly.

Looking at him holding his hand as if he was holding some beloved baby, Mo Yifan forcibly suppressed the emotion in his heart, and responded lightly, "It's okay." ”

Xu was too careful when bandaging, and the process lasted for a long time, and finally ended after the last knot of the day dive.

Still silent, Daydive packed up his things and returned to the hall, sat down in his previous position, picked up his rice bowl and continued to eat.

Mo Yifan raised his tightly wrapped hands and felt worried about the slender pair of chopsticks.

Raising his head and smiling at him, Daydive took out a clean spoon to replace the pair of chopsticks as if he were playing a trick, and put some vegetables into his rice bowl.

Suddenly being taken care of like this, Mo Yifan obviously showed an uncomfortable expression, blinked stubbornly with his head sideways, and then picked up the rice bowl and picked up the spoon, and ate with low eyebrows.

"Thank you. ”

Realizing that he hadn't thanked him for treating his wound, he blurted out this sentence without a clue.

This unprecedented time, Tian Qian did not tease him half-teasingly, but shook his head gently while pulling the food, and whispered: "If you are hungry in the future, no matter when, even if it is late at night, you wake me up, and I will cook the rice, you, don't get hurt again!"

This sentence caused Mo Yifan to be stunned, and he couldn't hold the job in his hand because he was so dangerous.

stared at the day for a long time, before he nodded, and came out with a hard "um", but for some reason, a pair of eyes were a little faintly swollen.

Then came the silent meal time, neither of them knew how to cause a topic, let alone what to say, so neither of them spoke again, but one sighed that the first time he cooked, the dish could be cooked so delicious, which was very amazing, and the other was still palpitating, the knife for cutting vegetables was much more difficult than the sword of the demon slasher.

After the meal, Mo Yifan, who was about to get up to help, sat down at the tea table, and repeatedly told the honest day dive to clean everything up, and soon returned to the hall, and boiled a large pot of herbal tea by the way.

"Hmm. Poured a cup of herbal tea with the right temperature and handed it to him, Mo Yifan pondered again and again before asking, "Lin Anlie, are you very familiar?"

"You ask him?" took a sip of tea, grabbed his hair, pondered for a moment, and said, "The two of us have known each other since childhood, and if we say that we are familiar, it is indeed -"

In order not to let Mo Yifan think nonsense, and for some reason to be afraid of him being cranky, day Qian told the story of himself and Lin Anlie on the ground......

When he was young, the courage of day diving was very small, so small that a thunder almost scared him out of half his life, and his parents at home were very worried, after all, how could he be so cowardly as a man, so they sent him to a master to practice martial arts to strengthen his body, and by the way to hone his will.

And he and Lin Anlie also met there.

I still remember when I first saw Lin Anlie, I only felt that a boy was born like a girl, which was a little strange, and he didn't want to get too close to him, but the children who had no choice but to practice martial arts in the same place would not be like him, but because of this reason, they always bullied Lin Anlie.

"Hey, are you a man or a woman?"

Five or six children surrounded Lin Anlie, and a tall man led by him crossed his hands on his waist and looked him up and down with malicious intentions.

"I—I'm a boy. Although Lin Anlie could see that he was about to be frightened, he held back his tears and stubbornly raised his head to meet the other party's gaze and said loudly.